My brother, Tony, couldn't believe his fiancée was an old man's sugar baby. I saw the way his eyes shifted through emotions—anger, betrayal, disbelief. In the end, disbelief won.
"That can't be true. My Kemi would never sleep around with your father!" Tony shouted at Abel.
Abel made to speak but we heard another voice...
"Please, you have to leave now and never come back!" My uncle appeared out of nowhere and ordered Abel to leave when he noticed Tony struggling for words.
Even I couldn't believe that Kemi, of all people, had a sugar daddy. Oh, talk about che@ting—this one was che@ting in the worst places.
But I still couldn't accept my uncle f0rcing my harmless fiancé out of the house. "He's going nowhere," I insisted.
"Amanda!" My uncle bellowed, and I flinched at the sharpness in his voice. "Show some respect to the de@d! Your father would never have allowed him in this house if he were alive! Let his c0rpse grow cold at least before you start disrespecting him!"
The guilt stabbed my chest instantly and I felt a numbness hit me. Abel gently touched my shoulder and told me it was alright, then quietly left.
By that time, Tony had collapsed into a chair, defeated, silently trying to process everything Abel had just revealed.
Investigations went on for over a week—every person in the household was questioned, including the cleaners—before we were finally allowed to step outside again.
It felt both relieving and bitter to be out. I wanted to stop grieving, stop crying myself to sleep every night, forget Dad… but I couldn't. I kept wondering how someone managed to walk into our heavily guarded home and take my father's l1fe.
The thought nagged at me constantly. It had to be an inside job.
What if it was one of our bodyguards? The drivers? A delivery man with access to the house? Or worse—what if it was a male staff member who gave the ki11er free entry that night?
I remembered the cold, eerie feeling I had that night—as if no one else was home. But I had always been too emotionally distant to notice these little things.
So, I went to a bar with a bodyguard to clear my head. As I sat there drinking and taking in the fresh air, Kemi suddenly ran up to me. My bodyguard tried to stop her, but I insisted he let her sit.
"Please, Amanda," she begged. "Talk to Tony for me. He can't just believe everything Abel told him. I admit I used to date his father years ago, but I've ended it now…"
"And you expect me to believe that?" I cut her off.
Just admitting she once dated Mr. Danladi was enough reason to doubt her.
She's a Clements. They have money. Why chase an old man?
The answer was simple—it's in her blood. Che@ting with older men runs in the family. Her father is fifteen years older than her mother.
Or maybe the Clements are plotting something big—using her as a we@p0n. What if they were planning to take over by getting Kemi into both families? First the Danladis as a sugar baby, now the Evans as a fiancée. What if this whole mess is part of a plan?
"I swear, it's over!" she cried. But there were no tears.
Well, I didn't trust her. So, no—I refused, no matter how much she begged. Then I asked her to leave. I was tired of hearing the same story on repeat.
That was when she suddenly flared up.
"Oh, because I'm begging? You think I can't worm my way back into Tony's heart? I only came here to speed things up. It might take time, but I will get him back—no matter how hard you and your boyfriend try to paint me black!"
She banged the table and stood up. I was shocked by the sudden change in reaction.
"But just so you know," she hissed, "you'll be kicked out of the family very soon. Because you were never an Evans to begin with—roadside daughter!"
She knocked over my drink and stormed out. My bodyguard moved to go after her, but I stopped him.
Roadside daughter?
What did she just call me?
What did Tony tell her? That I'm not part of the family? An i11egitimate daughter?!
I ran back home to confront Tony—because I'm fed up with all these!
To be continued...
Complicated
Episode 3
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