(It was late at night, exactly 9:43 PM.)
(The gigantic iron gate slowly slides open as Hannah’s black luxury car speeds into the compound. The headlights cut through the silence of the dark mansion like sharp blades. The atmosphere around the estate feels cold and lifeless despite its breathtaking beauty.)
(Hannah drives straight toward the front of the massive mansion, the tires rolling smoothly against the polished driveway.)
(The moment the car stops, one of the drivers rushes forward respectfully and opens the door for her.)
(Hannah steps out elegantly, exhaustion written all over her face. A silk scarf covers part of her hair and face, hiding her identity from public eyes.)
Driver: Good evening, ma’am.
Hannah: (hands him the keys) Park it properly.
Driver: Yes, ma’am.
(She removes the scarf while walking toward the mansion.)
(Her long hair falls freely over her shoulders, slightly messy from the stressful day she has had.)
(The grand entrance doors suddenly open before she reaches them.)
(Two maids and a few servants stand nearby, already prepared to welcome her.)
Hannah: (low tone, gently raising her hand) Don’t… just act like you didn’t see me.
(The workers exchange confused glances but quickly bow their heads.)
Maids: Yes, ma’am.
(Hannah quietly sneaks upstairs, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Every movement feels cautious, almost as if she is avoiding someone.)
(She finally reaches her room, enters quickly, and locks the door behind her.)
Hannah: (leans against the door, breathing heavily in relief) Uhhhhhh… what a day…
Mrs. Chalse: Indeed.
(Hannah’s eyes widen immediately.)
(She quickly turns around.)
(Mrs. Chalse is seated confidently on the edge of Hannah’s bed, legs crossed elegantly, staring at her like a predator waiting patiently for its prey.)
(The dim bedroom light casts dangerous shadows across her face.)
Hannah: (startled but trying to remain calm) What are you doing in my bedroom?
Mrs. Chalse: (slowly stands to her feet) The real question is… where the hell are you coming from?
Hannah: Do I look like a child to you? Kindly leave my room. I need to rest. (drops her handbag carelessly and walks toward the dressing room)
Mrs. Chalse: (suddenly furious, storms toward her and grabs her hair violently) How dare you?! How dare you speak to me like that?!
(Hannah gasps in pain as Mrs. Chalse drags her backward.)
Mrs. Chalse: You are nothing but a thing in this family! Despite that, I still raised you, and this is how you repay us? By betraying us?! How dare you?!
(She attempts dragging Hannah out of the dressing room while Hannah struggles desperately to free herself.)
Hannah: (breathing heavily, finally pushes her hard with her leg and breaks free)
(Mrs. Chalse stumbles backward slightly.)
(Hannah’s hair is now rough and scattered across her face.)
(She quickly adjusts her dress, fury burning in her eyes.)
Hannah: Get out of my room! Get out before I lose it!
Mrs. Chalse: (laughs bitterly) And what will you do if I don’t? You think I don’t monitor your movements? You had the audacity to visit my daughter’s fiancé? You whore!
(Hannah suddenly smirks.)
(A dangerous calmness settles over her face.)
Hannah: I guess I am… and guess what? (steps closer fearlessly) I just had amazing sex with him today. Damn… he was good.
(Mrs. Chalse freezes in disbelief before rage completely takes over her face.)
Mrs. Chalse: You—
(She is about to attack again when Hannah points aggressively at her.)
Hannah: Come on! Just because I’ve been quiet and overlooking everything doesn’t mean I can’t treat your fuck up! Try me! Come on!
(Her chest rises heavily with anger.)
Hannah: There’s nothing bad in losing a tooth tonight. Besides, you spend all Luxora’s money on your face, and guess what? All I still see are wrinkles. Come on!
(She raises her fists slightly, fully ready to fight back this time.)
(Mrs. Chalse clenches her teeth so hard her jaw trembles.)
Mrs. Chalse: You know what? You are not worth it.
(She steps closer, her voice lowering darkly.)
Mrs. Chalse: I know exactly how to deal with you. You will beg for mercy, and nobody will save you. You will wish for death, but death itself will reject you… you slut.
(She storms out furiously and slams the door so hard the walls shake.)
(The room falls silent.)
(Hannah stands still for a moment.)
(The toughness on her face slowly breaks.)
(Her eyes suddenly become watery.)
(She collapses onto the bed and finally breaks down in tears, crying into the sheets while holding herself tightly.)
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Abuja
Zaydan Holding, Main Branch
Chairman’s Office
(The chairman’s office is large and luxurious, decorated with expensive art pieces and dim golden lighting. The atmosphere carries authority and power.)
(Chief Badmus sits behind his massive desk, speaking on the phone while reviewing documents.)
Chief Badmus: Don’t worry… he will come around. Just give him a little time.
(He listens carefully.)
Chief Badmus: Look, honey… he will come around. The main point is, we can’t force him if he keeps saying no. Let’s just hope for the best, okay?
(Suddenly, something on the television catches his attention.)
(A breaking news headline flashes boldly across the screen.)
(An image of Mr. Richard appears.)
(Chief Badmus slowly lowers the phone from his ear.)
Chief Badmus: Uhmm… honey, I’ll call you back.
(He hangs up, his eyes fixed on the television in disbelief.)
News Reporter: “Good morning. We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this heartbreaking report.
A shocking tragedy struck in the early hours of this morning as villagers discovered the lifeless body of Mr. Richard, the respected bank manager of Global Bank, floating near a lake close to Badagry.
According to reports gathered at the scene, the deceased appeared to have suffered severe torture before his death. Evidence revealed that Mr. Richard was shot three times in the forehead, while several of his fingers were brutally chopped off in what authorities describe as a horrifying and cold-blooded attack.
The disturbing discovery has left residents in fear and disbelief, as police officers and forensic investigators have already launched a full-scale investigation to uncover those behind the gruesome murder.
Meanwhile, sorrow and pain have overwhelmed the family of the deceased. His wife, children, and relatives were seen in uncontrollable tears after receiving the devastating news. Neighbors and loved ones describe Mr. Richard as a hardworking and peaceful man whose tragic death has left a deep wound in the hearts of many.
As the investigation continues, the community waits anxiously for justice to be served in this heartbreaking case.
May his soul rest in peace.”
(Chief Badmus immediately stands to his feet and switches off the television.)
(His breathing becomes heavier.)
Chief Badmus: (quickly adjusts his glasses while dialing a number) Uhmm… Omotosho? Did you watch the news?
Omotosho: No, sir.
Chief Badmus: I just saw it now… Richard is dead. He was murdered.
Omotosho: What?! Are you serious, sir? You know I’ve been trying to reach him for days now.
Chief Badmus: Yes… but how? Who could have done this?
(He begins pacing around the office.)
Chief Badmus: We need to find whoever is behind his death… and when I do, that person will not be spared. Start working on it immediately. I want every single detail.
Omotosho: Yes, sir!
(Chief Badmus hangs up slowly, still disturbed.)
Chief Badmus: Who… who could have done this?
(He remains deep in thought when the office door suddenly opens.)
(Mr. Joel, his secretary, steps inside respectfully.)
Mr. Joel: Sorry to disturb you, sir, but you have a guest from the United States.
Chief Badmus: Really? Let them in. It must be my daughter in law to be.
Mr. Joel: (smiles softly) Got it, sir. (turns toward the door) Come in, ma’am.
(He excuses himself.)
(A beautiful woman walks in confidently.)
(She is dressed in a luxurious silver silk dress that radiates wealth and class. Her black heels click elegantly against the floor while her long dark hair flows perfectly behind her.)
(She smiles warmly.)
Sofiyah: Thank you… good day, sir.
Chief Badmus: (slightly confused) Uhmm… good day… are you Hannah?
(The smile on Sofiyah’s face almost disappears at the mention of the name, but she quickly hides it.)
Sofiyah: No, sir… I’m your daughter in law to be. Sofiyah. The one meant to marry your son, sir.
(Chief Badmus slowly raises his eyebrows in confusion.)
(The atmosphere in the office instantly changes.)
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