Billionaire secretly regains his sight but keeps playing blind – using love, trust, and silence to uncover a truth no one expects.
Chapter 1: The Prince of Lagos
In Nigeria’s powerful capital city of Abuja, a thriving and magnificent urban center, there existed a gentleman named Marcus. He wasn’t simply a wealthy individual—he represented an empire, living evidence of what persistent hard work and ancestral knowledge could achieve. Marcus was an industrious businessman, a commercial giant who had learned the complex and sometimes dangerous workings of global commerce and corporate empires under his father’s guidance.
His father, a patriarch from the traditional generation, had imparted everything about the business realm. He taught Marcus the art of the dominant handshake, how to interpret financial statements like battle plans, and how to detect dishonesty in conference rooms full of smiling executives. Thanks to this intensive training, Marcus’s family transcended mere wealth. They formed a prestigious lineage, recognized and highly honored throughout the federal capital territory.
From the pristine boulevards of Maitama to the crowded trading centers of Gaki, their family name inspired reverence and silence. They had expanded their considerable fortune, placing investments across multiple sectors, from building construction to telecommunications, and controlling valuable properties that marked the city’s horizon. However, their greatest pride remained their farming heritage. They possessed extensive commercial livestock ranches spanning the grasslands, providing premium beef nationwide.
This tie to agriculture kept them grounded despite their elevated social standing. They belonged to the extremely rare families nationwide who maintained a private polo horse stable within urban boundaries. During weekends, Marcus appeared at the guard’s polo club, racing across the emerald turf, representing their privileged position and unshakeable prosperity.
Chapter 2: The Empire Expands
Marcus matured within this shelter of advantage, surrounded by the affection of a devoted and united family. He appeared to be a man blessed with everything. As time progressed, he lost his father, and the responsibility of leadership rested squarely upon him. Marcus grew the family enterprise with an energy that amazed even his deceased father’s peers.
He entered the importation business of premium fabrics, obtaining the most exquisite silks and damasks from Asian and European markets to dress the spouses of politicians and petroleum magnates. He imported substantial industrial equipment to drive the nation’s manufacturing plants. Perhaps most profitably, he obtained exclusive agreements for Western medications, distributing to prominent teaching hospitals and retail networks throughout West Africa.
His commercial journeys were extraordinary expeditions. They transported him to London’s misty streets, Dubai’s dynamic marketplaces, and Guangzhou’s production centers. These endeavors frequently kept him distant from his expansive Maitama residence for weeks, occasionally months continuously. The residence, an ivory architectural masterpiece featuring Corinthian pillars and gilded entrance gates, frequently remained quiet, anticipating its owner’s return.
Marcus was unquestionably the city’s most desirable unmarried man. He represented the treasure every mother desired for her daughter and every daughter privately dreamed about. He was admired not merely for his billions but for his standing as a gentleman, an uncommon quality in Abuja’s ruthless dating landscape. In the upscale cafés where air conditioning hummed softly and expensive Arabian coffee aromas mixed with designer fragrances, the elite social ladies frequently assembled.
They relaxed in their oversized sunglasses and flowing chiffon gowns, analyzing the lives of the city’s privileged class. Their preferred subject, predictably, was Marcus.
Chapter 3: Dreams and Desires
“I desire to marry a gentleman, a compassionate and courageous man like Marcus,” Sophia declared one pleasant afternoon, her gaze drifting toward the window as though she could summon him. “A gentleman who will care for me properly, who recognizes a woman’s worth beyond physical appearance.” She laughed, a melody like wind chimes, fantasizing openly with her companions. Sophia was a woman of gentle elegance, not the most outspoken in any gathering, but possibly the most profound.
She had concealed deep, unexpressed emotions for Marcus since their adolescent years. Whenever she encountered him at social functions or charity galas, color would rise to her face, and she would fight to preserve her composure. Within this circle of ladies sat an extraordinarily beautiful young woman named Jasmine. Jasmine and Sophia were closest companions, a study in contrasting personalities.
Where Sophia radiated warmth and openness, Jasmine remained cool and mysterious. While the other ladies giggled and enumerated the characteristics they wanted in a husband, Jasmine sat peacefully drinking her iced beverage, a slight, indecipherable smile decorating her lips. Jasmine didn’t value the notion of romantic love or the monotony of committed relationships. To her, men served as stepping stones, and matrimony represented a business deal.
However, she possessed beauty so captivating that it halted traffic. Her complexion resembled polished mahogany, her eyes were large and expressive, and her physique inspired jealousy throughout the city. Her beauty had ultimately, and unavoidably, captured Marcus’s affections. One of the ladies addressed Jasmine, interrupting her contemplation. Why are you so silent, Jasmine? Don’t you fantasize about marrying a billionaire like Marcus? Consider the lifestyle, the international travel, the wardrobe, the influence.
Chapter 4: Heartbreak and Ambition
Jasmine shrugged, a gesture of rehearsed nonchalance, and offered a modest smile. I don’t contemplate it frequently, she responded, her voice silky like velvet. If it occurs, it occurs. Another lady leaned closer, her voice lowering to a secretive whisper. But don’t you notice how all the gentlemen observe you, particularly Marcus? At the governor’s reception last week, he couldn’t remove his gaze from you. He only has attention for you, Jasmine.
You have him completely captivated, and you haven’t even attempted. These statements pierced Sophia’s heart like an icy blade. She understood it was accurate. Since childhood, she had been companions with Marcus, remaining in his sphere, doing everything to make him recognize her as a woman and not merely a childhood friend.
She would visit his mother’s property on weekends to assist with meal preparation or arranging charitable events, hoping he would witness her dedication. But he only perceived a sister, a friend. Sophia sighed, looking downward at her hands to conceal the melancholy gathering in her eyes. Marcus is an exceptional man, Sophia said softly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Whoever he selects will be extremely fortunate. Jasmine looked at Sophia, her perceptive eyes detecting the pain in her friend’s expression. For an instant, a flash of something, perhaps sympathy, perhaps victory, crossed her face. Sophia, you are thoughtful and caring, Jasmine said, extending to pat her hand.
Any gentleman would be fortunate to have you. You are the wife material men claim they desire. But Sophia simply nodded, her heart burdened with the understanding that men like Marcus seldom chose wife material over dazzling beauty. Meanwhile, Marcus was a man obsessed. He was strategizing with the exactness of a military operation. He was determined to win Jasmine’s heart, regardless of the price.
Chapter 5: The Proposal
Later that week, Marcus, accompanied by his childhood companion, Derek, approached Jasmine’s family residence in the exclusive neighborhood of Asokoro. Derek was Marcus’s shadow, a man who had benefited from Marcus’s success for years. Where Marcus was tall and self-assured, Derek was shorter, stockier, and possessed a wandering gaze that suggested deep-rooted insecurity.
Marcus brought costly gifts, containers of Swiss lace, jewelry from Dubai, and bottles of aged wine, and conversed with Jasmine’s parents, declaring his intention to marry their daughter. The proposal was official, customary, and overflowing with wealth. The information circulated rapidly through the city blogs and social networks. The prince of Abuja is unavailable, the headlines proclaimed.
The ladies of the city erupted with excitement and jealousy. Marcus wants to marry you? one of them questioned Jasmine the following day at the salon. Jasmine’s eyes expanded in feigned astonishment, though she had anticipated this result. She remained composed, inspecting her manicure. Let’s observe what transpires, she said gently. It is in God’s hands. However, the route to the altar was not seamless.
Before Marcus could complete the marriage rites, a scandalous rumor began to weave its way through the Abuja social scene. It commenced as whispers at cocktail gatherings and erupted into open speculation. Jasmine was expecting. When Marcus’s mother, a formidable matriarch who could identify a flaw in a diamond from across a room, heard the information, she hurried to his mansion.
She discovered him in his study with Derek discussing logistics for the wedding. Marcus, she exclaimed, bypassing pleasantries. The entire city is buzzing with the information of Jasmine’s pregnancy. Are you responsible for her condition? Tell me the truth, my son. Her face was marked with concern. In their circle, legitimacy and reputation were everything.
Chapter 6: Mother’s Warning
No, mother, Marcus replied firmly, standing up to greet her. People are simply jealous of Jasmine. They can’t tolerate seeing her happy. I have never touched Jasmine in that manner. We have been chaste. His mother was not persuaded. She paced the room, her wrapper swishing around her ankles. You should pause the marriage and get to understand Jasmine better. There may be things you do not know. A woman does not simply get accused of pregnancy without a spark of fire somewhere. Smoke does not rise without fire, Marcus.
Marcus sighed, attempting to stay calm, but feeling his patience deteriorating. Mother, you know Jasmine. She grew up in this city in front of you. You’ve seen her become the wonderful woman she is today. I am due to travel to Europe to sign a major pharmaceutical agreement in a few weeks, and I want to finalize the marriage before I leave. I love Jasmine deeply and do not want to delay. I want to come home to a wife. Seeing Marcus’s stubbornness, his mother turned to Derek, who was sipping a drink in the corner.
Derek, my son, can you talk some sense into your friend? You are his eyes when he is blind with love. Derek nodded, looking serious and concerned. Mama, I have already warned Marcus. I told him to investigate, but he doesn’t want to listen to me. He is too in love. His mother shook her head, tears threatening to spill. Love can blind us to the truth, my son. Please take some time to make sure. Do not rush into a fire you cannot extinguish. Marcus crossed his arms, his jaw set in a line of determination.
I understand your concerns, but my mind is made up. I will marry Jasmine. I trust her. As night fell, Jasmine went to see Marcus. She found him waiting for her on the balcony, looking out at the city lights. His expression was full of concern.
Chapter 7: Reassurance and Resolve
Marcus, I heard the rumors, she began, walking towards him. They are not true. I am not pregnant. They are trying to ruin me because you chose me. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were pleading for understanding, shimmering with unshed tears. Marcus reached out and took her hand, pulling her close. I believe you, Jasmine. I knew they were just jealous. I still want to marry you no matter what they say. Your past is your past, but your future is with me.
Jasmine smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Thank you, Marcus. Your trust means everything to me. They stood together on the balcony under the moonlight, talking and laughing, planning a future that seemed bright. But as they prepared for their wedding, the rumors continued to whisper like dry leaves in the wind, and the tension grew.
On the eve of the wedding, Sophia sat in her room and cried her eyes out. She loved Marcus deeply with a pure, unselfish love, but she knew he loved her friend. She felt like she was losing two people at once. Despite her sadness, Sophia decided to attend the wedding. She would smile for Marcus, even if it broke her heart. The morning of the wedding was bright and cheerful, the sun shining as if blessing the union.
Marcus, his friend Derek, and his extensive family went to Jasmine’s family home, singing traditional songs and carrying trunks of gifts. It was a spectacle of wealth and culture. As they walked towards the gate, Derek pulled Marcus aside behind one of the support pillars. Marcus, listen to me, Derek whispered urgently. It’s not too late. You can change your mind. I don’t trust Jasmine at all. I’ve seen the way she looks at people. She looks down on people like me who are not billionaires. She’s very ambitious and cunning. Don’t be fooled by her calmness and beauty.
Chapter 8: The Grand Wedding
You don’t see it because you’re always traveling. And when you are here, you are blinded by lust. Marcus’s face turned red with anger. He shoved Derek’s hand off his shoulder. How many times do I have to tell you? I am not changing my mind. I don’t want to hear another word of this rubbish again. Nonsense. You are my best friend. You should be happy for me, not poisoning my mind on my wedding day, he snapped. Derek sighed, raising his hands in surrender.
Okay, Marcus. Okay, I just wanted you to be sure. He realized he couldn’t change his friend’s mind. They continued their journey and the wedding proceeded. It was the event of the decade. Jasmine was married to Marcus in a grand celebration at the Transcorp Hilton. The ballroom was transformed into a wonderland of white roses and crystals.
The hall was filled with the elite of society: senators, emirs, business tycoons. There was dancing, laughter, and an abundance of food. Mountains of jollof rice, platters of seafood, and expensive champagne flowing like water. As the festivities went on, people admired the happy couple.
Jasmine, in her custom-made designer dress from Paris, looked like a queen, regal and untouchable. Marcus in his tuxedo couldn’t take his eyes off her. Look at them, whispered one of the ladies, sipping her champagne. They are perfect together. Yes, another replied, though her tone was envious. I hope they have a happy life. She has secured the bag.
After the celebrations, Jasmine moved into her beautiful new mansion with Marcus. The house was massive, a palace of marble and glass. Jasmine, welcome to our home, Marcus said warmly, carrying her over the threshold. I hope you will be happy here. Everything I have is yours. Jasmine smiled, taking his hand. Thank you, Marcus. I’m excited to start our life together.
Chapter 9: The Business Trip
A week after their wedding, the honeymoon phase was cut short. Marcus was due to leave for an international business trip to inspect his supply chains in China. He stood by the massive mahogany door where his driver waited with the engine running. He held Jasmine’s hands, reluctant to let go. I’ll be back in three weeks, my love, he said, kissing her gently on the forehead.
Take care of the house. Take care of yourself. Jasmine nodded, smiling, a perfect, practiced smile. I will miss you, but I’ll be here waiting. Don’t worry about anything. Marcus continued to run his conglomerate, traveling for a few weeks and then returning home. Their marriage seemed filled with happiness to the outside world. Whenever Marcus was back, Derek would come over for dinner. They would sit in the expansive dining room, laughing and sharing stories late into the night, the perfect picture of friendship and domestic bliss.
Three months into their marriage, Jasmine had exciting news. Marcus, I have something to tell you, she said one evening, placing a hand on his chest. What is it? Marcus asked, curiosity in his eyes, putting down his tablet. I’m pregnant, Jasmine announced, her face glowing with joy. Marcus was over the moon. He jumped up and hugged her tightly, spinning her around. This is wonderful news, an heir. We are going to have a baby.
Before leaving for his next trip to Germany, Marcus, worried about Jasmine’s condition, invited his mother over for dinner to share the news. Mama, Jasmine is pregnant. I was hoping you could stay with her while I’m away to take care of her. I don’t like her being alone in this big house. But Jasmine quickly interrupted, her voice sharp. My love, we have so many domestic staff in the house who can help me. I have a cook, a cleaner, a driver.
Chapter 10: The Unexpected Visitor
I will also hire a private nurse when the time comes. Let mama be. She has her own estate to manage. She is an old woman who needs her rest. Marcus’s mother looked at him, hoping he would insist. She knew the way of young wives who wanted to hide things. But Marcus, wanting to keep the peace and not stress his pregnant wife, nodded.
You’re right, my love, he said. Mama, enjoy your rest. The rest of the dinner was quiet and a bit tense. Marcus’s mother said nothing more, but she ate little. The atmosphere felt heavy with unsaid words. The next day, Marcus left for his trip, leaving Jasmine to manage the household. A week later, Marcus’s mother, unable to suppress her maternal instincts, decided to cook her special healthy vegetable soup with dried fish and spices for Jasmine.
She wanted her grandchild to be strong. She made sure none of her own staff interfered with her recipe to ensure purity. She prepared the soup, packaged it nicely in a cooler, and was driven to Marcus’s house, humming a cheerful tune, hoping to bridge the gap with her daughter-in-law. As her car pulled into the driveway and she approached the main entrance, she saw a man stepping out.
Jasmine was walking him out, her hand lingering on his arm. Marcus’s mother stopped dead in her tracks, surprised. The man was tall, handsome, and dressed in a fitted shirt, decidedly not a delivery man or a worker. Oh, mama, Jasmine exclaimed, her eyes widening in panic before she masked it. This is Daniel, Marcus’s friend, she explained quickly, her voice pitching up slightly. He didn’t know that Marcus had traveled, and he wanted to tell him about a business opportunity. He just stopped by.
The man, Daniel, walked past Marcus’s mother, muttering a quick, Good afternoon, Ma, and quickened his pace. He practically jogged to his car.
Chapter 11: Growing Suspicion
As soon as he left the compound, Marcus’s mother turned back to Jasmine, who was standing defensively at the heavy oak door. Jasmine, who is this friend that I have never seen before? I know my son’s circle. I know Derek. I know his partners. Who is this Daniel? What is it you are not telling me? she asked, suspicion dripping from her voice.
Mama, he said he’s Marcus’s friend. Should I have told him no? I didn’t know him, but who am I to say he’s not Marcus’s friend? I was just being a polite hostess, Jasmine replied, trying to stay calm, though her heart was pounding. Marcus’s mother frowned, looking at Jasmine’s growing belly and then at the gate where the man had vanished. Okay, she said coldly. She handed the soup to the guard, not wanting to enter anymore. She turned back to her car. Mama, wait. Won’t you come in? Jasmine called after her, feigning politeness.
But the older woman kept walking back to her car. Back at her own estate, Marcus’s mother couldn’t shake off her worries. The intuition that had served her family for generations was screaming that something was wrong. She decided to wait for Marcus’s return. When Marcus returned home, Jasmine was overjoyed to see him. Or at least she acted it.
Her bump was growing, and she embraced him warmly. Welcome home, my king, she cooed. The next thing Marcus told Jasmine after unpacking was that he was going to visit his mother immediately. Suddenly, Jasmine clutched her stomach and started screaming in pain. Ah, Marcus, my stomach. I am not feeling well. I think it’s the pregnancy, the baby, she cried, doubling over.
Okay, okay, Marcus said, dropping his keys, sounding scared. What do you need me to do? Should we go to the hospital? No, just take me to the bedroom. Stay with me. I just need to lie down. Don’t leave me, Jasmine pleaded, gripping his arm tightly.
Chapter 12: Convenient Illness
Jasmine was sick the whole week. Every time Marcus mentioned going out or visiting his mother, a new wave of illness would strike her. Marcus, the devoted husband, had to delay his departure for his next trip and stayed by her side, cancelling meetings and pampering her. After a week, as they sat together in bed in the morning, Marcus looked at Jasmine with concern. Jasmine, I have to leave for my business trip tomorrow. It’s urgent. The shipment is stuck at the port in Lagos, he said gently.
But before I go, I will hire a private nurse to make sure you are well taken care of. As evening approached, Jasmine suddenly started to feel better. She sat up, applied makeup, and ordered a heavy meal. Oh, you look better, Marcus said, surprised. I was very worried, but don’t move too much. They sat and chatted until late into the night. As Marcus was about to turn off the lights, he heard the intercom buzz and a sharp knock at the main door downstairs.
Who could it be this late at night? Marcus asked, looking at Jasmine. Jasmine looked terrified. Marcus, don’t open. What if it’s armed robbers? What if it’s kidnappers? Jasmine said, her voice trembling. Marcus hesitated. The security in the estate was top-notch, but one never knew. Then he heard a voice shouting from outside. Marcus, it’s your mother. Open for me, please.
That sounds like mama, Marcus said. Then another voice joined in. Marcus, it’s us. Please open, called Derek. Jasmine, there’s no way someone can pretend to be both my mother and my friend. I’m opening the door, Marcus said, walking towards the front door. I’m coming, he called out. Marcus opened the door to find his mother looking agitated and Derek looking uncomfortable.
Mama, what’s happening this late at night? You’re scaring me, he said. No, don’t worry, son. No one died. But I have to tell you something very important. Please walk with me to the car, his mother replied.
Chapter 13: The Revelation
Jasmine, standing at the top of the stairs in her silk robe, protested loudly. Mama, what is so important that you can’t say it here? You can’t take Marcus out this late and leave me alone in this condition? Ah, Jasmine, Marcus’s mother snapped, looking up at her. Your house is full of staff. Besides, when Marcus is away for months, you are always alone, aren’t you? Unless… unless you are not alone when Marcus is gone. The air in the room froze. Jasmine cleared her throat nervously.
I… I… What are you trying to say? She stammered. Marcus interrupted, sensing the volatility. It’s okay, my love. I will quickly accompany mama outside to hear what she has to say. I will leave Derek here with you so you are not alone. With that, Marcus walked out into the cool night air with his mother, leaving Jasmine and Derek standing in the foyer, staring at each other.
As Marcus walked his mother back to her car, she turned on him. Marcus, this time you didn’t come to visit. If it weren’t for Derek, who visited me earlier tonight and told me you were leaving tomorrow, I wouldn’t have seen you at all, she said, sounding deeply hurt. Mama, I didn’t mean to, Marcus replied, feeling guilty. Jasmine was very sick this whole time. I was coming to see you the moment I landed, but she started screaming in pain. She only got better earlier tonight.
I was so scared. I couldn’t even think of sending someone to bring you. Oh, his mother said sarcastically. And she suddenly felt well because you are leaving tomorrow. The sickness vanished just as your departure date arrived. Mama, what do you mean? Marcus asked, confused. Now I am even more convinced to tell you what I need to tell you. Do you know a Daniel? She asked bluntly. Which Daniel? No, mama. I don’t know any Daniel, Marcus replied. Daniel, your friend. He was here at your house looking for you when you were away, she said.
Chapter 14: Seeds of Doubt
No, I don’t have any friend named Daniel. I know all my friends, Marcus insisted. Okay, his mother began. And she told him everything. The man leaving the house, the way he ran, Jasmine’s frantic explanation. Marcus, Jasmine lied to me. And if she lied about him being your friend, what else is she lying about? Mama, you worry too much. What if the man was just lost or a salesman? So now there should be no man coming to my house because you suspect Jasmine, Marcus said, getting defensive, though a seed of doubt was planted.
My son, listen to me for once. I know you love Jasmine, and she does no wrong in your eyes. But I am your mother. I love you. I would never mislead you. The guy can’t be lost. Didn’t your wife say he’s your friend? He came out of your door. At least, even if you don’t believe me, investigate this matter. Hire someone. If you don’t find out anything, you won’t ever hear me say a word about this again. Please, Marcus, I want to see you happy, and I mean well, Marcus’s mother said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing how serious this was to his mother, Marcus felt conflicted. All right, mama. I will investigate, he agreed, mostly to appease her. He kissed her good night. As Marcus walked back to his house, he started having doubts about Jasmine. His heart felt heavy. When Marcus got to his house, he found Derek still sitting in the lounge waiting for him. Derek quickly stood up. I have to go. It’s very late now, Derek said, looking anxious. Let me walk you out, Marcus offered. They walked out together.
When Marcus returned inside, Jasmine was sitting anxiously on the sofa, biting her lip. And what did she say? Was she talking about me? she asked. Marcus smiled, hiding his sadness and the new suspicion. Nothing you should worry about. She was just worried that I didn’t visit her. Just motherly drama. I have to go to bed. I have an early flight tomorrow, he said, walking towards the bedroom, leaving Jasmine standing there.
Chapter 15: Derek’s New Role
Jasmine took a deep breath of relief and followed Marcus to the bedroom. Early in the morning, as Marcus was dressed and saying goodbye, he dropped a bombshell. Oh, by the way, Derek will come and help out with managing the grounds and the landscaping whenever he’s free. He said he needs some extra income, my love. His business ventures aren’t doing well. But Marcus, Jasmine protested immediately. We have professional gardeners.
There are more people who need this job than Derek. Why don’t you just hire someone random? Besides, we have a landscaping team. Derek is your friend. It’s demeaning. Don’t worry about it, love. I’m just helping him out for a short while. I wanted to give him money, but he said he would rather work for it. Pride, you know. You won’t even know he’s here, Marcus insisted. As Marcus left, he noted how reluctant she was to have Derek around. He started doubting Jasmine seriously now, but he left for work anyway. Derek started frequenting the house, supervising the garden work, trimming hedges that didn’t need trimming.
He had a good relationship with the staff, who served him lunch. Sometimes he would sit with them and eat together, playing the humble man. When he finished eating, he would take the tray and dishes back to the kitchen himself. One day, on his day off from his own failing ventures, Derek decided to go to Marcus’s house. He went to the maintenance shed, took his tools, and started working. To his surprise, no maid came to bring him lunch. The house was quiet. Feeling hungry, he decided to look for food.
As usual, he used the back door that led to the kitchen. He got inside and looked around, but found no staff. As he turned back to leave, thinking he would eat when he got home, he heard voices laughing in the formal living room. He walked out to go back to his garden work, but paused, realizing he heard a male voice. It wasn’t Marcus’s baritone.
Chapter 16: The Discovery
Thinking Marcus might be back early, Derek turned back to the kitchen and started walking stealthily to the living room. Before he stepped in, he heard Jasmine’s voice. Oh, Daniel, our child will be due soon. I just worry because you won’t raise him. But he will have a good life. Marcus’s businesses have grown so big, and our child will inherit them along with the other children we will have, Jasmine said, laughing softly. Daniel replied, rubbing Jasmine’s bump. But Jasmine, I am tired of this sneaking around, coming at night and leaving at dawn, dodging that old witch of a mother. I want you all to myself.
No, Daniel, listen. I am doing this for us. Marcus is just the bank. Jasmine didn’t finish talking, seeing Derek standing in front of them, his mouth agape. Daniel jumped back from Jasmine as if burned. Jasmine stood up quickly, knocking over a vase. Oh, Derek, how long have you been standing there? she asked, her voice shaking uncontrollably. Long enough. I knew it. I told Marcus not to trust you. So the rumor was true. This fool is the father of your child, Derek said, his face twisting in rage.
He rushed towards Daniel, who, being a coward, quickly ran out of the sliding glass doors. Derek ran after him. Jasmine screamed. Derek, leave him and come back here, please. The commotion made the staff, who were in the staff quarters, come out to see what was happening. They were shocked to see Derek running after a man through the ornate gardens.
The staff stood there stunned, but when they heard Jasmine screaming Derek’s name, they retreated to their quarters as they had been instructed to stay inside and had been told it was their day off. Derek couldn’t catch Daniel, who vaulted the fence and disappeared. Derek came back panting, pointing a dirty finger at Jasmine. You, you witch! he shouted. Jasmine tried to hush Derek and pulled him inside the living room, closing the curtains.
Chapter 17: The Bargain
Derek, please listen to me. I beg you, don’t tell Marcus about what you saw and heard. Please, I can give you whatever you want. If it’s money you want, I have plenty of it. Marcus gives me an allowance that you can’t imagine. No, Marcus must hear about this. Actually, the whole city must know about this. My friend is out there working hard so that you can live a luxurious life. And for what? For him to raise a child that’s not his?
Derek fumed, pacing around the expensive Persian rug. Derek, think about it, Jasmine said, changing her tactic. She sat down, looking composed. There is more wealth in this house that can feed the entire city. But look at you. You have a billionaire friend. But you are only his charity case. You are wearing faded jeans while he wears Armani. If Marcus considered you a friend, wouldn’t he have brought you into the company board so that you could make money like him? You’re just his lapdog, his gatekeeper.
Derek kept quiet for a while, looking confused. The words hit a sore spot. Jasmine leaned closer to him, holding his chin. Think about it, Derek. He doesn’t care about you. He uses you to guard his house while he travels the world. Derek, feeling the tender touch of Jasmine’s soft hands, looked into her eyes. The anger began to melt into something else: desire and greed. Jasmine, you are right. Marcus told me to come here to watch over you. That day when his mother came at night, he suspected you. Actually, Marcus thinks I’m his gatekeeper.
He takes me for granted, Derek said, bitterness seeping into his voice. You see, he has friends in high places. But he calls you a friend while you remain struggling, Jasmine added, stroking his arm. So, what are you going to offer me so that I keep quiet? Derek asked, his voice low. Name your price, Jasmine replied.
Chapter 18: The Birth
Derek looked her up and down. He told her that besides money, he wanted her too. He had always envied Marcus’s possession of her. But Derek, Jasmine protested, shocked. I am heavily pregnant. What can I possibly give you? Derek replied with a sneer. What were you giving Daniel? He was only coming to keep me company and the baby. I get so lonely here, Jasmine lied.
All right. From now on, I will keep you company until you give birth, and you will be mine after birth, and I want a share of the allowance, Derek demanded. And so a new secret affair between Derek and Jasmine began. A pact sealed in betrayal. Exactly seven months after their marriage, Jasmine gave birth. Marcus was not around for the birth as he had expected the baby to come later. However, Marcus’s mother was there during the birth at the private hospital in Wuse. She watched the delivery like a hawk.
She pulled the doctor aside afterwards. Doctor, tell me the truth. Is this child premature? He looks fully formed, she asked. The doctor, a family friend, hesitated, but spoke the truth. The child was born at the right time. Ma, in fact, a few weeks after nine months. He’s full term. Oh, God, Marcus’s mother whispered. She started thinking to herself that either the rumor was correct or Marcus and Jasmine had conceived before marriage. She was no longer sure.
She sent one of her assistants to take the news of the child’s birth to Marcus, who was inspecting shipments at the seaport in Lagos. Marcus flew back after three days and immediately entered the nursery where Jasmine was lying with the baby. He rushed in excitedly, smelling of the airport and excitement. Where is he? Where is my son? Marcus asked eagerly. Jasmine, holding the baby, opened the expensive blanket, revealing a cute baby boy cooing. Here he is, Marcus. He came early. Our son came early.
Chapter 19: False Reassurance
Marcus held the boy and shed a tear of joy. He looked at the baby’s face, trying to see himself, but the baby was too young. He was over the moon and told Jasmine he would be staying for a month or so. Jasmine was very happy, too, though nervous. Everyone was delighted for the baby. Among the visitors were Sophia and Derek. During one of Derek’s visits, he and Marcus stepped aside to talk on the terrace. Marcus, I need to ask you something,
Marcus began, looking serious. You’ve been around while I travel. Have you noticed anything unusual with Jasmine? My mother is still suspicious. Derek smiled reassuringly, placing a hand on Marcus’s shoulder. The hand of a traitor. Marcus, your wife is a very faithful woman. You should never suspect such a decent woman. She sits alone waiting for you to come back home. Trust me, I have been watching. There’s nothing to worry about. Marcus sighed with relief.
Thank you, Derek. Your words mean a lot to me. I guess I have been letting other people’s doubts get to me. Don’t let them, Derek advised. Jasmine loves you. She has been nothing but loyal. Focus on your happiness and the beautiful family you have. During Marcus’s stay, he also went to visit his mother. They sat together in her large, quiet living room. And how are Jasmine and her son doing? His mother asked pointedly. They are fine, mama. Why do you say her son? Is he not my son, too? Marcus asked, frowning.
My son, you do realize you have only been married to Jasmine for seven months, right? And the doctor said… She paused, gauging his reaction. Mama, stop this now. I know where this is going. Jasmine already told me the baby came early, Marcus replied, frustration rising in his voice. Is that right? How early? He is four kilograms, Marcus. Premature babies are tiny, she pressed. I never thought I would say this, but Marcus, wake up, my son.
Chapter 20: The Accident
No, mother. You told me you would stop this if I didn’t find proof against Jasmine. You made me doubt my wife. I feel so guilty for even suspecting a pregnant woman of cheating. I have to go, Marcus said angrily, standing up to leave. His mother felt helpless. She believed that Jasmine’s child was not her son’s, but didn’t know how to prove it to Marcus without a DNA test, which he would never agree to.
She watched him walk away, her heart heavy with worry and doubt. The boy was named Ethan. Within a few months, he was growing big and strong. Marcus returned to his conglomerate, continuing business as usual. Eight months later, disaster struck. While Marcus was being driven in his luxury SUV back home at night from a late meeting, a heavy downpour and thunderstorm struck Abuja. The rain was torrential, turning the roads into rivers. The driver lost control.
The SUV skidded off the wet road, spun twice, and fell into a deep drainage ditch. Marcus was thrown forward, hitting his head violently against the dashboard and the reinforced window. He lost consciousness instantly. His security detail in the follow-up car rushed to help him, but saw no blood. They carried him to a nearby private clinic in the outskirts to find a doctor, but they struggled because the vehicle was stuck and finding help in the storm at night was difficult.
After a long search, they finally found a local doctor. They told the doctor that Marcus’s family were billionaires and would greatly compensate him if he helped. Marcus’s staff managed to reach his family to announce the news. His mother and Jasmine came with another convoy, sirens blaring, and found Marcus still unconscious. They thanked the local doctor and gave him a generous token of appreciation, but told him they knew a better specialist in the city center. They left with Marcus and called for the top neurologist in Abuja.
Chapter 21: Blindness
The specialist came to the mansion, which had been turned into a makeshift hospital room. He told them that the local doctor’s first aid helped a lot because Marcus had internal bleeding, which led to a concussion. Doctor, please, will my son be all right? Marcus’s mother asked with worry in her voice. Yes, he will be fine. But the head trauma was severe, the doctor warned.
After a week, Marcus woke up, sitting up and screaming. Jasmine, where are you? Jasmine, Jasmine, why is it so dark? Jasmine and his mother rushed to the master bedroom. Marcus, can’t you see me? The lights are on, his mother asked, panicking. No, I can’t. It’s pitch black. Where are my wife and son? Marcus asked, distressed, his hands flailing in front of him. We are here, Jasmine replied, trying to calm him. Don’t worry, son. The doctor is coming,
Marcus’s mother said, rushing out to send someone for the specialist. The doctor came and tested Marcus. He shone lights in his eyes, but there was no reaction. He explained that Marcus was blind due to the brain damage from hitting his head, cortical blindness. He also said the blindness could be permanent or temporary. The doctor further explained that he needed certain rare neuro-regenerative medicines which he didn’t have in stock in Nigeria. Don’t worry, doctor. I can import the medicine you need. I have contacts in Germany and India. Just tell me what you need, Marcus said, panicking and frustrated by his new condition.
Money is not an object. As the head injuries slowly healed, Marcus’s world became one of shadows and sounds. He got used to walking around the massive house using a walking stick. He even arranged for a carpenter to customize a bed for him to get off without falling. Derek constantly visited the house, and most of the time Marcus would sit in his new bedroom where the staff helped him with his needs, feeding him and bathing him.
Chapter 22: Strange Observations
But blindness brings a different kind of sight. When the eyes are closed, the ears open wide. While Marcus was still battling with his eyesight, he noticed that sometimes a whole day would pass without hearing Jasmine’s voice around the house. One day he asked the maid who brought him his food, Have you seen my wife? Is she okay? Yes, sir, the maid replied, her voice hesitant. I saw madam with Derek in the garden. Is Derek here? Marcus asked, confused. He didn’t come to say hello to me. Yes, sir.
He comes here every day, the maid said. This left Marcus puzzled and wondering why his friend Derek would come to his house and leave without greeting him. While Marcus waited for his imported medicine to arrive, he often suffered severe headaches. It took months for his medicine to clear customs and arrive. He started using it. One night, feeling thirsty and noticing the maid had forgotten to leave him water, he decided to try and be independent. He walked out of his room to fetch some water from the kitchen dispenser.
As he passed the master bedroom, which he no longer slept in, he heard a man’s voice coming from inside. He froze. He leaned against the door to listen, but only heard laughter. Marcus opened the door. The laughter stopped immediately. Marcus, my love, what do you want this late at night? Jasmine asked, sounding startled. I heard voices. Who are you with, Jasmine? Marcus asked, his unseeing eyes staring straight ahead. Jasmine replied quickly, Oh, I was just playing with Ethan.
He doesn’t want to sleep tonight. He was making funny noises. She said this while gesturing frantically to Derek to hide in the bathroom. Derek, moving from the bed, pulled Jasmine back, and she told Marcus to go to his room because she was sleeping. Marcus agreed and left, but he was certain the voice he heard was a man’s, a deep baritone, not a baby’s coo. He waited a bit at the door, listening again.
Chapter 23: The Truth Dawns
He heard laughter and then Jasmine calling out, Stop being silly, Derek. Marcus stood outside the door, his body sliding down as he leaned against it. The realization hit him like a physical blow. After a while, he got up, his thirst gone, replaced by a bitter taste in his mouth, and went back to his bedroom. He sat there, not believing what he had heard. Could this be Derek? Derek, my friend, Marcus thought. He wept. God, I wish I could see just for one minute.
As days went by, Marcus felt better physically, but emotionally distraught. He noticed that Jasmine didn’t seem to love him anymore. She was hardly around the house, and wherever she was, he heard her and Derek talking in the garden, their voices low and intimate. One day, Marcus’s mother visited. Mama, Derek comes to the house daily. Is he not working anymore? Marcus asked. Oh, wasn’t it you? I thought you gave Derek some millions to start a business.
Derek is now a businessman, she said the word with disdain. He has a small poultry farm and an old van. But when your eyesight returns, you will see Derek’s dressing. He wears the finest designer clothes, Gucci, Fendi. And the day Derek quit his job, I heard he fought with his boss and headbutted him. I am shocked that our very own Derek could do such a thing, his mother said. Marcus replied, Well, I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s capable of more than that. His mother was left speechless as Marcus stood to stretch his legs.
The puzzle pieces were coming together. Six months after the accident, the miracle happened. Marcus woke up one morning with his sight completely restored. The medicine had worked. He sat up in bed, the room sharp and clear in the morning light. The dust motes dancing in the sunbeam looked like diamonds. He shouted in happiness, I can see. Oh my God, I can see! Jasmine, Jasmine. Filled with joy and a desire to share the miracle, he ran to the master bedroom, bursting through the door.
Chapter 24: The Performance
He found a sight that froze the blood in his veins. Jasmine was sleeping, her body entangled with Derek’s. They were cuddling as if they were the married couple. Derek’s arm thrown possessively over her waist. Jasmine woke up, startled by Marcus barging in. She quickly sat up, trying to block his view of the bed, but it was too late. Or so Marcus thought. Oh my love, why are you up so early? she asked, her voice still sleepy but edged with panic as she realized Derek was exposed.
Marcus stood there, his mind racing at a million miles an hour. The urge to scream, to drag Derek out of the bed and beat him to a pulp was overwhelming. His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to kill them both. But then a cold, calculating thought took over. If he revealed he could see now, they might lie their way out of it. They might say Derek was just comforting her, or worse, they might kill him to keep the secret and run away with his money.
He needed to know the full extent of their betrayal. He needed to destroy them completely. Marcus’s eyes glazed over, mimicking the vacant, unfocused stare he had worn for months. It was the hardest acting performance of his life. His voice, low and filled with feigned disappointment, said, I am very hungry.
I just need breakfast. I… I got lost on the way to the kitchen. Everything is still so dark. Jasmine let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She glanced back at Derek, who was still fast asleep, oblivious to the danger that had just stood over him. Just wait a bit until the staff are done. They will bring you breakfast. I want to feed Ethan. It’s almost his milk time, Jasmine replied, her tone dismissive. She then lay back down, pulling the duvet over Derek. Marcus stood there for a second longer, watching the woman he loved betray him with his best friend.
Chapter 25: Silent Witness
He turned slowly, tapping his cane against the floor. Tap, tap, tap, and walked out. He went back to his room, closed the door, and wept silent tears of rage. From that moment, Marcus continued to pretend he was blind, but his eyes were wide open.
He realized that his domestic staff were very loyal to Jasmine and Derek. Or perhaps they were paid off. Often, Marcus would sit in the living room, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, while Jasmine and Derek were together on the sofa, kissing and whispering right in front of him. The staff would walk by, serve them tea, and not say a word to Marcus.
None of them ever bothered to inform him of what was happening in his own home. This conspiracy of silence left him feeling isolated and betrayed by everyone he paid to protect him. One day, as Marcus passed his master bedroom, tapping his cane loudly to announce his presence, he heard a different voice. He paused to listen and heard Jasmine talking to Ethan. Oh, my cute boy, daddy is here. Go to daddy, Jasmine said while the boy giggled.
Marcus entered the room as usual, his face a mask of neutrality, but his eyes took in the scene instantly. It wasn’t Derek playing with Ethan. It was Daniel, the man his mother had warned him about. My love, I was just here to check on you. I’m going to take a walk, Marcus said quietly, his heart hammering against his ribs. Jasmine looked up, unbothered. Okay, she said. As he closed the door, he heard Jasmine and Daniel laughing uncontrollably, mocking the blind fool. He suspects nothing, Daniel laughed.
Marcus stormed out of the house, unable to breathe. The betrayal wasn’t just a double life. It was a revolving door of men, all while he lay helpless in the next room. As soon as he got outside the high gates of his mansion, he stopped, placing his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
Chapter 26: An Honest Friend
Still carrying his stick and pretending to be blind, he walked down the manicured street of their gated community, his mind plotting his next move. Marcus, Marcus, wait. It was Sophia calling out to him. He recognized her voice instantly.
It was the only honest thing he had heard in months. Why are you walking alone? Can you manage by yourself? she asked, catching up to him, her breath coming in short gasps. I can walk by myself, Marcus replied, though his voice lacked its usual bite. Am I not your friend? Sophia insisted, falling into step beside him. You shouldn’t be out here alone.
The cars won’t see you. Okay, I know. I am Jasmine’s friend, too, but we’ve known each other since childhood. Let me take you wherever you need to go, Sophia offered gently, taking his arm. Marcus allowed Sophia to accompany him to his mother’s estate. He looked at her sideways from behind his glasses as they walked. She wasn’t as flashy as Jasmine, but there was a grace and sincerity in her features that he had been too blind, even when he had sight, to see. She walked with him, not out of duty, but out of love.
His mother was very happy to see him with Sophia. Oh, Sophia, my daughter, you are here. You no longer visit me these days. Have you met a suitor? she asked, hopeful. No, mama. I am just busy. Bye, Mama. I was just accompanying Marcus here, Sophia replied before leaving. Marcus sat down and his mother could see he was not okay.
He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world. Marcus told his mother that he was meeting someone he couldn’t meet at his house, a private investigator and his lawyer, and asked if he could have the meeting there. His mother agreed and gave him his privacy. Sensing the storm that was brewing, Marcus began to pull the strings. He was a businessman after all, and he knew how to destroy competition.
Chapter 27: The Trap Is Set
He used his connections to silently sabotage Derek’s business. He made calls to suppliers, blocking Derek’s access to feed and medicine for his poultry. A few days later, back at his own house, Marcus sat in his study, the door slightly ajar, listening. He heard Derek storming into the hallway, talking to Jasmine. Jasmine, things are bad. My chickens are all dead due to a sudden disease outbreak. I woke up today to find not even a single chicken alive. You have to give me more money so I can buy more stock.
I owe a few investors who have already paid for their orders. I don’t know what to do, Derek said, his voice rising in panic. Jasmine told Derek to wait. Marcus heard Jasmine’s footsteps walking out of the bedroom towards his home office. He quickly put on his dark glasses and stared blankly ahead. Jasmine entered, opened the wall safe behind the painting, and rummaged through it.
A moment later, she let out a frustrated noise. She returned to the master bedroom and told Derek that she couldn’t find a single naira in the safe. Derek was furious. What? What am I going to do? My business will collapse. I owe people millions for their orders, and these people will need their money back if I don’t deliver.
You have to help me, Jasmine, or else. Don’t raise your voice. Marcus will hear you, Jasmine cautioned, closing the bedroom door. And do what? Huh? The fool cannot even see. Give me the money, Jasmine, or I will tell Marcus that Ethan is not his. You don’t know me, Jasmine. You will go back to the gutter where you belong, Derek threatened. Jasmine, not knowing what to say, responded.
Derek, calm down. I will make a plan. Okay. I will ask Marcus for money directly. You better, Derek said and stormed out of the bedroom. Marcus smiled a cold, hard smile. The rats were beginning to turn on each other.
Chapter 28: Tightening the Noose
The next phase of his plan involved the staff. He secretly paid them off and gave them all a mandatory two-week leave, instructing them to leave immediately without informing Jasmine. Go, he told them. If anyone asks, I sent you. The next morning, Jasmine rushed to Marcus’s bedroom. My love, I have been sitting the whole day waiting for the staff to serve breakfast.
I went to check in their quarters, and there was no one there. Oh, Marcus asked, feigning ignorance. And what do you think happened to them? Jasmine replied. I don’t know. Maybe you should go look for them since you are the one who hired them and know their whereabouts. Marcus replied calmly, tapping his fingers on his armrest. I am just a blind man who cannot do much.
Perhaps they are tired. Jasmine left the room frustrated, thinking Marcus knew nothing about the situation. She went to the kitchen to cook, but the pantry was strangely empty. Marcus had ensured that food supplies were not restocked. Jasmine was not used to chores anymore. She burned the eggs, broke a fingernail, and when she tried to clean, Ethan started crying.
With no nanny to babysit, Jasmine felt the walls closing in. The day went by and Marcus left the house for a few hours with his driver, returning in the evening, well-fed and calm. Jasmine went to bed hungry and exhausted that day. The following day at dusk, Derek came, looking desperate. He needed money. Jasmine opened the door and whispered, You aren’t supposed to come today. What are you doing here? Come, let’s talk upstairs. They passed Marcus who was sitting in the living room listening to the news on the TV.
They assumed he was asleep or zoned out. They went upstairs to the master bedroom. Marcus waited until they were settled. Then he picked up his phone and sent a single text message to Daniel from a burner phone he had acquired, posing as Jasmine. Come now. I have the money. Derek is gone. Hurry.
Chapter 29: The Confrontation
Marcus sat there in the dark living room, listening to the silence of the house, waiting for the explosion. As soon as Marcus left the house to visit his mother, Daniel arrived. He went straight upstairs to find Jasmine. When Daniel entered the bedroom, expecting a payday, he found Jasmine in a compromising position with Derek. Daniel, fuming with jealousy and betrayal, demanded, Jasmine, what is he doing here? Did you call me for this? You are playing both of us.
He jumped towards Derek, who was lying on the bed. They started fighting instantly. So, you chased me out of the house that day because you two were together. Is the child even mine? Daniel shouted, throwing a punch that connected with Derek’s jaw. Jasmine screamed, Daniel, leave him. Leave him. She tried to pull Daniel off Derek, but Daniel, blinded by rage, pushed her hard.
She hit the wall and slid down, feeling paralyzed for a few minutes. Jasmine watched helplessly as Daniel pulled Derek from the bed, and the fight moved to the balcony. Derek, fighting for his life, regained some strength and started hitting Daniel back. Jasmine, leaping from the bedroom, shouted, Stop it! Somebody help me! Daniel pinned Derek against the balcony rails. The metal groaned under their weight. Jasmine jumped in, trying to pull them apart, but Derek fought back wildly.
In the chaos, a shove went wrong. Daniel lost his footing, tipped over the railing, and fell from the balcony to the paved ground in the front yard with a sickening thud. Jasmine and Derek looked down in horror. At that exact moment, the front gates opened. A group of people was rushing towards Daniel, who lay motionless in a pool of blood. It was perfect timing.
Marcus had arranged for his mother, two police officers, Daniel’s family, Derek’s family, Jasmine’s family, and a few neighbors to come for a dinner party he was supposedly hosting to celebrate his health.
Chapter 30: Justice Served
Daniel’s family knelt next to his body, screaming in agony. My son, they have killed my son. Marcus walked out of the house, tapping his stick. He stopped near the body, looking around with unseeing eyes, though he saw everything. What is going on? Can somebody explain to me what’s happening? I hear screaming. Where is my wife? Jasmine, my love, where are you? Jasmine and Derek stood upstairs, frozen in shock, illuminated by the outdoor security lights like actors on a stage.
Everyone looked up at them, their mouths wide open. The two officers rushed upstairs, weapons drawn, and handcuffed Jasmine and Derek, telling them they were under arrest for murder. The yard was bustling with neighbors rushing in and out, calling others to come and see the scene. The gossip spread like wildfire. Jasmine was having an affair with many men, but she and Derek planned to get rid of the man lying there. Someone said, Oh, poor Marcus. With his blindness, we told him, but he never listened. Look where we are today, another neighbor added.
After the police took everyone’s statement, most claimed they saw Jasmine and Derek pushing Daniel from the balcony. The angle made it look deliberate. However, Jasmine’s family tried to defend her. We were rushing from the gates when we saw the three on the balcony. But we couldn’t tell exactly what was happening, Jasmine’s mother sobbed. I know my daughter is not capable of this. She can’t even hurt a fly. Oh, but she can bring men to my son’s house, Marcus’s mother retorted, her voice dripping with disdain.
If your daughter can do this to my son, who always took good care of her, she’s capable of worse. Officer, arrest these two. We all saw what happened as we entered this yard. You saw it too, Marcus’s mother insisted, and the police had no choice. With the body, the witnesses, and the apparent motive, the case seemed airtight. It was a long night, but it eventually passed.
Chapter 31: The Revelation
Marcus’s mother and Sophia stayed behind to comfort him. The next day, as Sophia helped make breakfast in the quiet kitchen, Marcus’s mother smiled at her son. My son, you see how Sophia takes good care of you? Why did you not marry her instead? I don’t even want to say her name. Marcus turned to his mother, slowly removing his dark glasses for the first time in front of them. His eyes were clear, sharp, and focused. Mom, I am sorry for not listening to you. Forgive me, mother.
I should have listened. His mother gasped, dropping her spoon. She realized he was looking directly at her. Marcus, you can see. Yes, mama. I have been able to see for a while now. I had to see the truth with my own eyes. Don’t worry, she replied, recovering from her shock and glancing at Sophia, who was smiling through tears. You still have a chance to make things right.
A month later, Marcus went to the maximum security prison in Kuje to visit Jasmine. She looked terrible. Her hair was unkempt, and she had lost weight. Her beauty had faded under the harsh fluorescent lights of the prison. She was so happy to see him, thinking he was her savior. She asked why he couldn’t help her with her case and why he hadn’t visited her earlier. Marcus, my love, please help me. I am innocent, Jasmine cried out, clutching the glass partition. Get me a lawyer. Get me out of here.
Marcus leaned forward, his face cold and hard as stone. Innocent of what exactly? Who is the fool now? You brought men to my house, called me names, and gave them my money, my hard-earned money. You used my house, my bedroom, while I lay there helpless. Jasmine cried out, I am sorry, Marcus. I was lonely, and you would travel for months. It was a mistake. Stop lying, Jasmine.
I know Ethan is not mine. I stayed faithful to you and was willing to do everything for you, Marcus said, his voice rising.
Chapter 32: Final Confrontation
He stood up to leave. Jasmine shouted, desperate. Marcus, please. Where is Ethan? Don’t worry about Ethan. He is Daniel’s son. He will come to visit you in jail when he is old enough. I’m not sure if he is with his father’s parents or your parents, but one of them took him that day. Now allow me to go see your boyfriend. You look pale, and your hair is dirty. By the way, I will make sure you rot in here.
Jasmine was stunned. She shouted as Marcus was walking away, navigating the room without his cane, moving with confidence. Marcus, how do you know I look pale? Marcus, you can see. You could always see. Jasmine screamed as the guards dragged her back to her cell, the realization crushing her. Marcus could see, and he had orchestrated everything.
Marcus then visited Derek in the men’s wing. Ah, Derek, my friend, he laughed scornfully as he sat down. It is me, the blind fool. Let me tell you a story. Marcus started recounting how he saw everything that morning. He explained how he poisoned the chickens to create financial pressure, how he emptied the safe, how he fired the staff to isolate them, and how he sent the text message that brought Daniel to the house at the exact moment the guests arrived. Oh, Derek, I didn’t think you would take it that far, Marcus mocked.
I only wanted our families to find all of you in my house with that woman, Jasmine. But you, you robbed the boy of a father. You killed your competition. Oh, poor child. Marcus left the visitation room laughing, his laughter echoing through the prison walls while Derek stared at him, speechless and broken, realizing he had been played by the man he thought was a fool.
After a few weeks, Marcus publicly announced that his sight was miraculously restored. He explained to his mother and Sophia that he had pretended to be blind for a while to uncover the truth, though he spared them the darker details of his manipulation. His mother shook her head, feeling sorry for the pain he had endured, but proud of his strength.
A New Beginning
Two years later, Marcus married Sophia in a beautiful private ceremony. Unlike the grand spectacle of his first wedding, this celebration was intimate and genuine, attended only by those who truly loved and supported them. The ceremony took place in his mother’s garden, under a canopy of white flowers and soft sunlight.
Sophia stood before him in a simple but elegant dress, her eyes filled with tears of joy. Marcus looked at her and saw not just beauty, but honesty, loyalty, and a love that had waited patiently through the years. As they exchanged vows, he realized that true wealth wasn’t measured in billions or business empires, but in the presence of someone who loved you for who you were, not what you possessed. After the wedding, Marcus made a significant decision about his life.
He delegated his day-to-day business operations to trusted managers and focused on his investments from home. He wanted to be present, to build a real family, to never again be so consumed by ambition that he became blind to wha—eyes that had been opened not by medicine, but by pain, betrayal, and ultimately, redemption.
He had learned the hardest way that blindness comes in many forms, and sometimes the deepest sight comes only after the darkest darkness. And in Sophia’s gentle touch and loving gaze, Marcus finally found his peace.
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