Òyì nke e mepụtara

I walked into the meeting room and crushed my cheating nephew’s mistress—she’d never work in this city again. Then I turned to Thea—the woman my family betrayed—and slid a contract across the table. “Marry me instead,” I said. Her ex-fiancé Jake jumped up, screaming, “Uncle Nicolas, she’s mine!” I didn’t even look at him. “She was never yours.” But when Thea picked up the pen, she whispered something that made my blood run cold: “I’ll marry you, but I’ll never love you. And one day, I’ll ruin yo