DEMI POV
I refused to believe that with my wealth, my status, my looks—things Akanni lacked—she wouldn't be swayed. Women always chose security. Resources. Power.
And I had all three.
Two Days Later
It didn't take long to gather information.
Bukky and Akanni were getting married—on the same day as her birthday.
Interesting.
Akanni, as far as records showed, was nothing more than a studio manager. Bukky, on the other hand, was the Acting Director of the Lucas Group—her father's company. A respectable firm, yes, but pale in comparison to my Dennis Company.
Still, something didn't sit right with me.
Why would a woman of her standing choose someone like him?
My investigation deepened. Bukky's parents lived modestly in a regular estate. Nothing luxurious. Understandable—people like them couldn't afford villas.
The plan became clear in my head.
I would invest one billion naira into the Lucas Group.
I would gift her parents a villa in Adore Palace.
And then, I would politely—but firmly—ask them to cancel the engagement.
No parent would reject such an offer.
After all, what could Akanni, a mere studio manager, offer that compared to me?
Yet something troubled me.
The house Akanni lived in.
From the reports, it was far too grand for his supposed income—its architecture rivaled the villas in Adore Palace. It made no sense. Even Bukky's parents had reportedly asked for only five million naira as bride price, already aware of Akanni's "capacity."
I scoffed.
I was ready to pay a hundred million.
Let them name a figure—I'd make it happen.
Saturday
A week later, after ensuring everything was in order, I chose the finest villa in the capital city—Adore Palace. One of the most prestigious estates developed by the Convergence Group, each villa valued at over six hundred and fifty million naira.
For an average person, it was a staggering amount.
For me?
A drop in the bucket.
I was so rich I had lost count of my actual worth. Forbes claimed I was valued at five hundred million dollars. Converted loosely, that was nearly fifty billion naira.
And even that felt like an understatement.
With my move planned, I handed operations in Osun over to my most trusted associate and relocated to Ekiti State—a place that once felt like home.
The Tailor's Shop
That Saturday, I learned Bukky would be visiting a tailor.
Perfect.
With my assistant beside me, I selected my outfit carefully—a tailored Dior suit, shoes to match, and a Rolex worth three hundred million naira. I chose one of my newest acquisitions from the garage: a Rolls-Royce I'd bought just four days earlier.
I waited exactly three minutes after arriving.
Then I walked in.
Heads turned immediately. The attention was suffocating, but expected. With a boss-man aura, I ignored the admiring whispers as my PA pushed the glass door open.
I told him to wait in the car. He hesitated, worried about my safety, but I waved him off.
Then I saw her.
Bukky.
She wore a denim crop top and a short but tasteful skirt that showed off her long, fair legs. She looked unreal—more radiant than any photo she had posted. Like a fairy pulled from a dream.
I chose a stall and got measured. Moments later, they brought out a blue agbada—royal, kingly.
But my eyes were on her.
When Bukky finished and approached the cashier, I made my move.
"Add the lady's bill to mine," I said, dropping my card.
She turned instantly.
"Oh, please, I can handle that myself," she said, surprised.
"That's not the proper way to appreciate," I replied calmly.
Then she saw my face.
Shock flickered—then recognition.
She gasped and threw herself into my arms.
Envy filled the room.
"I had no idea you were in Ado," she said.
"I wanted it to be a surprise."
"And it was," she smiled. "Let's talk properly."
As we headed out, satisfaction curled in my chest.
This was going easier than I'd imagined.
After a minutes walk we reach the parking space, then my PA, came out to collect the dress from my hands
"that's your car?" she asked with a surprisingly tone
"yeah" I replied, snuggly
"I had no idea you are this rich, even driving a Rolls-Royce" I am quite satisfied with the current reaction am seeing "this is nice, it's might not seem hard as I had projected" I chuckles silently
"Welcome sir"
"hello miss Bukky" my PA said, as he collected the clothes from my hands
"Hello, Mister" Bukky replied politely
"No need to be formal, you can just call me Odun" My PA said, as I open the passenger door for Bukky, then he open the right passenger door for me
"Sure." We settled inside the car and drove to Take Away.