“But it was close.”
Inside the room, when Amara finally opened her eyes, Ethan was beside her.
“You stayed,” she whispered.
He let out a breath.
“Always.”
She had been unconscious for two days.
When she was strong enough, investigators came. She gave her statement clearly and without hesitation: the overheard conversation, the doctored documents, the threats, the attack.
Evidence piled up quickly. Financial trails. Communication records. Witnesses. Criminal links.
Within days, Tund Adabo was arrested on charges of attempted murder, conspiracy, coercion, and financial crimes.
Lagos erupted again.
This time, the headlines were not rumor.
Business tycoon arrested in attempted murder case.
Society golden man led away in handcuffs.
Heiress survives assassination plot.
“It’s not over,” Amara said from her hospital bed as the news played.
“No,” Ethan replied. “But now he’s losing.”
The trial moved fast.
It was too public, too explosive to bury.
Despite her injuries, Amara attended.
When she entered the courtroom with Ethan beside her, Tund looked at her from the defense table. For the first time, there was no mask—only fury.
Amara did not look away.
