She Was Forced To Marry A Poor Homeless Beggar Unaware He Is The Richest Man
She Was Forced To Marry A Poor Homeless Beggar Unaware He Is The Richest Man
Part 1
The night her stepmother threatened to remove her sick grandmother from the hospital, Amara was standing barefoot in a mansion kitchen, holding a marriage certificate meant for a man who slept beside a gutter in Lagos.
The rain outside beat against the tall glass windows of the Lekki house, but inside, the air smelled of grilled fish, imported candles, and wickedness. Amara’s fingers trembled around the edge of the paper on the marble counter. Across from her, Madam Bisi sat in a silk wrapper, slowly peeling an orange as if she had all the time in the world.
—Sign it before 12:00, Amara.
Amara swallowed hard.
—Why him?
Madam Bisi smiled without warmth.
—Because nobody will ask questions about a man like that. No family. No voice. No power. Perfect for a paper husband.
