Darius Kingsley did not believe in fate.
He believed in control — the kind his father ruled with, the kind money and fear bought easily.
Then he saw her.
She stood across the hotel lobby in Abuja, dressed simply, nervously adjusting the strap of her bag. Her eyes met his for less than a second, but something in his chest shifted — sharp, unfamiliar.
Amara Okoye had no idea who he was.
And that was exactly why he walked toward her.
"Excuse me," he said softly.
She looked up, startled. Beautiful. Too beautiful.
"Yes?"
Darius smiled, unaware that loving her would one day cost him blood, family… and everything he thought he was.