Love Stories That Hit Different, Lagos (2026)

23/04/2026

💔 The Secret Behind the Gate 💔
Episode Two – The Line That Breaks a Man 🔥
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“I know you.”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
The girl froze.
Not fear… not confusion… something worse.
Recognition.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door as if she needed it to stay standing.
Nneka frowned. “What do you mean you know her?”
But I couldn’t answer.
Because in that moment, the room disappeared.
I was no longer in my mansion… no longer in Lagos… no longer standing as the “successful man” everyone respected.
I was back there.
That night.
The one I buried so deep I convinced myself it never happened.
The girl took a step forward. Slowly. Carefully. Like someone walking into fire.
“You don’t remember me fully… do you?” she said quietly.
My chest tightened.
Her voice.
That voice.
I staggered back slightly. “No… no… that’s not possible.”
My mother-in-law hissed. “What nonsense is this? Girl, what are you saying?”
But the girl didn’t look at her.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
“You came to the shrine,” she said.
The air in the room shifted.
Nneka’s expression changed instantly.
“What shrine?” she asked, her voice no longer confident… no longer sharp… just uncertain.
I swallowed.
Hard.
“Nneka… don’t—”
“Answer her!” she snapped.
But the girl beat me to it.
“He didn’t come alone,” she continued. “He came desperate. Broke. Angry. Tired of watching other men succeed while he struggled.”
My legs felt weak.
Every word she spoke… was peeling me open.
My mother-in-law sat up properly now. “Juma… what is she talking about?”
Silence.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
Because I knew… once this door opened… it would never close again.
The girl took another step forward.
“You were told the price,” she said. “You were warned.”
My heart started pounding violently.
“Stop,” I whispered.
But she didn’t.
“You were told wealth would come… power would come… influence would come…” her voice dropped, “but your seed would never carry life.”
The room went dead.
Nneka’s lips parted slowly.
“What… did she just say?”
I shut my eyes.
Because there it was.
The truth I had spent ten years dressing in silence, hospital visits, fake hope, and unanswered prayers.
“I didn’t have a choice…” I said weakly.
Nneka laughed.
But this time… it wasn’t cruel.
It was broken.
“You didn’t have a choice?” she repeated. “You didn’t have a choice when you stood before an altar and traded our future for money?”
“I did it for us!” I shouted.
The words echoed… but even I didn’t believe them.
“For us?” she stepped closer, tears now streaming down her face. “Or for your ego? So you wouldn’t be the poor man everyone ignored?”
I couldn’t answer.
Because she was right.
And we both knew it.
My mother-in-law stood up slowly, her face pale.
“So all these years…” she whispered, “all these prayers… all these fasting… you knew?”
I looked at her.
Then at Nneka.
Then at the girl.
“I thought…” my voice cracked, “I thought there would be a way to reverse it.”
The girl shook her head gently.
“There is always a price,” she said. “You just hoped you could negotiate after signing.”
Nneka turned to the girl, her voice trembling.
“Then why are you here?”
The question hung in the air.
Because suddenly…
This wasn’t about shame anymore.
This was about something worse.
The girl finally looked away from me… and at Nneka.
“I wasn’t brought here to replace you.”
A pause.
Then she said the words that made my stomach drop.
“I was sent here to complete what he started.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
Nneka’s brows furrowed. “What does that even mean?”
The girl exhaled slowly.
“It means… if a child must come from this house…”
She turned her eyes back to me.
“…it will not come without taking something in return.”
My heart stopped.
Because I knew that tone.
I had heard it before.
At that shrine.
On that night.
When I thought I was choosing wealth…
But I was actually choosing a debt.
Nneka stepped back slowly.
“No… no, I didn’t sign up for this…” she whispered.
My mother-in-law grabbed her arm. “What is she talking about?!”
But Nneka wasn’t listening anymore.
She was looking at me like I was a stranger.
Like I was dangerous.
Like she was finally seeing the man she married.
And regretting it.
Then she spoke.
Soft.
Cold.
Final.
“Juma… you will fix this.”
I shook my head slowly.
“I don’t think it can be fixed.”
Her eyes hardened instantly.
“Then you will lose everything.”
I looked at her.
“At this point… what is left to lose?”
That was the moment everything broke.
Nneka wiped her tears.
Straightened her shoulders.
And made her choice.
“If a child must come at a cost…” she said,
“…then maybe it’s time you finally pay it.”
The girl didn’t react.
My mother-in-law gasped.
But me?
I felt something inside me collapse.
Because I realized…
This was no longer a marriage.
This was a negotiation with consequences.
And I was the offering.

To be continued… ✍🏽🔥

© Emeka Tales

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22/04/2026

They told me dreams come with a price… I just didn’t know mine would demand my soul.”

I used to believe that if you worked hard enough, stayed focused, and kept your morals intact… life would reward you.

I used to believe love was enough to keep you grounded.

I used to believe I was different.

My name is Amara. I’m 22. Final year student. Engaged to a man who sees me like I’m already everything I dream to become.

His name is Daniel.

Daniel doesn’t just love me… he believes in me.

“International model?” he said the first time I mentioned it, smiling like I had just told him I won a Nobel Prize. “You’re not aiming too high, Amara. If anything, you’re thinking too small.”

That was Daniel. Always pushing me forward… always reminding me that my dreams were valid.

And I believed him.

Because from the moment I started getting attention for my looks — the long legs, the sharp jawline, the skin people always asked me what cream I used — I knew there was something there. Something bigger than just being “fine girl on campus.”

I wanted more.

Not just runway shows in Lagos. Not just Instagram endorsements.

I wanted Paris. Milan. New York.

I wanted to arrive.

It started with a whisper.

“They’re coming.”

That was how Chioma burst into our hostel room one hot afternoon, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Who?” I asked, barely looking up from my laptop.

“An international modelling agency. They’re scouting here. In OUR school!”

That was the moment everything changed.

Within days, the entire campus transformed.

Girls who never cared about fashion suddenly walked like they were on invisible runways. Diets changed overnight. Gym subscriptions skyrocketed. Skincare routines became a full-time job.

We all became competitors… even if we didn’t say it out loud.

Every mirror became an audition.

Every hallway, a stage.

Daniel noticed the shift in me immediately.

“You’re barely sleeping,” he said one night as we sat in his car outside my hostel.

“I can’t afford to sleep,” I replied, adjusting my hair in the side mirror. “This is my chance, Daniel. People would kill for this opportunity.”

He went quiet for a moment… then reached for my hand.

“Just promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter what happens… don’t lose yourself trying to become someone else.”

I laughed it off at the time.

Because I didn’t understand what he meant.

Not yet.

The day of the first screening felt like judgment day.

Hundreds of girls. Different shapes, different shades, different levels of confidence.

Some walked in like they already owned the contract.

Others… like me… were quietly praying their dreams didn’t end that day.

The representatives were sharp. Cold. Observant.

They didn’t smile much.

They didn’t need to.

Their silence carried power.

Weeks passed.

Callbacks came.

Eliminations happened.

Tears were shed.

Friendships became strained.

Rumors started spreading.

“She got in because she knows someone.”

“No, she slept with someone.”

“Almost all of them did.”

At first, I refused to believe it.

It sounded like bitterness. Jealousy. The usual campus talk.

Until I started noticing patterns.

Girls who couldn’t even walk properly suddenly getting selected.

Private meetings.

Late-night calls.

Sudden attitude changes.

And the way some of them avoided eye contact afterward…

That was when doubt crept in.

Then came my call.

A private session.

With the head of the agency himself.

I should have been excited.

I was excited.

Until I walked into that hotel room.

He didn’t look like what I expected.

Not old. Not ugly. Not desperate.

Just powerful.

The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to control a room.

He studied me like I was an investment.

“You have potential,” he said calmly, flipping through my portfolio. “International standard. Rare.”

My heart raced.

“Thank you, sir.”

“But potential isn’t enough,” he continued, placing the file down slowly. “This industry is… competitive.”

I nodded, trying to steady my breathing.

“I’m willing to work hard—”

He smiled.

That kind of smile that makes your stomach drop.

“I don’t doubt that, Amara.”

Silence.

Heavy. Uncomfortable.

Then he leaned back, crossing his legs like he had all the time in the world.

“Let me not waste your time. Or mine.”

My chest tightened.

“There are many girls like you,” he said. “Beautiful. Ambitious. Hungry.”

I swallowed hard.

“But what separates those who make it… from those who go back to their normal lives… is what they’re willing to do when opportunity presents itself.”

I already knew where this was going.

But I needed him to say it.

Maybe… just maybe… I was wrong.

“I can secure your place in this agency,” he said finally, his voice calm, almost casual. “Fast-track everything. International exposure. Contracts. Travel.”

My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears.

“And what do you want in return?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t hesitate.

“You spend the night with me.”

The world didn’t end.

There was no thunder.

No dramatic music.

Just silence.

And the sound of my own breathing… betraying me.

I thought of Daniel.

His smile.

His belief in me.

His words: “Don’t lose yourself…”

Then I thought of everything I had worked for.

The sleepless nights.

The sacrifices.

The dream.

The life waiting on the other side of “yes.”

And then… the whispers.

“Almost all of them did it.”

He stood up slowly and walked toward me.

Not forceful.

Not aggressive.

Just certain.

“Think about it,” he said softly. “Doors like this don’t stay open forever.”

I sat there.

Frozen.

Torn between two lives.

Two versions of myself.

The girl who wanted to succeed.

And the woman who had to live with the cost.

That night… I had to choose.

Do I protect my love… or secure my future?

TO BE CONTINUED...✍🏽🔥

THE PRICE OF BEAUTY — EPISODE 1

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Watch out for Episode 2!!! 💔🔥

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22/04/2026

💔The Secret Behind the Gate 💔
Episode One - The Inciting Incident 🔥
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“Juma, I have something to tell you, and I don't care if it's our 10th anniversary. If you don't provide an heir for this family by the end of this year, my mother is bringing a new wife into this house on January 1st,” my wife, Nneka, said.

My name is Juma. To the outside world, I am a successful man. I own a construction firm in Lagos, I drive a car that makes people clear the road, and I built a mansion for my wife that is the envy of our neighborhood. People see us in church and say, “Look at the perfect couple.” But they don’t know that inside our home, the silence is so loud it can break your ears.

For ten years, I have given Nneka everything. Gold, land, vacations to Dubai, and a lifestyle her parents never dreamed of. But there is one thing I haven't been able to give her—a child.

Every night, I sit in my car in the driveway for an hour before going inside. I stare at the steering wheel and pray for the strength to face her. Tonight was different. When I finally walked through the door, I didn't see the usual cold dinner on the table. I saw my mother-in-law sitting in my favorite chair, and Nneka standing beside her with a suitcase.
“Mama? What is going on? Why is there a bag in the living room?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

My mother-in-law didn’t even stand up. She adjusted her gele and looked at me with eyes that could melt stone. “Juma, we have been patient. We have fasted. We have gone to different mountains to pray. But a man who cannot plant a seed in his own garden is just a caretaker, not an owner.”

Nneka stepped forward. “Juma, the suitcase isn't mine. It belongs to the girl my mother brought from the village. She is staying in the guest room starting tonight. If I cannot give you a son, she will.”
I felt the ground shaking beneath my feet. “In my own house? Nneka, are you hearing yourself? We are Christians! We had a white wedding!”
Nneka laughed, and the sound was like glass breaking. “Christianity does not carry a family name, Juma. Legacy does. You have two choices: Either you accept this girl into this house tonight, or I will tell the whole world the secret you’ve been hiding since our honeymoon—the reason why no doctor has been able to help us.”

My blood went cold. I looked at Nneka, the woman I had loved since we were broke students, and I realized I didn't know who she was anymore. She knew the truth. She knew it wasn't just "medical." She knew the dark vow I had made years ago to get the wealth we now enjoy.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered.

“Try me,” she replied. She pointed toward the guest room. “The girl is waiting. Go inside and do what a man is supposed to do, or by tomorrow morning, your reputation in this city will be ashes.”
Just then, the guest room door opened, and a young girl stepped out. When I saw her face, I almost collapsed.
I knew this girl. She wasn't a stranger from the village. She was someone I had seen in my dreams—and my nightmares.

To be Continued...✍🏽🔥

Watch out for Episode 2.

05/04/2026

I didn’t hear her scream finish.
Because something else swallowed it.
Not silence.
Not darkness.
Something… deeper.
Something alive.
My hand was still on her face.
But it didn’t feel like skin anymore.
It felt like… power.
Warm.
Pulsing.
Calling me.
“Amara…”
Her voice came again.
But this time—
It sounded far away.
Like she was already leaving me.
And then—
I felt it.
Slip.
Transfer.
Enter.
Her body je**ed violently beneath my fingers.
Her back arched.
Her mouth opened—
But no sound came out.
Just air.
Empty.
Gone.
“NO!!!”
That scream—
That one was mine.
I tried to pull away.
God knows I tried.
But my hand wouldn’t move.
My fingers dug deeper into her skin like they belonged there.
Like they were rooted.
Like I was feeding.
“Stop her!” my father shouted.
I heard footsteps rushing toward me.
But something hit them.
Hard.
Invisible.
Violent.
They flew back.
Both of them.
Like they were nothing.
The old woman laughed.
Inside my head.
Around me.
Through me.
“You’re learning faster than I expected,” she whispered.
“I DON’T WANT THIS!” I screamed.
Tears poured down my face.
My body shook violently.
But still—
I couldn’t stop.
My sister’s eyes locked with mine.
Wide.
Terrified.
But still…
Still looking at me like I was her big sister.
Like I could fix this.
“Amara…” she mouthed weakly.
“I’m… cold…”
That broke something in me.
Something deeper than the hunger.
Deeper than the curse.
“LET HER GO!” I roared.
And for the first time—
The thing inside me hesitated.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
I yanked my hand back.
Violently.
Like ripping flesh from bone.
My sister collapsed instantly.
Lifeless.
Still.
Too still.
The lights came back.
And what I saw—
Destroyed me.
She was lying there.
On the floor.
Eyes open.
But empty.
Chest not moving.
Skin already losing color.
“No… no no no…” I whispered, crawling toward her.
My hands shook as I held her face.
“Wake up… please… please wake up…”
Nothing.
My aunt began to wail.
A deep, broken sound.
The kind that doesn’t come from the throat…
But from the soul.
My father didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
He just stood there.
Frozen.
Looking at me like he didn’t recognize me anymore.
And honestly…
I didn’t recognize myself either.
“Is she…?”
I couldn’t finish it.
Silence answered me.
Then—
The old woman spoke again.
Soft.
Satisfied.
“One debt… paid.”
Something inside me snapped.
“SHUT UP!!!” I screamed, clutching my head.
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!”
But she didn’t stop.
“You feel it, don’t you?” she whispered.
“That strength… that clarity… that hunger easing…”
And she was right.
God help me—
She was right.
The pain in my chest…
Gone.
The burning…
Gone.
The hunger…
Satisfied.
I froze.
Horrified.
“What did you do to me…” I whispered.
Her answer came slowly.
Deliberately.
Like she wanted me to feel every word.
“I didn’t do anything, child.”
A pause.
Then—
“You did exactly what you were born to do.”
My hands began to tremble again.
Not from weakness this time.
From realization.
“This doesn’t end, does it…” I said quietly.
A soft chuckle.
“No.”
I looked down at my sister’s body again.
And for the first time—
I understood the truth.
Those men I saw…
Daniel…
All of them…
They weren’t accidents.
They weren’t coincidences.
They were payments.
And I—
I was the collector.
My stomach twisted violently.
“How many…” I whispered.
Silence.
Then—
“All of them.”
My heart stopped.
“All…?”
“Yes.”
My breath became shallow.
Unstable.
Breaking.
“Until the promise is complete.”
“And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice barely there.
This time—
She laughed.
Not softly.
Not gently.
Cruelly.
“You already tried that tonight.”
A pause.
Then the final blow—
“And look what it cost you.”
I broke.
Completely.
Because deep down—
I knew.
This wasn’t the beginning.
This was just the first sacrifice…
That mattered.
Suddenly—
My sister’s body twitched.
I froze.
My aunt gasped.
My father stepped back.
Slowly…
Very slowly…
She sat up.
But something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Her head tilted unnaturally.
Her movements stiff.
Controlled.
And then—
She looked at me.
Her eyes—
Pitch black.
My blood ran cold.
“Amara…” she said.
But it wasn’t her voice.
It was layered.
Echoing.
Like many voices speaking at once.
And then—
She smiled.
The same smile.
My smile.
My reflection’s smile.
My curse.
“You don’t get to mourn,” she said.
“Not yet.”
My legs gave out beneath me.
Because I finally understood.
I didn’t just take her life.
I brought something else back.
TO BE CONTINUED…
🔥 💀 A CURSED LEGACY: THE FORBIDDEN ROLE I WAS BORN INTO 💀 - EPISODE FIVE 🔥

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04/04/2026

I didn’t breathe.

I don’t think I could breathe.

Because the moment she said it…
about my sister…

Something inside me broke in a way I knew could never be fixed.

“Her turn will not be like yours.”

The words didn’t just land.
They buried themselves inside my chest.

“NO!”

The scream came out before I even realized it was mine.

I rushed forward, my body trembling violently.
“You will not touch her! Do you hear me?! You will not—”

“Amara.”

My father’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

“Lower your voice.”

I turned to him slowly.

And for the first time in my entire life…
I didn’t see a father.

I saw a man who had offered his daughters to something he could not control.

“You knew,” I whispered.

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t deny it.

Didn’t even try.

That was my answer.

The old woman chuckled softly.

That dry, hollow sound… like bones scraping against each other.

“You are angry,” she said, tilting her head.
“But anger is a luxury your bloodline cannot afford.”

“Shut up!” I snapped.

Her smile widened.

“You think you are different?” she continued.
“You think you can break what was sealed before your great great grandfather even understood what he was begging for?”

My heart skipped.

Begging?

“What… did he do?” I asked, my voice barely holding together.

This time… it was my aunt who spoke.

“He didn’t just trade slaves,” she said quietly.
“He traded souls.”

The room spun.

“No…” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible—”

“He made a covenant,” the old woman interrupted, her voice now deeper… heavier… no longer entirely human.
“A covenant for wealth that would never dry… influence that would never fade…”

Her eyes locked onto mine.

“And a hunger… that would never be satisfied.”

I staggered back.

“That’s what this is?” I whispered.
“The men… the deaths… Daniel…”

“Offerings,” she said simply.

My stomach turned violently.

“No… no, I didn’t—”

“You did,” she cut in.

Her voice echoed.

Not just in the room.

But in my head.

“Every step you took… every door you opened… every room you entered… you carried me with you.”

My knees gave way.

I collapsed onto the cold marble floor.

“I didn’t touch him…” I whispered again, weaker now.
“I didn’t even go near him…”

“And yet,” she smiled, “he died.”

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Suffocating.

Then my father finally spoke again.

“We tried to delay it,” he said, his voice quieter now.
“Your sister… we tried to push it back as much as we could.”

I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision.

“You tried?” I laughed bitterly.
“You tried?!”

“What do you expect me to do?!” he snapped suddenly, the calm finally cracking.

His voice thundered across the room.

“Walk away from everything?! From a legacy that feeds thousands of families?! From a system that has protected us for generations?!”

“Yes!” I shouted back.
“If this is the price—YES!”

But even as I said it…

I knew something was wrong.

Because the old woman started laughing.

Not loudly.

Not wildly.

But softly…

Like someone who had heard that same answer a thousand times before.

“You cannot walk away,” she said.

Her voice was no longer coming from just one place.

It was everywhere.

Behind me.

Beside me.

Inside me.

“You are not in the legacy, child…”

A pause.

Then—

“You are the legacy.”

My chest tightened.

And suddenly—

I felt it again.

That cold presence.

But this time… it wasn’t around me.

It was inside me.

I gasped.

My fingers dug into my arms as a sharp pain spread through my chest.

Something was moving.

Not physically.

But spiritually.

Like a shadow trying to stretch itself under my skin.

“No…” I whispered. “No, no, no—”

“Do you feel it?” the old woman asked softly.

Tears streamed down my face.

“Yes…” I choked.

“That is hunger.”

My heart began to race uncontrollably.

Images flooded my mind—

Faces.

Men.

Rooms.

Mirrors.

Death.

And then—

One face stayed.

Clear.

Sharp.

Too familiar.

My sister.

I froze.

“No…” I said immediately, shaking my head violently.
“No. No, you’re lying.”

But the old woman didn’t speak.

She didn’t need to.

Because deep down…

I knew.

“The next one…” I whispered slowly.

My entire body went cold.

“It’s not a stranger… is it?”

My father looked away.

My aunt closed her eyes.

And that silence…

That silence told me everything.

A scream tore out of me—raw, broken, inhuman.

“You will not touch her!” I shouted, scrambling to my feet.
“I will not let you!”

The old woman stood up slowly.

For the first time.

And as she did…

The temperature in the room dropped.

Drastically.

“You misunderstand,” she said, stepping closer.

Her feet didn’t make a sound.

“She is not the offering.”

She leaned in slightly.

Close enough for me to feel her breath.

Cold.

Empty.

Dead.

“You are.”

My heart stopped.

“What…?” I whispered.

She smiled.

That same horrifying smile.

“The debt is not complete, Amara.”

A pause.

Then—

“And the final payment… must come from the one who carries me fully.”

My vision blurred.

My legs weakened again.

“You.”

The word echoed.

Over and over.

Inside my head.

“And when the time comes…” she continued softly,

“You will beg for it to end.”

Darkness crept into the edges of my sight.

My breathing slowed.

“And I will make sure…”

Her voice faded into something distant…

Something endless…

“…it doesn’t.”

The last thing I saw before everything went black—

Was my sister standing at the doorway.

Tears in her eyes.

Watching me.

Like she already knew…

That I had just become something I could never escape.

TO BE CONTINUED…
🔥A CURSED LEGACY: THE FORBIDDEN ROLE I WAS BORN INTO💀 - EPISODE TWO🔥
[Forbidden Romance, Dark Family Legacy, Betrayal]

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04/04/2026

I knew the next one would die…
before it even happened.
Not because I touched him.
Not because I followed my father’s instructions.
But because he begged me not to come. And... Wait! Ever since I made up my mind to stand up to this madness, especially for my sister's sake and for my sanity... Okay! That is it! So this was why he died without even touching me, let alone sleeping with me.
His name was Daniel.
That night, as I sat in the back of the Escalade, the usual message came in.
A name.
A location.
A room number.
But this time… there was something extra.
A second message.
From him.
“Please… don’t come. I don’t know who sent you, but something is wrong.”
My heart stopped.
That had never happened before.
They never knew me.
They were always… waiting. Smiling. Ready. As if they had been paid to play a role they didn’t fully understand.
But this one?
He sounded… terrified.
I told the driver to turn back.
He didn’t.
I raised my voice.
He didn’t even blink.
That was when I realized something that made my stomach twist—
I was not being driven to the hotel.
I was being delivered.
By the time we got there, my hands were shaking.
Room 312.
The door was slightly open.
And the moment I stepped in… I felt it.
That same cold presence.
That invisible weight in the air.
Like something unseen had already entered the room before me… waiting.
Daniel was pacing.
Not sitting.
Not smiling.
Pacing.
The moment he saw me, he froze like he had just seen a ghost.
“Don’t come closer,” he said immediately.
His voice cracked.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
I swallowed. “You sent me a message.”
“Yes. Because I’ve seen you before.”
My chest tightened.
“No… you haven’t.”
“I have,” he said, stepping back. “Not in person. But… your face. It’s been showing up.”
My blood ran cold.
“Where?”
He pointed to the mirror.
I turned slowly.
And that was when I saw it.
Not my reflection.
No.
Something behind it.
Faint… distorted… like a shadow trying to take shape.
And for a split second—
It smiled.
I screamed.
I didn’t mean to.
It just tore out of me.
When I turned back, Daniel was already shaking his head.
“I told them I didn’t want this,” he said. “I told them to cancel it. But they said it was already paid for.”
Paid for.
The same words my aunt used.
“Everything you are enjoying today… was paid for in full…”
And hey, before I continue, let me share a bit about my family background so you know where I am coming from.
I never realised untill recently that the reason my father is too attached to me and my immediate younger sister was because he was preparing us for a day like this - a day we would be sent to sleep with different men in order to maintain and retain the family wealth, our legacy. I am twenty-one years old while my sister is nineteen years old, and we are part of the fifth generation of the Nnaji family, the most popular and richest family in the eastern part of Nigeria, and among the richest in the whole country. This wealth runs as far back as our great great grandfather who founded the wealth.

He was among the few Africans who ran trans atlantic slave trade with the European slave merchants. This was pre-amalgamation before the missionaries came. The proceeds of that trade was invested in gold exploration in Ghana, palm oil business in Nigeria, and later invested in coal mining and crude oil business across oil producing countries in Africa, before diversifying to other industries. In fact, till date, any male child of the Nnaji family becomes a billionaire once you are forty-five as his share of the wealth would be transferred to him with chains of companies across several industries he will be in charge own.

Every aspiring or sitting president of Nigeria must pay homage to the family for financial support as their influence can move mountains in Nigeria politics. To say the least, our family wealth runs deeper than the Atlantic ocean, but they manage media as to stay off from publicity. That is one of our family's policy. No member of the Nnaji family is into any form of entertainment business that will attract unwanted attention to a family whose wealth is more mysterious than one can imagine, and that's the part no one know. What they don't know is that every girl born in that family is a vessel that keeps the wealth running in the family through generations. This is a family ritual.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I whispered.
But deep down… I did.
This had never been about pleasure.
Or control.
This was a transaction.
And I was the middleman.
“Listen to me,” Daniel said, stepping closer despite his fear. “Something is attached to you.”
My heart began to race.
“Every night for the past three days, I’ve been dreaming of a woman standing behind you. I can’t see her face. But she keeps saying one thing…”
I felt my knees weaken.
“What did she say?”
He looked straight into my eyes.
And when he spoke… his voice wasn’t fully his anymore.
It was layered.
Like two voices speaking at once.
“The debt is not complete.”
The lights went out.
I don’t remember how long the darkness lasted.
But when the lights came back on…
Daniel was on the floor.
Still.
Eyes open.
Empty.
I didn’t touch him.
I swear on everything I have left—
I did not touch him.
That was when I knew…
This thing?
It no longer needed permission.
I ran out of the room.
Barefoot. Crying. Not caring who saw me.
When I got home, I went straight to my father’s study.
I didn’t knock.
I didn’t care.
I pushed the door open—
And froze.
He wasn’t alone.
My aunt was there.
And someone else.
An old woman… dressed in white… sitting quietly in the corner.
I had never seen her before.
But the moment her eyes met mine—
I recognized her.
She was the one in the mirror.
My father didn’t look surprised.
He just sighed… like a man whose secret had finally caught up with him.
“Amara,” he said calmly, “you were not supposed to find out this way.”
My voice trembled.
“What is happening to me?”
Silence.
Then the old woman smiled.
The same smile.
The one I saw behind the glass.
“You are not taking from them, child,” she said softly.
Her voice felt like cold fingers around my throat.
“You are feeding me.”
My world stopped.
And then she said something that shattered whatever sanity I had left—
Something about my sister.
Something they were planning.
Something far worse than what they did to me.
“I hope you’re ready,” she whispered.
“Because her turn… will not be like yours.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

🔥A CURSED LEGACY: THE FORBIDDEN ROLE I WAS BORN INTO💀 - EPISODE TWO🔥
[Forbidden Romance, Dark Family Legacy, Betrayal]

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