“What if it’s true?”
The truth arrived like a storm—unavoidable, unforgiving.
Within days, confirmation reached them.
Baba Akutu was wealthy, powerful, influential.
And Soma?
She was now living in his estate, not as a servant, not as a burden, but as someone chosen.
Felicia could not breathe properly.
Her mind replayed every decision, every word, every calculation she had made.
She thought she was removing Soma from the path of opportunity. She thought she was securing the best future for Caro.
Instead, she had handed that future away.
Desperation crept in quickly.
“We have to fix this,” Felicia said, pacing.
