“I have children,” he whispered.
“I have their mine.
They’re Daddy.
” Zara said softly.
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Have you ever found out someone you trusted lied to keep you away from someone you loved? Six years earlier, Amara Obi was 24 years old and so in love she couldn’t see straight.
Aunt David Achib had walked into her contracts law study group at the University of Houston like he owned the room because in a way he did.
His father, Chief Joseph Achebe, owned half of Houston’s Nigerian business community.
Oil money, real estate, import export.
David was the heir to all of it.
And he’d chosen her.
Not the daughter of a fellow businessman.
Not the polished society girl his mother kept pushing at him.
He’d chosen Amara Obi, scholarship student, library worker, daughter of a single mother who cleaned houses in third ward.
You’re different.
David had told her on their first date.
Everyone else sees my last name.
You see me.
She had.
She’d seen the man who volunteered at youth programs on weekends.
The man who secretly paid his friends tuition when they couldn’t afford it.
The man who hated the pretense of wealth and dreamed of building something on his own.
They dated for 2 years, hidden from his family, secret dinners, stolen weekends, whispered plans.
“I’m going to marry you,” David had said one night, holding her in his tiny off-campus apartment, the one his mother didn’t know about.
I just need to finish school, build something separate from my father’s empire, then I’ll introduce you properly as my fianceé.
Amara had believed him.
She’d believed every word.
And then she’d gotten pregnant.
The day she told him, David had cried, not from sadness, from joy.
We’re having a baby, he kept saying.
We’re having a baby, Amara.
We’re going to be parents.
Your mother,” Amomara had started.
“I’ll handle my mother,” David said firmly.
“I’m 26 years old.
I don’t need her permission to have a family.
I’ll talk to her tomorrow.
Tell her everything.
She’ll have to accept it.
” He’d kissed her forehead, held her close, made her believe everything would be okay.
The next morning, he’d left for his parents house in River Oaks.
Amara never saw him again.
3 days later, a black Mercedes pulled up outside Amara’s apartment.
A woman stepped out.
Chief Mr.s.
Gloria Achabi, David’s mother.
She was beautiful, tall, elegant, draped in gold jewelry, and wrapped in an aura of absolute authority.
Her eyes swept over Amara’s modest apartment building with visible disgust.
“So, you’re the girl?” Gloria said.
“Not a question, Mr.s.
Achabi.
I Let me be very clear.
” Gloria’s voice was ice.
My son is not going to throw away his future for a girl from the gutter.
Whatever you think is growing inside, you will not carry the Achab name.
David loves me, Amara said.
Her voice shook, but she held her ground.
He wants this baby.
Gloria laughed.
It was the coldest sound Amara had ever heard.
David doesn’t know what he wants, but I do.
I want you gone.
She opened her purse, pulled out an envelope, thick, bulging.
There’s $50,000 here.
Take it.
Leave Houston.
Get rid of the pregnancy or don’t.
I don’t care.
But disappear.
Amara stared at the envelope.
At the money that could solve so many problems, pay off her student loans, help her mother, give her a fresh start.
She pushed it away.
I’m not leaving.
And I’m not getting rid of my baby.
David will come back for me, he promised.
Gloria’s face hardened.
David is not coming back.
I’ve made sure of that.
What do you mean? I mean, I’ve told him exactly who you are.
A gold digger who saw an opportunity.
A desperate girl from nothing who got herself pregnant to trap a wealthy man.
I told him you called him a stepping stone.
Your exact words supposedly.
I told him you wanted the money, not him.
That’s a lie.
Is it? Gloria stepped closer.
Who do you think he’ll believe? His mother, who has protected him his entire life, or the girl he’s known for two years, who conveniently got pregnant right before graduation? Amara felt tears burning her eyes.
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