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  A week had passed since the mysterious fire that reduced Hannah's bedroom to ashes. The incident remained one of London's greatest mysteries. Despite the investigations, no one could determine how the fire started. There were no signs of forced entry, no electrical fault, and no reasonable explanation. It was as though someone had deliberately erased every trace. Hannah, however, refused to ignore the warning. She never returned to the Charles Mansion after that night. Instead, she checked into one of London's finest luxury hotels, occupying a private executive suite overlooking the city. It became both her temporary home and her office. From there, she attended board meetings, managed Luxora Group, and quietly continued preparing for the marriage arrangement with Ridwan. Mr. Charles visited her several times, pleading with her to return home. Each time, Hannah politely declined. The mansion no longer felt like home. It felt like a place where someone wanted her dead. Bes...

  (Later that evening. The black luxury SUV glides through the grand gates of the Charles Mansion, a magnificent estate tucked away in one of London's most exclusive neighborhoods. The vehicle comes to a gentle stop beneath the illuminated entrance. Hannah steps out, visibly exhausted after a long day. Despite the fatigue in her eyes, there is a quiet satisfaction on her face. For the first time in a long while, things seem to be unfolding exactly as she planned.) (Paula steps out behind her, holding a tablet and a few documents.) Hannah: (calmly) Paula... you've had a long day too. Go home and get some rest. We'll continue tomorrow. Paula: (slightly hesitant) Are you sure, ma'am? Hannah: (gives a faint nod) I'll be fine. Paula: Very well, ma'am. Good night. Hannah: Good night, Paula. (Paula walks away as the vehicle drives off. Hannah takes a slow breath before walking into the mansion.) (The doors are opened by the butler. The maids and servants respectfully b...

  The Next Morning Nigeria, Abuja Ridwan's Office (Ridwan calmly goes through a new project on his tablet.) Ridwan: (thinking) Hmmm... we can work with that. And if we actually unite with the Luxoras, we could become even richer... but... (He exhales deeply.) (His phone suddenly rings.) (He glances at the screen.) Ridwan: (murmurs) Hmm... speak of the devil. (He ignores the call and presses the intercom.) Ridwan: Get the contract documents ready. (He hangs up, but his mobile phone continues ringing.) Ridwan: She can't even take a break? Is she that desperate to leave her home? (He finally answers.) Ridwan: Hey... at least take a breath from pressing that phone. What is it? Hannah: This is very urgent! We had a deal, remember? We don't have much time! Ridwan: Relax. I've got a lot on my desk right now. I can't leave everything just because of your matter alone. So, chill. (Hannah goes silent for a brief moment.) Hannah: (voice trembling with anger) ...

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  FEW WEEKS LATER  (Phone call between Jamiu and Fatimah)  Jamiu: (laughing) You’re so funny, baby. Gosh.  Fatimah: I don’t see anything funny in what I said. Besides, I’m speaking the truth—men can lie.  Jamiu: Well, not all men, sweetheart. I guess you’re referring to me as well?  Fatimah: Maybe.  Jamiu: I don’t know how much more I have to prove to you that I really love you.  Fatimah: Hmmmm…  Jamiu: Honestly, I’m already missing you. I can’t wait to see you again. Please… just once, give me your home address. Please!  Fatimah: I’ll think about it.  Jamiu: Think about what? Your home address? Are you kidding me? Look, dear, seriously… jokes aside, please give me your home address—for Allah’s sake!  Fatimah: Hmmm… well, for Allah’s sake, I will give it to you.  Jamiu: Finally! Thank you! At last!  Fatimah: I’ll text the address to you.  Jamiu: Ok, baby. You’ll see me in a jiffy.  Fatimah: What’s a jiffy?...

 At night – Fatimah and Blessing in the room gisting  Fatimah: But babe, what you did is really wrong and a big sin. All you have to do is ask Allah for forgiveness and never go back to that sinful life again.  Aishah: Okay, I hear you. So, tell me about your life since you left that rich people’s house. I’m still wondering what brought you back here after all you’ve been through.  Fatimah: Well… I don’t know exactly, but I feel more connected to this house than anywhere else. I think Dad never wanted me out of this home, even though he’s not alive. May Allah forgive his sins and grant him Aljannah Firdaus.  Aishah: Ameen, oh.  Fatimah: (looking sad)  Aishah: What’s wrong? Come on, talk to me.  Fatimah: Could you believe I found my biological mother?  Aishah: Are you serious? When? Where?  Grace: (tries to enter Fatimah’s room but pauses as she overhears)  Fatimah: (explains everything to Aishah) I couldn’t believe my mom had been a...

  Fatimah: Uhmm… good afternoon, sir. A woman gave me this address card.  Gateman: Say no more, dear. Just come in. As I said earlier, we’ve been expecting you.  Fatimah: Please give me a sec. (She quickly recites Ayatul Kursiyu) Okay… now I can go in. Please lead the way.  Gateman: Okay, ma’am. (He leads her into the palace. To her greatest surprise, the entire family is seated, waiting for her) Here is my princess… your highness.  Fatimah: Your highness?  Mr. Olowolayemo: Welcome to our family, my dear. I am Mr. Olowolayemo, head of this family.  Mrs. Olowolayemo: And I am Mrs. Olowolayemo, his wife.  Oyetunde: (adjusting his throat) And I am Oyetunde, the heir of this family and only son.  Ifeoluwa: And I am Ifeoluwa, the only daughter of this family.  Mr. Olowolayemo: Now that we have introduced ourselves, please introduce yourself.  Fatimah: Uhmm… good afternoon, everyone. My name is Fatimah Sulaiman. I am a Muslimah. I am nobo...