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MrValiantz Concept, Abuja (2025)

07/11/2025

The King of Jiala village sent his guards to Arinze's hut to bring Inyi the child of wealth and prosperity to the Palace.

Arinze asked the guards if there was a problem. But the guards just told him to f0ll0w them.

Nnayi what happened? His wife Ujunwa asked as she saw the guards escorting his husband out.

I don't know what the problem is, but I will be back before you know it. Arinze said.

Arinze f0ll0wed the guards along with Inyi.

They finally arrived the palace and Arinze bow before the King.

Arinze I heard there's a secret before your sudden wealth. The King said to Arinze.

My King there's No secret, they gods just decided to bless me. Arinze said.

So you are saying your sudden wealth has nothing to do with this baby you are carrying? The King asked.

Inyi is indeed a blessed child. It is true my King that the gods started blessing me when I found him, but I don't think the blessings are attached to him. Arinze said.

Where did you find this child? The King asked. I found him under the big Inyi tree. Arinze said. So that is why you named him Inyi? The King asked.

Yes my King. Arinze replied. So since he isn't your biological child, I as the King of Jiala village has decided to take Inyi as my son. He will start living with me from today. The King said

My King, I and my wife have come to love Inyi. Inyi has become part of my family. I don't see the reason why you want to take him away from us. Arinze said.

So you are exchanging words with me your King? The King asked. I'm not exchanging words with you my King. Arinze said.

Guards collect the child from him. The King said. Arinze knew that the King didn't have intentions of taking care of the child, he just want the child for the blessings he brings.

Arinze gave the child to the King. He didn't want to struggle so that it won't result to the child getting injúred.

My King I hope you take care of Inyi as you have promised. Arinze said.

You can leave. The King said. The guards led Arinze out of the Palace.

Immediately Arinze left, the King called his most trusted maiden Ijeoma and asked her to start taking care of Inyi.

Arinze returned home without Inyi. His wife Ujunwa asked him where Inyi was. The King collected him. Arinze said. The King collected him? How? Why? We found that boy first. Why would they King do something like that? Ujunwa asked.

I don't know someone must have told him that the child brings blessing. Arinze said.

And you are going to allow the King have him? We have been taking care of this child for five month. Five month, if we haven't found him. He might have d!ed. Now that the child bring blessings the King wants to take him from us? Ujunwa asked the husband.

What would you have me do Uju? Arinze asked his wife.

What do you mean what would I have you do? Inyi is now our son. We must not leave him with the King. We have to get him back. Afterall we found him. So if he brings blessing it's only right we benefit from that blessing. Uju said.

So in essence what are you trying to say? Arinze asked his wife. We are getting back Inyi. We must not leave him in that Palace. Uju said to her husband.

This was when the real war began.

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To Be Continued.

Title: Inyi 3.

My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Chose Me.

07/11/2025

Ejike returned back to the Onowu with news that he has k!lled the new born King just as instructed.

The Onowu received the news and went to the King of Nibo (King Akunna) and delivered the News.

The King was happy when the Onowu told him he doesn't have to worry anymore. Your children children will take over your throne. It is already settled.

And just as the King had promised he gave the Onowu lots of gifts and added more farmlands to the ones he already has.

The Onowu was the King right hand man. Not only was he his right hand man, he was also his childhood friend.

Ugochi cried all through the night that day, first she lost her husband and then her only son was taken away from her.

She had tried to stop the elders when they wanted to take her son away from her but the able bodied youths seized her and locked her inside the hut.

She cried, cry of pain. All through the night she was locked up. The next morning she was finally released from the hut. She said she was going to look for her son.

Ugochi. Amara her best friend said to her. What happens to your daughters? Are you going to ignore and abandon your three daughters because of your son?. I mean come to look at it from this angle, with the way your husband d!ed it is truly an ab0m!nation. Amara said and Ugochi look at her. Yes; your husband d!ed hearing the news of the boy's birth. I will suggest you concentrate on your three daughters and give your husband a befitting burial.

I know you need a son, but this particular son is a cúrse. Everyone in the village is saying it. Cry no more Ugochi. Amara said as she wipe Ugochi's tears.

"Back at Jiala".

Arinze the farmer took the new born baby to his hut and introduced him to his wife.

The wife received the child as hers and they name him Inyi.

Arinze and his wife Ujunwa already has a male son who is a year old. The name of their son is Izu.

Arinze and Ujunwa took care of Inyi as their own son. They provide and cared for him.

Since Inyi came into the family of Arinze their farm land growth tripled. Everything they owned started increasing.

There was success in everything they did. Their wealth increased. Other villagers started asking Arinze the secret behind his sudeen wealth. He said it was the gods that was blessing him.

Arinze went from a poor farmer to one of the richest man in his village, He bought more farm lands, more animals. Infact in less than 5months he saved Inyi everything about his life changed, he was even given a title by the King of Jiala.

Okenna finally went to the King of Jiala and told the King that Arinze sudden wealth was as a result of the new baby.

What baby is that? The King asked Okenna. A baby he picked from the bush. I believe that child has a gift of wealth and prosperity. Okenna said.

A new born baby with a gift of wealth and prosperity? The King asked in disbelief. Yes my King. Okenna said. The King asked Okenna if he was sure of what he was saying. Okenna said he was very sure.

The King of Jiala sent his guards to Arinze's hut to bring Inyi the child of blessing to the Palace.

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Title: Inyi 2.

My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Chose Me.

07/11/2025

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The moment that name left Nora’s lips, the truth hit like thunder.
Mum stared at her in disbelief, tears blurring her sight. The officers exchanged glances.

And from the corner of the room, a man in a dark suit stepped forward ,clapping slowly.
It was him.

Mr. Raymond.

Standing right there… with a cold smile on his face.

The police station was heavy with silence.
Every eye turned toward Mr. Raymond , the man once called “family.”
His calm, wicked smile vanished the moment Mum took a slow step toward him. Her tears were gone, replaced by a steady, fiery strength.

She looked him in the eyes. “Raymond,” she said quietly, “I want to understand something. Tell me… what did we ever do to you? What wrong did my husband ever commit against you?”

He looked away, saying nothing.

But Mum didn’t stop. Her voice cracked with pain, but her words came firm and clear.

“You stood beside my husband like a brother. He trusted you with everything ....his life, his business, his dreams. You sat at our table, Raymond. You played with my children. You called him your best friend. Tell me, how did that love turn to hatred?”

The room went silent. Nora lowered her head.

Mum’s voice grew louder, trembling with emotion.
“My husband lifted you when the world ignored you! Do you remember where he met you, Raymond? In the gutter behind his office! You had nothing ... no house, no job, no hope. He gave you a place to sleep, food to eat, and called you brother when no one else did.”

Raymond’s lips twitched, but he stayed silent.

Mum’s tears finally fell. “He sold his car just to pay your wife’s hospital bills when she was dying of leukemia. You begged him, remember? You cried like a child. He didn’t hesitate. He gave everything he had to save her.”

Her words cut deep. The entire station was still. Even the officers stopped writing.

She stepped closer, her voice trembling with hurt.
“And when it was him lying on that sick bed, fighting for his life, waiting for a kidney transplant, where were you, Raymond? Where was that loyalty he showed you? When I came to you, begging for help, you turned your face away. You said you had nothing to give. You watched him die, Raymond. You watched him die!”

Her voice broke. She pressed her hand against her chest as tears ran freely down her cheeks.
“I buried the man who made you who you are. I buried the only person who still believed in you. And now you come for his children? You send someone to poison my son? All because I took over what rightfully belonged to him?”

Raymond swallowed hard, his eyes wet, but his pride refused to bend.

“You’re evil, Raymond,” Mum said, shaking her head. “You let greed eat your soul. Greediness is indeed a disease , one that destroys everything pure around it.”

She turned to the officers and whispered, “Take them away. Let justice speak where mercy failed.”

The lead officer nodded. He turned to the team beside him. “Mr. Raymond, for attempted murder, conspiracy, and fraud, you’re hereby sentenced to life imprisonment.”

Raymond’s shoulders dropped. He didn’t fight. He just lowered his head and whispered, “I lost everything because I wanted too much.”

The officer turned to Nora. “And you, for attempted murder, aiding a crime, and endangering a minor , you’ll spend the next 25 years in prison.”

Nora burst into tears, kneeling on the floor. “Madam, please forgive me… I was blinded by money.”

Mum looked at her sadly. “Money can buy food, Nora, but it can never buy peace.”

The officers led them both away. Their footsteps faded down the hall until only silence remained.

I turned to look at Mum. Her face was pale, but her eyes were strong. She took a deep breath and looked around the room.

“Do you see what greed does?” she said softly, more to herself than to anyone. “It makes people forget where they came from. It turns friends into enemies, helpers into monsters. And yet, the truth always finds light, no matter how deep it’s buried.”

She turned to me, wiping her tears. “Diana, you saved this family. You saw danger when I refused to. You spoke when I told you to stay quiet. And you proved that sometimes, children hear the whispers that adults ignore.”

Her voice softened with emotion. “I’ve learned something, my child. Parents must learn to listen , not only with their ears but with their hearts. Children may be young, but their spirits are pure. They feel danger long before it shows its face. A mother’s pride should never silence her child’s truth.”

Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her tightly.

She smiled through her pain and continued, “Diana, life will teach you many things, but never forget this ... not everyone who smiles loves you. Some smiles hide daggers. Not every helping hand is clean. Choose who you trust, but most importantly, trust yourself. Your instinct is your guardian angel ,when it speaks, listen.”

Her words sank deep into my heart. The officers around us nodded quietly. Even they felt her pain, her strength, her truth.

Outside the police station, the morning sun was bright and warm. It felt like the sky itself was finally breathing again.

Mum held my hand tightly as we walked to the car. “Let’s go home, my brave girl,” she said softly. “We’ve won, not by fighting evil with evil, but by standing with truth.”

When we reached home, Toby ran out with open arms. “Mummy! Diana!”
He hugged us both tightly. His laughter filled the air like music.

Mum smiled at him, then at me. “See, Diana,” she said, kneeling down to my level, “truth may walk slowly, but it never falls. It may be tested, but it never fails.”

That evening, we buried Rocky under the mango tree. The sun set slowly, painting the sky gold. Mum placed a small flower on his grave and whispered, “You protected us, even in death. Thank you.”

As the wind blew gently, I looked up at the sky and smiled.

For the first time in a long while, the house was peaceful. The shadows were gone. The air felt light.

Mum stood beside me and said softly,

"Diana, when you grow older, remember this:
The world is full of lies dressed as love. But truth… truth is quiet, patient, and pure. It never screams , it only waits for someone brave enough to listen.”

I smiled through my tears and hugged her again.

“Mum,” I whispered, “I’ll always listen.”

And that night, as the stars watched over our quiet home, I knew .... evil had lost, truth had won, and love had written its final chapter.

The Wicked Maid....
THE
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Joyce was in the bedroom when a new number called her.

She picked up the call and realized it was Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson asked her for her mother's address so that he could have a discussion with her about the DNA result.

Joyce told Mr. Johnson that he shouldn't worry. He was going to handle it soon.

Mr Johnson understood with Joyce so he didn't want to pressure her.

Have a good night rest then. Mr. Johnson said and hung up the call.

Joyce just sat on the bed. She started thinking about her life and everything happening. First the DNA result that show Mr. Johnson is her biological father and now people she doesn't even know the people trying to k!ll her.

That night even as she tried to sleep she couldn't. Her eyes couldn't close. She was mostly awake the whole night. Because she couldn't properly close her eyes; before she finally slept it was already morning.

Kelvin came to the bedroom door and knocked. And no one answered so he opened it to be sure she was still alright. He saw that Joyce was still sleeping.

Joyce finally woke up around 10am that day. She woke up to more than 20 miss calls from Mario.

Your phone has been ringing through out the day. Kelvin said. Sorry I little over slept. Joyce said. It's okay. It okay. Kelvin replied.

She was scrolling through her phone when a text message entered from Mario. I hope you are okay though. If you don't call back or reply, I will take it that you ain't okay and I will have to involve the police. Mario said.

Joyce read the message and was thinking of what to do. After few minutes, She texted Mario that she was okay, but didn't want to speak.

But Mario still didn't believe her. I will be sure that you are okay only if you pick my calls. Mario texted back. Don't push it Mario. I said I'm okay. And I'm okay. Joyce said and dropped her phone.

You know you should call him, he cares about you and he is a good friend. Kelvin said.

Joyce looked at Kelvin in surprise. When did you start siding Mario? I thought you both were f!ght!ng all of a sudden he is now a good friend? Joyce asked. I don't know what you are talking about. Just call him so that he will he sure that you are fine. Kelvin said.

I I just think there something about him. Joyce said. Something like what? Kelvin asked. Joyce paused and looked at Kelvin.

You know what; never mind. Joyce said. Here we go again with the never mind. Kelvin said.

Talk to me if there's something bothering you. Stop holding back, stop hiding things from me. Kelvin said.

We are good the way we are. Joyce said. We ain't good. We are supposed to be partners. Kelvin said.

Partners? Joyce asked and laughed out loud. Yes partners. Kelvin said.

What then happens to Sophie? Joyce asked.

I told you Sophie and I has broken up, we are no longer together. Kelvin said. You know what, save your explanation. But right now, with everything going on in my life. I really don't need it. It's of no importance to me. You had an opportunity but you blew it up. Joyce said.

There was a brief silence between two of them and then Joyce's phone started ringing again. She angrily picked up the call this time.

Mario can't you hear that I don't want to be disturbed? Joyce said.

It's Anna, she is finally awake, and she keeps calling your name since she woke up. Mario said.

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Title: From Bitter To Sweet 32.

My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Chose Me.

07/11/2025

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Joyce and Kelvin was in the living room when Kelvin heard a reckless driving outside the house.

He checked through the window and saw some strangers with guns coming to the door. Immediately they ran through the back door. As Joyce ran she began suspecting Mario. Let it not be that Mario is the one behind this. She said.

What about my car? Kelvin asked Joyce. We will get your car tomorrow. For now the priority should be staying alive. Joyce said.

Where exactly are we going to? Kelvin asked. I don't even know, maybe we are going to lodge a hotel. Joyce said.

Lodge a hotel? Kelvin asked. Yes. Lodge a hotel. Joyce replied. Don't worry. I have a guest house where we can stay. Kelvin said.

We can stay? You don't have to worry Kelvin. I will sort myself out. Joyce said.

I will sleep in the living room while you sleep in the bedroom. I promise I won't do anything funny. I just want to help. Kelvin said. You literally have helped enough. Thank you. Joyce said. I want to keep you self Joyce and who are those people that wants you d3ad? Are they arm r0bbers? Kelvin asked.

Maybe. Joyce replied. They ain't just arm robbers. They are hired k!llers. Kelvin said. Okay you got me. What do you want me to say? Joyce asked Kelvin.

Tell me what's going on? Why would hired k!llers come after you? Kelvin asked. For Christ sake I'm an actress Kelvin any one can want me d3ad. Joyce said.

Don't give me that búllsh!t Joyce. So h!red k!llers now go after every actress they see on the road? Fill me in. So that I can help. Kelvin said.

Joyce stopped walking for some seconds. She looked as Kelvin.

Nah; it's better you don't know. For your own safety. Joyce said and continued walking again.

The guest house is this side. Kelvin said to Joyce. After thinking about it, Joyce f0ll0wed him to the guest house.

Let me show you to the bedroom. Kelvin said and they went to the bedroom. Make yourself comfortable I will be in the living room. Incase you need anything. Kelvin said.

Aiit. Joyce replied. As he was going to the living room her phone started ringing. She checked the caller and it was Mario.

She ignored the call. Kelvin went to the living room.

Joyce phone rang and rang consistently but she didn't pick up. She just lay on the bed. She was tired, she was confused. She can't even trust anyone.

Then she received a text from Mario. "Where are you Joyce" I went to your house but you weren't there and your house is a mess. What happened "? Mario sent. Joyce read the text and ignored it.

I saw Kelvin car outside; did he do something to you? Mario sent. But she still ignored.

After about 47minutes a new number called Joyce. She was scared at first but then she picked the call.

Hello Joyce. The voice said. Hello sir. Joyce replied since she heard a masculine voice.

This is Mr. Johnson Mathew, Anna's father. The person said. Ohhh. Good evening sir. Joyce replied. Evening my dear. I haven't seen you again since the DNA result. I'm checking in to know if you are okay. I collected your number from Mario. He said

I'm okay sir. Just that it's alot to take in. So I'm still trying to process everything. Joyce lied. That's good. Have you talk to your mother about it yet? Mr. Johnson asked. No sir. I haven't everything is still new to me. Joyce said..

Okay, do you mind me talking to her? I want to talk to her tomorrow. I just want to understand how you ended up been my daughter. I am meeting your mother tomorrow. Can you send me her address? Mr. Johnson asked.

Joyce was speechless, she didn't want to tell the man that her mother is in prison.

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Title: From Bitter To Sweet 31.

My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Chose Me.

07/11/2025

THE WIDOW’S PHONE CALL THAT CHANGED A BILLIONAIRE’S LIFE
Episode 14 — The People Factory
Written by MrValiantz Concept

The rain had stopped, but the city hadn’t exhaled. Lagos was tense — restless, like it could sense a storm far worse than thunder.

Amara sat inside a dim cybercafé in Yaba, her hair still damp, her eyes hollow. Chief Odenigwe sat across from her, staring at the flash drive she’d rescued from the ruins of the Makoko vault — the one that had nearly cost Chuka his life.

“Whatever is inside this,” she said quietly, “is what my father died to protect.”

Odenigwe nodded slowly. “And maybe what The Foundation has killed to hide.”

The young attendant at the café approached, wiping his hands. “Aunty, make I plug am for you?”

Amara hesitated, then handed him the flash drive. “Yes. But be careful.”

The screen flickered, loading encrypted files. Rows of numbers and strange codes appeared — names, dates, medical charts. But there was something else. A folder labeled PROJECT: PEOPLE FACTORY.

Odenigwe leaned forward. “Open it.”

The boy clicked. What appeared on the screen froze them both.

It was a list — thousands of names. Next to each, a note: “Rehabilitated — Memory Reset.” Some had remarks like “Field tested,” “Donor complete,” and “Asset transferred.”

Amara whispered, “These… these are human beings.”

“Yes,” Odenigwe said darkly. “The Foundation wasn’t healing people. They were rebuilding them.”

Videos began to autoplay. Footage from hidden cameras — hospitals, orphanages, and refugee camps across Africa. Doctors in white coats, injecting patients. Men and women in suits watching through glass.

A voiceover echoed through the footage:

> “Our goal is simple — to create perfect loyalty. To erase pain, memory, and doubt. Humanity 2.0.”

Amara covered her mouth. “Oh my God… they were experimenting on people… poor people… in the name of charity.”

Odenigwe’s eyes hardened. “This is beyond corruption. This is slavery of the mind.”

The café attendant looked frightened. “Aunty, abeg, wetin be this? I no wan die.”

“Don’t worry,” she said quickly. “Just—”

Her sentence was cut short as the power went off. Total darkness.

A generator outside sputtered but didn’t come back on.

Then — a phone rang. Not hers. Not Odenigwe’s.

The café boy slowly lifted an old Nokia from the counter. The caller ID said: “Unknown.”

“Should I answer?” he asked, trembling.

Amara’s heartbeat quickened. “Put it on loudspeaker.”

He pressed the green button.

A calm, familiar voice filled the silence. “Good evening, Amara.”

It was him. The man in the gray suit.

Her breath caught. “How did you—”

He chuckled softly. “You’re quite the troublemaker. You’ve seen too much, again.”

“You murdered my father.”

“Your father died trying to play God. He thought he could stop the system he helped design.”

Amara’s voice shook. “You won’t get away with this.”

He ignored her tone. “Tell me, Amara… how does it feel to know that the people your father ‘helped’ were never meant to be saved? They were meant to be controlled.”

Odenigwe stepped forward. “What do you want from her?”

The voice replied smoothly, “I want what she stole from me. The drive. Give it back, and I’ll make this all disappear. Refuse…”

A pause. Then, faintly, they heard screaming through the line — a woman’s voice, pleading for help.

Amara froze. “Who is that?”

“You tell me,” he said. “She’s someone you know.”

The line crackled, then cleared just long enough for Amara to hear a voice she never thought she’d hear again — soft, broken, unmistakable.

“Amara… it’s Mama… help me…”

Amara’s knees gave way. “No… that’s not possible… my mother died three years ago.”

The man’s voice returned, calm as ever. “She didn’t die, my dear. She was selected.”

Odenigwe’s eyes went wide. “Selected? You mean—”

“Yes,” the man said. “She’s one of the first products of The People Factory. And if you want to see her again, bring me the flash drive… tonight.”

The line went dead.

The café was silent except for the soft dripping of water from the ceiling.

Amara sat frozen, her mind spinning. Her mother… alive. A test subject.

Odenigwe placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Amara, listen to me. This could be a trap.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Even if it is, I have to go.”

“Then we go together.”

She looked up at him. “He said tonight. That means he’s close.”

Odenigwe nodded grimly. “Then we find him — and we end this.”

Outside, thunder rumbled again as Lagos lights flickered across the water. Somewhere in the darkness, The Foundation was waiting — and a mother thought dead was breathing again, under someone else’s control.

The game was no longer about money or secrets. It was about souls.

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To be continued…
Episode 15 — The Resurrection of Mama Nkem.

07/11/2025

THE WIDOW’S PHONE CALL THAT CHANGED A BILLIONAIRE’S LIFE
Episode 13 — The Vault Beneath Makoko
Written by MrValiantz Concept

The rain was heavier that night — the kind that blurred the streets and swallowed sound.
Amara and Chief Odenigwe moved through the flooded alleys of Makoko, guided only by a faint torchlight and fear. The city’s floating shanties groaned against the waves like old men whispering secrets.

They stopped in front of what used to be St. Vincent’s Charity Hospital — a broken shell of concrete and rust. Its windows were gone, its sign half hanging, letters faded by years of neglect.

Odenigwe shone his light on the gate. “You’re sure this is the place?”

Amara nodded, her face set with quiet resolve. “Chuka said the vault is underneath. We’ll find it.”

The gate screeched as they pushed it open. Inside, the hospital was a graveyard of shadows — cracked tiles, dangling wires, and the smell of mold and time. The echo of their footsteps followed them down the corridor.

They found the basement entrance hidden behind a rusted stretcher. A metal door with no handle — only a square biometric pad beside it.

Odenigwe frowned. “Fingerprint access. Only your father’s print can open it.”

Amara stared at it, trembling. “But he’s dead… or supposed to be.”

For a moment, they stood in silence. Then she reached into her bag and brought out a small locket — one her father had given her as a child. Inside was a tiny, faded fingerprint, pressed in ink years ago on the day he built The Foundation.

“Maybe…” she whispered.

She placed the locket’s glass gently against the pad. A faint hum followed. The pad blinked red, then green. The lock clicked open.

Odenigwe stepped back, stunned. “It worked?”

The door swung open slowly, revealing a narrow staircase that spiraled into darkness.

Amara took a deep breath. “Whatever’s down there… this is where the truth lives.”

They descended. The deeper they went, the colder it became. The walls were lined with pipes and cables that hummed softly, like a heartbeat.

At the bottom, they entered a massive underground room. Computer servers lined the walls, blinking faintly. In the center stood a glass chamber — fogged from the inside.

Odenigwe wiped at the glass, and what he saw made his knees buckle.

Inside the chamber, a man lay connected to tubes and machines. Pale. Still. Breathing.

Amara’s voice cracked. “No… it can’t be…”

It was her father.

Alive.

Preserved like a relic of guilt.

Odenigwe whispered, “Dear God… they kept him here all these years.”

Amara ran to the glass, pressing her hand against it. “Papa… it’s me… it’s Amara…”

Her voice trembled, echoing through the vault.

A sudden metallic click broke the silence — the door behind them sliding shut.

Odenigwe spun around. “No!”

A slow clap followed. From the shadows, the man in the gray suit stepped forward, his face calm, his umbrella still dripping from the rain.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to find him,” he said smoothly. “Curiosity runs in the family.”

Amara turned, rage and tears burning together. “You monster! You did this to him!”

He smiled faintly. “No, my dear. He did this to himself. He signed the contract that kept him here. He volunteered for it.”

“Liar!”

“Ask him,” the man said. He tapped a control panel. The machines hissed and came alive. Slowly, her father’s eyes fluttered open — weak, dazed, but alive.

“Amara…” he whispered.

She fell to her knees. “Papa! What did they do to you?”

He looked past her, straight at the man in the gray suit. “Don’t… trust him… He owns everything… even the truth…”

Then his eyes moved back to her. “The files… Amara… The Foundation’s real secret… it’s not money… it’s people…”

Her heart pounded. “What do you mean?”

Before he could finish, alarms blared. The lights flashed red.

The man in the gray suit sighed. “You shouldn’t have opened the vault. You triggered the failsafe.”

He turned to leave. “You’ve got five minutes before this whole place turns into ash — just like Odenigwe Holdings.”

Amara screamed, “You won’t get away with this!”

He stopped at the door and smiled over his shoulder. “Oh, I already have.”

Then he was gone.

Odenigwe grabbed Amara’s hand. “We need to move now!”

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her father. “I can’t leave him!”

“Amara, if we stay, we all die!”

But her father’s weak hand pressed against the glass, and she understood.

He mouthed the words — “Save the truth.”

The room shook violently. Sparks burst from the servers. Amara screamed as Odenigwe dragged her toward the stairs. The explosion roared behind them, swallowing the vault in flames.

They burst out into the rain just as the hospital collapsed in a thunder of concrete and dust.

Amara fell to her knees in the mud, sobbing as the ground trembled beneath her.

Odenigwe stood beside her, his voice low. “He bought you time. Now you must finish what he started.”

Amara lifted her face, her tears mixing with the rain. “He said… it’s not money. It’s people. What did he mean?”

Odenigwe looked at her grimly. “I don’t know. But whatever it is… The Foundation isn’t just stealing money. They’re controlling lives.”

Lightning split the sky in two. The truth wasn’t over. It was only beginning.

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Episode 14 — The People Factory

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