For a moment, silence filled the room. The only sound was the slow beeping of the heart monitor beside her bed. Then a wild idea crossed Naomi’s mind, one that could cost her everything. She turned to Dr. Andrew and whispered, “Doctor, help me fake my death.” Dr. Andrew stared at her shocked. “What, madam?” “That’s dangerous. I know,” she said calmly.
“But it’s the only way. If they think I’m dead, they’ll relax. They’ll expose themselves. I’ll finally see the faces behind my pain. Her eyes glistened with tears, but there was fire in them, too. The fire of a woman determined to fight back. Dr. Andrew sat there quietly, thinking deeply.
He looked at her again and slowly nodded. If that’s what you really want, then we’ll do it right, he said softly. And that was the beginning of a plan that would shake everyone to the core. Naomi would die, but only on paper. The world would believe she was gone and the truth would finally come out.
Naomi lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding fast. “Am I really doing this?” she thought. “Am I truly about to fake my own death?” Beside her, Dr. Andrew and her driver, Matthew, stood quietly in the corner, holding a small bottle filled with clear liquid. “His face was serious. This medicine will slow down your heartbeat,” he said gently.
It will make your body cold, your skin pale. Your breathing will almost stop. You’ll look dead, but you’ll still be alive.” Naomi nodded slowly. She didn’t flinch. She had already made up her mind. All her life she had trusted and given love to people who only used and betrayed her. “First it was Fei, now Anita.” Tears rolled down Naomi’s cheeks, but her voice remained firm.
“Do it doctor,” she whispered. Dr. Andrew gave her one last look, then slowly pushed the needle into her arm. The cold liquid flowed into her veins. Her vision became blurry. Her body started to feel numb. Her heartbeat slowed slower and slower until it almost stopped. “Lie down,” the doctor said softly. He laid her gently on the bed.
Her lips turned pale. Her chest barely moved. Her body was as cold as marble. He placed ice packs under her arms and at her feet to make her temperature drop even more. Then Dr. Andrew told Matthew to go home and inform everyone at the mansion that Madame Naomi had passed away.
Within 1 hour, the news spread everywhere. Her mansion filled up with reporters, her workers crying. Anita rushed to the hospital crying. She shouted, “Oh, the enemy has succeeded.” She cried the loudest. One would think she was a saint. acting as if she was in great pain. But when you looked closely, one could see a hidden smirk on her face. She tried to bury.
A few moments later, Dr. Andrew stepped out of the room. Immediately, she called the man. Congratulations, darling. It is done. Everything is ours. Akin Naomi could hear their voices, her heart beating fast, though her body remained still. “Finally,” Anita whispered, leaning closer to her. “Finally, we can have everything.” She smiled.
I can’t believe it,” she said softly. “We don’t have to hide anymore.” Naomi wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Anita leaned close to her face, to the face of the woman she betrayed, and whispered, “The pills work perfectly.” “I told you it would,” Akin said. Tears rolled down Naomi’s cheeks under the white sheet.
Her heart shattered into pieces. “It was Femi’s cousin, Akin, that was behind it, and the same woman she had saved from the streets. Both of them were monsters in disguise. “I can’t wait for you to finally move into the mansion.” Anita giggled. “It’s funny, isn’t it?” Naomi was such a fool. Always kind, always giving. She never saw it coming.
Akin laughed. She was too soft. And now she’s gone. Under the sheet, Naomi’s fists clenched tight, her eyes burned with fire. Now she had seen the truth for herself. All along she thought Anita had changed, but greed and jealousy was still buried in her heart. When they left, Dr. Andrew and her driver Matthew walked in and tapped her.
Then she woke up. “Did you get everything on the clips?” Naomi asked. “Yes, madam.” “Good,” she said. “I thought she was an innocent girl. I never knew she was a snake. I willed my entire share of property to her children so they could have a better future and never sleep on the streets again. But in return, she planned with my late husband’s cousin to kill me.
They turned my goodness into weakness. “You have all the evidence you need now. What next?” Dr. Andrew asked. Matthew, I want you to call my lawyer, Barrista Fesus. It’s time to set things straight. A week later, inside Naomi’s mansion, Akin and Anita were living their best life. They removed all the portraits of Naomi and placed theirs.
