The Golde

ke ice against Amaka's skin. She looked down at her hand, which was still trembling as she held the sleek

e glass. He looked like a king surveying a kingdom he had already conquered. "Most women would have begged for

of greed, Mr. Sterling. I did it because I have people w

oor. He stopped just inches away, and for the first time, Amaka smelled him-a scent of sandalwood, expensive tobacco, and old money. It was intoxicating and terri

man stepped in, dressed in a sharp grey suit with her hair pulled back so tightly it looke

r of them. "She handles my life. From now on, she handles yours too. Marcus, ge

a bug under a microscope. "Understood, sir. The car is w

ted, standing up. "You promis

of something-was it respect or amusement?-in his eyes. "Check your phone in five minutes, Amaka. I

inner room, leaving Amaka

r. Sterling's parents are arriving from London tomorrow for the Gala, and you need to lo

d to a very beautiful cell. The elevator descended, and just as the door

ulled it out. It was a t

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eros in her life. It was more money than her father had earned in his entire lifetime. Tea

ked, not stopping her brisk walk

ed, wiping her eyes

your new identity. Memorize it. You went to a private school in Enugu. You met Alexander at a charity event in Paris. You love polo,

She opened the folder. Inside were photos of Alexander as a child, a list of his favorite f

woman carrying a heavy tray of bread on her head, navigating the potholes and the heat. Just yest

Only family and a few selected board members. Until then, you will be under-going 'refinement.' Speech coaching, etiquette

She thought of her mother, currently in a cold hospital ward

firm. "I'll be whatever he wants me t

her eyebrow raised.

id, looking Marcus straight in the eye. "But he hasn't

at the last three girls said before they fell in love with him and had

ching out forever. Amaka closed the folder and leaned her head back. The war for

ould know her as the woman who tamed the coldest billionaire in Niger