He smiled when he saw her.
“Amara,” he said warmly, taking her hand. “I’ve been looking for you.”
She stared at him.
For the first time, she did not see the man she loved. She saw a stranger in a beautiful mask.
“You disappeared,” he said. “Everything okay?”
For one burning second, she wanted to expose him right there in front of everyone. She wanted to rip the truth into the open and watch the room turn on him.
But instinct stopped her.
Men like Tund were dangerous. Men like Tund did not fall because of emotion. They fell because of strategy.
So Amara smiled.
Soft. Controlled. Perfect.
“I’m fine,” she said.
And in that instant, she made her decision.
She would not marry him.
But she would not let him know she knew.
Not yet.
By morning, Lagos was on fire with speculation.
The engagement had collapsed hours before the wedding. Bloggers turned whispers into headlines. News anchors tried to sound serious while enjoying every second of the scandal.
Billionaire heiress calls off wedding.
Society’s biggest marriage ends in mystery.
Amara Okoy disappears.
Inside the Okoy estate, however, there was only silence.
Amara stood in front of her bedroom window, arms folded tightly around herself, staring at the gardens below. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Tund’s voice again:
Once we’re married, everything becomes mine.
