Chapter 2 - The Illusion of RuinBy sunset the following day, news of Chief Tunde Adami’s “sudden financial collapse” exploded across national news outlets and social media feeds:

BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE CHIEF TUNDE ADAMI FLEES NIGERIA AMID $100M FEDERAL FRAUD INVESTIGATION; ALL ASSETS FROZEN.

The public reaction was immediate. Society blogs circulated photos of Adami Estate’s iron gates locked tight.

In her penthouse, Sade sat on the sofa, burying her face in her hands, putting on a performance of devastating heartbreak.

Kad arrived within twenty minutes. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead, holding her tightly as she cried into his chest.

“Sade, baby, listen to me,” Kad whispered into her hair, his tone rich with emotion. “It doesn't matter if your father lost everything. I don't care about the money. I love you, Sade. We will get through this together.”

An hour later, Bisi rushed into the apartment, throwing her arms around Sade, crying tears of sympathy.

“Oh, my poor sister!” Bisi wept, rubbing Sade’s back. “Don't worry about anything! You can stay with me if they take this penthouse. I will never abandon you!”

For the first four days, Sade felt an overwhelming sense of pride and relief. Her father was wrong. Kad was her soulmate, and Bisi was her true sister. They brought her food, comforted her during fake phone calls with bank managers, and assured her that love mattered more than billions.

Only one person in her household didn't act dramatic: David, her family’s private driver and security escort.

David was a quiet, thirty-year-old former military officer who had served Chief Tunde for three years. He drove Sade everywhere, carried her bags without complaint, and watched over her with a steady, watchful protection that Sade had always taken for granted.

On the fifth day of the fake crisis, David pulled the car over near the marina.

“Miss Sade,” David said softly, looking at her through the rearview mirror. “Forgive me for speaking out of line, but please be careful.”

Sade frowned. “Careful of what, David?”

“Mr. Kad and Miss Bisi,” David replied, his voice calm and respectful. “I have noticed them exchanging private glances when they think you aren't looking. Their concern does not feel real, ma'am.”

Sade’s face hardened. “David, stay in your lane. You drive my car—you don't evaluate my friends.”

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David bowed his head quietly. “Yes, Miss Sade. Forgive me.”

Sade looked out the window, annoyed by David’s warning. She couldn't wait for Day Eight to arrive so she could reveal the truth and prove everyone wrong.