Who was that? Ike wondered, what is he planning to achieve by doing all this, what has he done to deserve all these? Who did he offend? He really does not step on people toes, so who could it be? Who? What? And why? Ike wondered. He needed answers fast because people were already buying into the story that he murdered someone. He could hear the whispers when he stepped into his office building. In an attempt to distract himself, he opened the file on his table and glanced through the pages. But he couldn't focus; he hadn't been able to focus on anything since being accused of murder.His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," he said. His assistant opened the door and informed him, "Sir, Senator Ade is here to see you." "Let him in," Ike replied. Ade, his loyal friend who had stuck with him through thick and thin, entered the room. Ike was truly grateful for Ade's support. They had been friends for a long time, going way back to their childhood. Ade had even hel
Ada's Pov Ada couldn't shake off Bukky's interview from her mind. She was exhausted from the baseless accusations. Sure, someone had called her and blamed Ike for her husband's death, but who was it? She needed that person to come forward with evidence. Ada was certain of Ike's innocence, but she had no way to prove it.Glancing at the clock in the sitting room, Ada realized it was already 10 PM, and Ike hadn't returned yet. Worry filled her, hoping that nothing had happened to him and that he was safe. She had taken the liberty of preparing his dinner and set it on the dining table. She knew he was going through a tough time, and she wanted to make him feel better. Ike was tirelessly working to prove his innocence, but Bukky's interview was causing even more damage. Every news channel was discussing it, and while some callers believed in Ike's innocence until proven guilty, many others thought he was guilty.Suddenly, she heard the sound of his car pulling up. Relief washed over her
The cacophony of noise emitted from each person's phone was deafening. Kano and Abuja engaged in a heated verbal duel, their voices filled with anger and hostility. It was evident that no one was truly listening to the other. The conference call among Kano, Lagos, Awka, Ibadan, Imo, Kaduna, and Abuja had quickly turned sour."Killing Paul was a terrible idea. It was a foolish move that will come back to haunt us," Kano shouted through the phone."No, it's not. It made the senate turn against Ike, and even some of the masses," Abuja retorted."Rubbish! We could have achieved the same outcome without resorting to murder.""Enough!" Awka interjected, attempting to calm the escalating tensions."I believe what Kano means is that things have spiraled out of control. Paul's widow went on live television, claiming she received a phone call," Lagos said."Why is that detrimental to us?" Abuja snapped."It's problematic because someone might investigate further and uncover the truth," Ibadan ex
Bukky’s Pov Bukky stared at her computer screen, reading a threatening message that had appeared in her inbox. The message, written in stark capital letters, bore a chilling command: "STOP TALKING IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE." The sender's email address was listed as kiilla@gmail.com. Fear gripped her as she pondered why anyone would send her such a menacing message.Bukky had known that Ike was a dangerous man, but she hadn't realized the depths of his recklessness. He had already sent his henchmen after her for daring to speak out about the truth, and that, in her eyes, was a grave miscalculation on his part. She was resolute in her determination not to back down, no matter the risks.As she wrestled with the menacing message, her phone rang, startling her. An unknown number flashed on the screen, raising her suspicions. She hoped it wasn't the same person who had informed her about Ike's involvement in her husband's murder.Taking a deep breath, she answered the call. "Hello," sh
Bukky’s POV Bukky's world spiraled into a nightmare. The room was drenched in her sweat, her fear palpable as she stared at the man pointing a gun at her. Questions raced through her mind. Who was this intruder, and how had he infiltrated her house, bypassing her security?With a shaky voice, Bukky finally gathered the courage to speak. "Who are you? How did you get in here? How did you get past my security?"The mysterious man responded with a sinister laugh. "The people I work for have powerful connections. I warned you to stop talking to the media."Bukky's heart raced as she realized that this was the same person who had previously informed her about Ike's involvement in her husband's murder and had threatened her earlier in the day.Desperate to find a way out of this dire situation, she tried to reason with the intruder. "But you only warned me today, and I haven't spoken to anyone."The man scoffed, irritated by her attempts to deceive him. "You foolish woman. Do you thin
Linda’s POVLinda was confused about what was happening,she had her gun pointed at a woman who sat on the floor, seemingly in tears. Linda had heard the gunshot and hurried to the scene. She needed to know what had transpired, but she couldn't find Bukky. Instead, this woman was there, and Linda was filled with questions.Linda's voice was stern as she demanded answers. "Why are you here? Who are you?"The woman, trembling with fear, pleaded, "Please don't shoot."Ignoring her fear, Linda pressed on. "Why are you here? Where is Bukky?"The woman's response was chilling. "She's dead."Linda felt a sharp pain in her heart.What did she mean by dead“What? I want you to turn around slowly, if you try anything funny I will put a bullet through your sulk, now turn around and raise your hands up” Linda orderedShe watch the woman do as she had instructed before asking “what do you mean by Bukky is dead” while still holding a gun to the woman’s head.The woman's voice quivered as she
Ada’s POVAda could feel Ike's anger from where she was standing; his words rang in her ears as she tried her best not to snap at him. "I was not with any man," Ada said calmly. She was not looking for a fight."Then where have you been?" She heard Ike bark in anger."I will tell you if only you will stop shouting at me," Ada replied back, already getting angry from his suspicion."Well, I am listening," Ike said, folding his arms as he glared at her.Ada flashed back to her time at the SSS office. Linda had taken her to her office and instructed her not to leave. She watched as Linda took the phone she had given her earlier out of the room. She knew they were going to copy the video to their computers for their investigation.She remembered the last words Linda had said to her before she left for her house: "Don't let Ike or anyone else know about what happened today. Word might get out, and the people who killed her might come for you to silence you. Keep it quiet; my team al
Ike PovIke woke up that morning, very worried that Joy was still angry with him. He did not know why he let his jealousy get the best of him. He was scared that she had gone to see another man, but he knew he was wrong. She had been in the house without going anywhere; she deserved to go sightseeing if she wanted to, and he did not have to question her.He frowned as he got up from bed. He was going to make things right with her. Things were already getting better between them, and he did not want to spoil it. She had refused to have dinner the previous night because he had upset her, but today he was going to give her breakfast in bed. He had asked Mrs. Okonkwo to prepare breakfast and bring a tray of food to Joy's room. He went for his boxers and put them on, then threw on a blue polo shirt. He had decided that he wasn't going anywhere today, even though he had to sort out his suspension from parliament. Today, Joy was his priority.A soft knock on the door drew his attention.