Dying Billionaire Transfers All His Wealth To His Maid B4 He Dies Because #africanfolktalestory – Ty

If Sad had known that a simple mistake would change her life forever, she would have been more careful. But life never gives warnings before dropping heavy burdens on people. She had been Chief Alimide Becker’s maid for 4 years. She cleaned his mansion, prepared his meals, and took care of him like he was her own father.

He wasn’t like other rich men she had heard about. He was kind to her. He didn’t shout or throw things when he was angry. He never treated her like a servant. And sometimes when he sat in his big leather chair with a tired sigh, he would look at her and say, “Sad, you’re the only one who truly cares for me.

But caring for him was what led to the biggest mistake of her life. It happened late in the evening.” Chief Alumide had been feeling restless all day. His body was weak and his head achd. When it was time for his medication, Sad went to his bedside drawer, just as she had done a hundred times before. The small white tablets sat in their container.

She poured out two pills into her palm, but her hands trembled. She was tired from working all day. She didn’t notice that she had picked out four pills instead of two. She carried them over to him with a cup of water. Chief Alomide, trusting her completely, swallowed them without question. He gave her a weak smile and closed his eyes.

It wasn’t until she was cleaning up the bedside table that she saw the extra pills lying near the bottle. Her heart dropped. She counted the remaining pills, then counted them again. She had given him too much. Panic shot through her chest. She turned sharply to the bed. Sir, sir, how do you feel? Chief Alomide opened his eyes slightly.

His face looked paler than before. His breathing had slowed. I feel tired, he said softly. Tears welled in Sada’s eyes. She had poisoned him. She grabbed her phone with shaking hands. I’ll call the doctor. Please, just hold on, sir. But then something strange happened. Chief Alumite smiled. Not a pain smile. A real warm smile.

No, Sad, he whispered. Don’t call anyone. Sad froze. But sir, he lifted a weak hand and gestured for her to sit beside him. She hesitated. then slowly sank onto the bed. “I’m an old man,” he said, his voice calm. “I have lived my life. I have built an empire. I have seen things. But in the end, Sod, the only person who has truly been there for me is you.

” Tears slipped down Soda’s cheeks. “Please, sir, don’t say that. Let me call the doctor.” He shook his head. “If you call them, what do you think will happen?” She swallowed hard. She knew exactly what would happen. The doctors would ask what he took. They would realize she had overdosed him. The news would spread.

The children who had abandoned him would come back, not to mourn, but to punish her. She could already hear Cunnel<unk>’s voice in her head. You killed our father. You did this on purpose. Chief Olyde reached out and took her hand. His grip was weak, but his eyes were steady. sad. I don’t want my last moments to be filled with noise and fake tears.

She shook her head. Please, sir, please. He gave her another small smile. Stay with me, Sad stayed. She held his hand as his breathing slowed even more. She whispered prayers. She cried silently. Then, just before his eyes closed for the last time, he murmured something that shook her to her core. I’m giving it all to you, Sod.

And then he was gone. The next morning, the house was filled with people. Servants whispered in corners. Neighbors gathered at the gate. The news had spread fast. The great chief Alamide Beckair was dead. His children arrived that afternoon. They stepped out of their expensive cars with unreadable expressions. Connell, the eldest, was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing dark sunglasses even though there was no sun.

He was the loudest of them all. Ao, the second son, was quieter, but just as cold. He had always been more interested in businesses than family. Kem, the youngest, looked genuinely sad, but she said nothing. She barely spoke at all. They greeted the visitors with polite nods and sat quietly in the living room as the lawyer prepared to read the will.

They didn’t speak to Sod. It was as if she didn’t exist. Then the lawyer entered. a serious man with sharp glasses and a neatly pressed suit. He carried a brown envelope and cleared his throat. We will now read the last will and testament of Chief Alomide Beare. The room fell silent. The will started with small things.

Some donations to charity. A few properties here and there. The children didn’t react. They sat straight waiting for the part that mattered. Then the lawyer reached the final section. To my first son, Kunnelbeare. I leave a sum of 10 million naira. Kunnel frowned. He removed his sunglasses. Excuse me, the lawyer continued. To my second son, Aobair.

I leave my shares in Beare Enterprises, a total of 15%. Ao’s expression darkened. 15% that’s it. The lawyer did not stop. to my daughter Kem Beare. I leave the family’s vacation home in Abuja and a trust fund of 5 million naira. Kem blinked in surprise. She didn’t say anything and then the final words. The remainder of my estate including my mansion, my savings, my businesses, and all other assets.

I leave to sad at a yi. The room exploded. What? Cunnel jumped from his chair. What did you just say? Ao slammed his fist on the table. This must be a joke. Who is Sad Ady? The lawyer remained calm. Sad Ady is your father’s maid. Cunnel turned sharply. For the first time, he looked at Sad. His eyes burned with rage. You? He hissed. You did this.

Sada’s heart pounded. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Ao pointed a shaking finger at her. You must have tricked him. Maybe you fed him lies. Maybe, maybe you poisoned him. Poisoned? Sada’s blood ran cold. She opened her mouth to protest, but her voice wouldn’t come out. Cunnel turned to the lawyer. “This is fraud.

I don’t accept it.” The lawyer side, “It is not fraud. Your father signed this will 2 days before he passed.” Cunnel’s hands clenched into fists. Then she forced him. She made him do it. Kem, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. Her voice was soft but clear. Did she? Everyone turned to her. Kunnel<unk>s anger deepened.

“Of course she did. Do you think our father would willingly give everything to his maid?” Kem looked at Sod, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I do know that we need to find out the truth.” Kunnel<unk>’s voice was firm. Then we will, and when we do, she will regret this. Sad felt a chill crawl down her spine.

She had inherited a billionaire’s fortune. But she had also inherited a war. asterisk asterisk. Sada’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She sat frozen in the lawyer’s office, her mind spinning. The walls felt like they were closing in. The air thick with the weight of Cunnel’s burning rage. Ao was breathing hard, his fists clenching and unclenching.

Kem, the only one who hadn’t completely lost her temper, was staring at Sod, her face unreadable. Nobody spoke for a few seconds. Then, like a thunderclap, Cunnel slammed his hand against the table. This is nonsense. His voice roared through the room. There is no way our father would leave everything to a maid. No way. The lawyer, who had clearly seen enough family fights in his career, simply adjusted his glasses and remained calm.

I understand this is difficult, Mr. Beckair, but this was your father’s final wish. The will was signed, stamped, and witnessed. Ao turned sharply to Sod. What did you do? His voice was low, dangerous. What spell did you cast on him? Sod finally found her voice, though it trembled. I didn’t do anything.

Connell let out a sharp bitter laugh. Oh, you didn’t do anything? You’re telling me that our father our father woke up one morning and decided to hand his entire fortune to his maid. The way he said maid made Sada’s stomach tighten like she was dirt beneath his shoe. Ao took a step closer, his voice tight with suspicion.

How long have you been planning this? How long have you been waiting for him to die so you could take everything? Sada’s chest tightened. I never wanted this. Kunnel<unk>’s eyes flared. Liar. Enough. Kem<unk>s voice cut through the tension like a knife. Everyone turned to her. She was still sitting calmly, hands folded in her lap.

Her face wasn’t angry like her brothers, but there was something sharp in her gaze. Sad, she said carefully. Did our father ever tell you he was changing his will? Sad shook her head quickly. No, I didn’t even know until now. Cunnel scoffed. So, you expect us to believe that you just woke up today and magically became a billionaire? Sod felt tears stinging her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. I loved your father.

I took care of him when nobody else did. I didn’t ask for this. Those jaw tightened. If you really loved him, you would return what doesn’t belong to you. Silence filled the room. The lawyer finally spoke. If Ms. Admy wishes to decline the inheritance, she may do so legally. All eyes turned back to sod, her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

Every part of her wanted to say yes, to walk away from this nightmare. But then she remembered Chief Alamide’s last words. I’m giving it all to you, Sod. He had made this decision for a reason. Would she really throw it away because his children hated it? Her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress as she took a shaky breath. I won’t return it.

Cunnel<unk>’s face twisted in fury. Then we<unk>ll make you. The Beckare mansion was no longer the peaceful home sad had once known. The moment the will was read, everything changed. The staff who once smiled at her now whispered behind her back. The drivers, the cooks, the cleaners, none of them looked her in the eye anymore. And then there was Cunnel.

He stormed into the mansion that evening like a raging bull, shoving past the security guard who tried to stop him. Ao was right behind him, quieter, but just as dangerous. Sod had barely stepped into the living room when Cunnel grabbed a vase from a side table and smashed it against the floor.

“Get out of my father’s house,” he bellowed. Sod flinched, but she didn’t move. “This was his house, and now it’s mine.” Cunnel<unk>’s hands curled into fists. Over my dead body, Ao stepped forward, his tone icy. Listen to me carefully, Sod. You are not part of this family. You don’t belong here, and we will not let you steal what’s ours.

Sada’s chest rose and fell rapidly. I didn’t steal anything. He left it to me. Cunnel took a slow, dangerous step closer. Then you must have done something to make him. Sada’s stomach twisted. Ao<unk>’s voice was low but sharp. We know he didn’t just wake up one morning and decide this.

Something happened and we’re going to find out what. Sad forced herself to stand tall. I have nothing to hide. Cunnel’s smirk was chilling. We’ll see about that. The next morning, the storm only got worse. The headlines were everywhere. Billionaire’s fortune goes to maid. Children left with scraps. Shock in the Beare family. Who is Sad Admi? Billionaire’s sons cry foul play.

Was their father manipulated? Sad couldn’t breathe as she read the words. The newspaper felt heavy in her hands. Her phone buzzed non-stop. Numbers she didn’t recognize. Journalists, reporters, even strangers. The whispers in the mansion had turned into open stairs. She could feel them watching her, judging her.

By the afternoon, the gate was surrounded. news vans, cameras, people holding microphones shouting her name. She tried to stay inside, tried to block it all out, but then the door flew open and Kunnel was standing there with a piece of paper in his hand. We’re contesting the will. Sod blinked. What? A walked in behind him, arms crossed.

We’re taking this to court. We don’t believe that will is real. Sada’s breath hitched. It is real. Your father signed it. Cunnel tossed the paper onto the coffee table. Then we’ll prove that you forced him to. Sod swallowed hard. You can’t just watch us. The next moment they turned and walked out.

Sada’s hands trembled as she picked up the paper. It was an official legal notice. She wasn’t just dealing with their hatred anymore. Now she was going to court. By evening, the house felt colder, quieter. The mansion had always been big, but now it felt empty. Sad sat alone in the living room, staring at the floor.

Her head achd from all the shouting, from the newspapers, from the fear curling in her chest. Then suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. She turned. It wasn’t a servant. It wasn’t a journalist. It was Kem. Sod stiffened. What do you want? Kem hesitated, then stepped inside. Unlike her brothers, she didn’t look furious. She looked conflicted.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then Kem asked, “Did you do it?” Sada’s throat tightened. “Do what?” Kemy’s voice was quiet. “Did you trick him?” Sada’s eyes burned. “No.” Kem studied her for a long moment. Then, with a sigh, she sat down across from her. “I don’t know what to believe.” she admitted. But I do know one thing.

Sad swallowed. What? Kemy’s eyes darkened. My brothers won’t stop. They’ll destroy you if they can. Sada’s heart pounded. Kem stood up. You need to be ready. And then without another word, she walked away. Sad sat frozen. The storm wasn’t over. It was just beginning. Sad barely slept that night.

Even with the doors locked and the curtains drawn, she felt exposed. The weight of what was happening crushed her chest like a heavy stone. Cunnel and Ao had made their move. They were dragging her to court. But even worse than that was Kemy’s warning. Underscore, my brothers won’t stop. They’ll destroy you if they can. Underscore.

The words echoed in her head over and over. By morning, she forced herself out of bed and stepped into the hallway. The mansion that had once felt warm now felt like a prison. The staff barely spoke to her. Some of them whispered when they thought she wasn’t listening. Others simply looked away, pretending she didn’t exist. She felt alone, but she couldn’t afford to break down now. She had to be strong.

The first attack came before noon. Sad was in the living room when her phone rang. The number was unknown, but after everything that had happened, she had stopped ignoring calls. she picked up. Is this Sad Adm? A deep voice asked, her fingers tightened around the phone. Who is this? This is Inspector Danjuma from the Lego State Police.

We need you to come down to the station for questioning regarding Chief Alamide Becker’s death. Sada’s breath caught in her throat. W what? We’ve received a report suggesting that his death may not have been natural. You are required to come in for questioning immediately. The line went dead. Sad stood frozen. Her head spun.

A report. What report? Then like a punch to the stomach, the realization hit her. Cunnel and Ao. They had gone to the police. They were trying to frame her. The police station was cold. Too cold. Sad sat in a small interrogation room, hands clenched together. Across from her, Inspector Danjuma studied her with sharp eyes.

He had the look of a man who had seen too much. His face lined with age and experience. On the table between them was a thin file. He hadn’t opened it yet, but Sad could feel the weight of it like a heavy shadow. Finally, he spoke. You were the last person to see Chief Alumite alive. Correct. Sod nodded. Yes. And you administered his medication on the night he passed.

Her throat was dry. Yes. Inspector Danjuma leaned forward slightly. How many pills did you give him? Sada’s heart slammed against her ribs. She could feel the trap being set. Two, she lied. Danjuma didn’t blink. Are you sure? Sad forced herself to stay calm. Yes. There was a long silence.

Then slowly the inspector opened the file. He pulled out a document and slid it across the table. According to this, he said, “Your employer was given an overdose of his sleeping pills for pills instead of two.” Sada’s stomach dropped. She stared at the paper, her vision blurring. They knew. Inspector Danjuma watched her carefully.

Care to explain? Sad opened her mouth, but no words came out. What was she supposed to say? That it was an accident? That she had been tired and her hands had slipped? that she had been so scared she hadn’t called the doctor because Chief Alumide had begged her not to. Would they believe her? Or would they see exactly what Kunnel and Ao wanted them to see? An ambitious maid who had poisoned her employer for his fortune. Miss Admi, Danjuma prompted.

Sad swallowed hard. I The door suddenly opened. A new voice filled the room. She’s not answering any more questions. Sad turned sharply. It was her lawyer, Mr. Lewal, a small, sharpeyed man in his 50s, stepped inside with a calm but firm expression. He placed his briefcase on the table and gave Danjuma a polite nod.

My client will only speak in the presence of legal representation. I trust you understand that, inspector. Danjuma sighed, but nodded. Of course, Mr. Lewal turned to Sad. We’re leaving. Sad didn’t need to be told twice. She stood quickly, her legs trembling. As they walked out, she could feel the eyes of the officers following her, watching, waiting.

The walls of the police station seemed to whisper the same thing. “She’s guilty, and she’s hiding something or she killed him.” Back at the mansion, Mr. Lewal didn’t waste any time. “You need to tell me the truth,” he said the moment they stepped into the study. “Did you overdose him?” Sada’s hands shook as she sat down. It was an accident. Mr.

Lewal’s gaze didn’t waver. Did he ask you not to call the doctor? Tears welled in her eyes. Yes, he sighed. And you listened. Sod buried her face in her hands. What was I supposed to do? He said he didn’t want a doctor. He told me not to. Her voice broke. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I swear. Mr.

Lewal exhaled, rubbing his temples. The police will come back. sod. You need to be ready. What do I do? She whispered. He looked at her for a long moment. Then his voice was quiet but firm. You fight. The next evening, the second attack came. Sad was sitting in the study when her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. She opened it and froze.

It was a photo of Chief Alomide’s body. Her breath hitched. The picture was grainy, but she recognized it instantly. It was taken the night he died before the body was moved. Another message followed. You did this. Sada’s hands trembled. Then another text. Tell the truth or we will expose you.

She gasped, her heart racing. Who was this? The police? The press? Cunnel? O asterisk asterisk. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She jumped, her pulse hammering. Sad. It was Kemy’s voice. She swallowed hard and slowly opened the door. Kem stepped inside, her face tight. She shut the door behind her and turned to Sod. We need to talk.

Sada’s voice was barely a whisper. I did you see the news? Kem cut in. Sada’s stomach twisted. What? Kem pulled out her phone, tapped on the screen, and turned it toward her. A headline glared at Sad in bold letters. Billionaire’s death. New evidence suggests poisoning made under investigation. Sada’s breath left her in a sharp gasp. No. Kemy’s voice was flat.

Cunnel paid someone to fake a toxicology report. Sada’s heart stopped. W what? Kem nodded grimly. They’re setting you up, Sod. They won’t stop until you’re in prison. Sada’s legs gave out. She sank onto the chair, her head spinning. What do I do? She whispered. Kem hesitated. Then slowly she knelt in front of her.

Tell me the truth. Sada’s eyes burned with tears. I already did. Kemy’s gaze didn’t leave hers. Then we have to prove it. Sad stared at her, heart pounding. Was Kem on her side or was this just another trap? Sad felt like the walls of the mansion were closing in on her. She had spent years walking these halls, cleaning these floors, setting the dining table, and serving meals.

The house had once felt like a place of work. Then, for a brief moment, it had felt like a home. Now, it felt like a trap. Her body still trembled from the news. Chem had shown her, a fake toxicology report, a setup. Connell and Ao were not just trying to take the inheritance back. They wanted her gone. And yet here Kem was looking her in the eye, saying she wanted the truth.

Sad didn’t know if she could trust her. She had spent the last few days watching her world fall apart. Every time she thought things couldn’t get worse, something else happened. The will, the lawsuit, the police, the threatening text, the fake report. Now Kem was standing in front of her claiming to believe her.

But did she really? Or was this just another trap? Sada’s throat was dry. Why are you here, Kem? Kem sat on the chair across from her. She crossed her arms. I told you I want the truth. Sad shook her head. I already told you everything. Kem sighed. I know, but Sad, you need to understand something.

Sad narrowed her eyes. Understand what? Kem leaned forward. My brothers will do anything to destroy you. They don’t care if you go to jail. They don’t care if the police arrest you. They just want the money back. Sada’s stomach twisted. She already knew that. She had seen it in their eyes. Kunnel’s anger. It was coldness.

They weren’t fighting for justice. They were fighting for revenge. Sada’s voice was weak. And what about you? Kemi didn’t answer right away. She looked down at her hands. For a moment, she was quiet. Then finally, she spoke. I just want to know what really happened. Sad swallowed. Her fingers clenched against her dress.

I told you I made a mistake. I gave him too many pills. He didn’t want me to call the doctor. Kem studied her. And you’re sure? You’re sure there was no foul play? Sad frowned. What do you mean? Kem leaned back. I mean, what if someone else gave him something? What if the overdose wasn’t the only reason he died? Sada’s eyes widened.

You think someone poisoned him? Kemi didn’t answer, but the look in her eyes was clear. For the first time, Sad felt something different beneath the fear in her chest. Possibility. What if Chief Alumide’s death wasn’t only her mistake? What if someone else had wanted him dead? That night, Sod barely slept. Kemy’s words kept circling in her head.

She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. Connell and Ao had faked a toxicology report. That much was clear. But what if there had been a real one? What if Chief Alomide had been poisoned? What if the overdose had only sped up what was already happening? By morning, she had made up her mind.

She needed answers, and she was going to find them. Her first stop was the hospital. She knew it was risky walking into the same place where the police had taken Chief Alumide’s body for examination, but she didn’t have a choice. She had to know if anyone had seen the real report. She walked up to the reception desk and forced a polite smile. Good morning.

The nurse behind the counter barely looked at her. Good morning. How can I help you? Sad took a deep breath. I’m looking for the doctor who examined Chief Alumide Becker. The nurse’s eyes flickered with recognition. She straightened slightly. Are you a family member? Sad hesitated. I I was close to him. The nurse frowned.

I’m sorry, but that information is confidential. Sada’s stomach twisted. Please, I just need to know something. The nurse sighed. I can’t help you. Sada’s hands clenched. She couldn’t give up now. She turned slightly, scanning the area. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. A young doctor was walking past the desk holding a file.

He looked about 30 with tired eyes and a distracted expression. Dr. Martins’s sad recognized him immediately. He had been the one who spoke to the police after Chief Alamide’s death. She didn’t think, she just acted. She stepped in front of him. Dr. Martins’s? He blinked in surprise. Yes. Sad swallowed hard. I need to talk to you. Please, he frowned.

I’m sorry. Who are you? She hesitated. Then she said it. I was Chief Alomide Becker’s maid. The doctor’s eyes flickered with something recognition, maybe even sympathy, but his face remained unreadable. I’m sorry for your loss, he said carefully. But I really can’t talk about. Was there another toxicology report? Sod cut in. Dr.

Martin stiffened. Sad saw it immediately. The flash of hesitation in his eyes. Her heart pounded. Please, I need to know the truth. For a long moment, the doctor just stood there. Then, with a sigh, he glanced around before lowering his voice. Follow me. Dr. Martins led her to a quiet hallway. Sada’s breath was shaky.

Her fingers felt ice cold. Finally, the doctor turned to her. There was a real toxicology report. Her heart stopped. What did it say? Dr. Martins hesitated. I can’t give you the full details, but he exhaled. There were traces of something in his system. Something that wasn’t part of his prescribed medication. Sada’s blood ran cold.

Poison? She whispered. Dr. Martins didn’t answer, but his silence was enough. Sad staggered back. Her breath came out in shaky gasps. He had been poisoned. Her mistake had killed him faster, but someone had already been killing him slowly, and now she had to find out who. When Sad got back to the mansion, Kem was waiting.

Sad didn’t waste time. She walked straight up to her. You were right. Kem’s eyes narrowed. About what? Sada’s hands shook. He was poisoned. Kem inhaled sharply. What? Sad nodded. I went to the hospital. I spoke to the doctor. They found something in his system. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Kem’s face darkened.

Then someone wanted him dead. Sada’s voice was quiet. And we both know who had the most to gain. Kem swallowed. Cunnel and Ao. Sada’s heart pounded. But we need proof. Kemi nodded slowly. Then we find it. For the first time, Sad felt something other than fear. She felt determined. Because now this wasn’t just about protecting her name.

This was about finding the real murderer, and she was going to make sure they paid. Sod stood in front of the mansion’s wide windows, staring out at the massive gates. The reporters were still there. Their cameras flashed every few seconds, desperate to capture a glimpse of the maid who stole a billionaire’s fortune. But Sad was no longer afraid of the cameras.

She had bigger problems. Chief Alomide had been poisoned. Someone had wanted him dead long before she made that terrible mistake with his pills. And now the rail killers were trying to put the blame on her. She turned away from the window and faced Kem. We need proof. If we don’t find it, I’ll go to jail for something I didn’t do. Kem crossed her arms.

And even if you don’t go to jail, my brothers will take everything from you. They’ll win in court if we don’t fight back. Sada’s hands clenched into fists. Then let’s fight. The next morning, Sad sat in her lawyer’s office. Mr. Lewal adjusted his glasses and sighed. Cunnel and Ao have filed two cases against you.

Sada’s heart pounded. Two, he nodded. One is to contest the will. They’re claiming Chief Alomide wasn’t in his right mind when he wrote it. Sad swallowed hard. And the second, Mr. Lewal leaned forward. They’re accusing you of foul play. They claim you manipulated him into changing the will. And they’re hinting at murder.

Sada’s stomach twisted. They have no proof. Mr. Lewal’s lips tightened. They don’t need proof, Sad. They just need doubt. If the judge believes there’s even a chance that you trick Chief Alomide, they’ll throw out the will. Sada’s fingers dug into her lap. So, what do we do? Mr. Lewal exhaled. We fight back.

We prove that Chief Olyde was of sound mind when he wrote that will. And we prove that someone else had a reason to kill him. Sad and Kem exchanged a look. They knew exactly who had a reason, but knowing and proving it were two different things. The first court hearing was brutal. Cunnel and Ao walked in like they owned the place.

They wore expensive suits and had a team of lawyers behind them. The moment they sat down, Cunnel smirked at Sod. his expression full of confidence. He thought he had already won. The judge, an older man with sharp eyes, banged his gavvel. This court is now in session. Cunnel’s lawyer, a tall man with a deep voice, was the first to speak.

My clients believe that Chief Olyair was not in a stable mental condition when he changed his will. We have witnesses who can confirm his health was declining. Sada’s stomach twisted. It was a lie. Chief Alomide had been perfectly fine before he died. But Cunnel and Ao had money. They had power.

And worst of all, they had people willing to lie for them. Mr. Lwal stood up. Your honor, we have evidence that Chief Alomide was in good health when he changed his will. We have legal documents, medical reports, and even security footage from his study showing him signing the will willingly. The judge nodded.

We will review the evidence. Cunnel<unk>’s lawyer didn’t look worried. Instead, he turned towards Sod and smiled slightly, as if he knew something she didn’t. Then he said, “But there is something else, your honor. Something even more serious.” Sada’s breath caught in her throat. Here it comes.

The lawyer picked up a document and held it up. This is a toxicology report from Chief Alomide’s autopsy. It proves that he had an overdose of his sleeping pills the night he died. Whispers filled the courtroom. Sada’s hands turned cold. Kunnel<unk>’s lawyer didn’t stop. The woman who gave him those pills is sitting right here in this courtroom. Her name is Sad Admi.

The whispers grew louder. Sada’s heart pounded. She could feel the eyes of the entire room burning into her. Kunnel’s lawyer stepped closer to the judge. Your honor, my clients believe that Sad Admi was responsible for their father’s death. We request a full investigation into her involvement.

The judge looked at Mr. Lwal. Does the defense have a response? Mr. Lewal stood up calmly. Yes, your honor. The overdose was an accident. My client admits she made a mistake, but she did not intend to harm Chief Alomide. Cunnel’s lawyer smirked. That’s convenient, isn’t it? A simple mistake that just happens to leave her with billions of Naira. Mr.

Lwal didn’t blink. Your honor, we believe there is more to this case than what my learned colleague is presenting. In fact, we have reason to believe that Chief Olyair was poisoned before the overdose ever occurred. The entire courtroom fell silent. Connell’s smirk disappeared. The judge raised an eyebrow.

Poisoned? That is a serious claim. Mr. Lewal nodded. We request permission to conduct an independent examination of Chief Alomide’s medical records. We believe the truth will reveal itself. The judge thought for a moment, then banged his gavvel. Permission granted. Court is adjourned until further evidence is provided.

That night, Cunnel and Ao stormed into the mansion. Sad was in the living room when they burst through the door. Cunnel’s face was red with anger. You think you’re smart, don’t you? Sad stood up. Get out of this house. Ao<unk>’s voice was cold. You have no proof. There was no poison. Sad took a step closer.

Then why are you so afraid? Cunnel laughed harshly. Afraid? You’re the one who should be afraid. Sod, because when this is over, you won’t have a single naira left. Kem suddenly appeared from the hallway. What are you two doing here? Ao turned to her. You’re on her side now. Kemi folded her arms. I want the truth.

Do you? Cunnel’s jaw tightened. He pointed a finger at Sod. This isn’t over. Then just as quickly as they came, they left. The moment the door slammed behind them. Sod let out a shaky breath. She turned to Kem. They’re scared. Kem nodded. Yes, and that means we’re close. Sod clenched her fists. She wasn’t going to lose. Not now.

Not when the truth was so close because the next time they stepped into that courtroom, she would be ready. Sad couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her mind spinning. Everything was happening so fast. The court case, the toxicology report, the threats, the whispers, and now the possibility that Chief Alomide had been poisoned long before she made her terrible mistake.

She turned to her side, hugging a pillow close. Her heart was heavy with fear. But beneath it, there was something else. Determination. She wasn’t just fighting for herself anymore. She was fighting for the truth. And she wasn’t going to stop until she found it. The next morning, Kem and Sad met Mr. Lwal in his office.

The lawyer was sitting behind his desk, flipping through a thick file. He looked up when they entered, his face serious. “We have a problem,” he said. Sada’s chest tightened. “What now?” Mr. Lal side pushing the file toward them. I spoke to an independent medical examiner. He reviewed Chief Alumide’s records and he found something.

Sada’s fingers shook as she picked up the file. Kem leaned over her shoulder, scanning the documents. Mr. Lewal pointed to a section. There were traces of a slow acting poison in his bloodstream. Sada’s breath hitched. So, it’s true. Mr. Lewal nodded. Yes, someone was poisoning him long before that night. Kem let out a slow breath.

That means my brothers knew. That’s why they rushed to fake a toxicology report. They were trying to cover their tracks. Sada’s hands tightened around the file. So, what do we do? Mr. Lewal folded his hands. We take this to court. But we need more. We need to prove exactly who did it. Chem straightened.

Then we need to find out who had access to my father’s meals, his drinks, everything. Sad nodded. And we need to do it before they find another way to silence me. Back at the mansion, Sod and Kem started digging. They questioned the staff cautiously carefully. They couldn’t trust everyone. The cook, Madame Fola, frowned when Kem asked about Chief Alomide’s meals.

“I only prepared what was ordered,” she said. But sometimes Kunnel or Ao would tell me to make something special for their father. They always said he needed more strength. Sada’s stomach twisted. Did you ever notice anything strange about the food? Madame Fola hesitated. No, but sometimes the drinks tasted different.

Your father always drank a special herbal tea at night. Didn’t he? She asked Kem. Chem nodded slowly. Yes, he did. Madame Foer rubbed her chin. Well, sometimes I made it, but other times Kunnel would prepare it himself. Sad and Kem exchanged a look. Connell had been making the tea, and now Chief Alumide was dead. That night, Sad sat in the mansion study, flipping through Chief Alomide’s old records, his medical files, business notes, letters, anything that could give her a clue.

She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear Kem enter. I found something, Kem said. Sad looked up sharply. What is it? Kem held up a small empty bottle. This was in Kunnel’s old room. It had traces of a white powder inside. Sada’s heart pounded. Poison? Kem nodded. I sent it to a lab to be tested. We<unk>ll know for sure soon. Sad took a shaky breath.

If it’s poison, then we have everything we need. Kemy’s jaw tightened. Yes, but Cunnel and Ao won’t go down without a fight. The next day, they returned to court. The room was packed. Journalists, spectators, lawyers. Everyone wanted to see how the case would end. Connell and Ao sat confidently at their table, their lawyer standing tall.

Sad felt a shiver run down her spine. They looked too relaxed. They still thought they had already won. The judge banged his gavvel. This court is now in session. Mr. Lewal stood up first. Your honor, we have new evidence that proves Chief Alomide Beare was poisoned before his death. A murmur ran through the courtroom. Cunnel stiffened.

Ow’s eyes narrowed. Mr. Lewal continued, “We have medical reports confirming that a slow acting poison was in his system for weeks before he died. And we have reason to believe that someone in his household was responsible.” Cunnel’s lawyer shot up. Objection, your honor. This is speculation.

The judge held up a hand. We will hear the evidence. Mr. Lewal nodded at Kem. She stood up holding the small bottle. This was found in my brother Connell’s room. We sent it to a laboratory for testing and the results confirm that it contained traces of the same poison found in my father’s body. Gasps filled the courtroom.

Cunnel shot to his feet. That’s a lie. The judge banged his gavvel. Mr. Beare, you will remain silent. Ao<unk>’s face was pale. This is ridiculous. Anyone could have put that bottle in Kunnel’s room. Kemy’s voice was sharp. Did anyone else prepare father’s tea at night? Or was it just Cunnel? Silence.

Cunnel clenched his jaw. You’re turning against your own family, Kem. Kemy’s eyes were cold. You stopped being my family the moment you tried to frame an innocent woman. The judge turned to Mr. Lwal. Does the prosecution have anything else? Mr. Lewal nodded. Yes, your honor. We request that the police conduct an official search of Kunnel and AO’s properties.

We believe more evidence will be found. Kunnel’s lawyer’s face fell because they all knew it was over. By evening, the police had raided Cunnel and Ao’s houses. They found more poison bottles, hidden documents, and even messages between Cunnel and a supplier who had provided the poison. It was undeniable. Cunnel and Ao had been poisoning their father slowly, carefully.

And when Sada’s mistake had sped up his death, they had used it to their advantage. 2 days later, the final court hearing took place. The judge looked down at Kunnel and Ao. You both stand accused of attempting to murder your father and falsifying evidence to frame Sadi. This court finds you guilty. Kunnel<unk>’s face was blank. Ao swallowed hard.

Sod let out a shaky breath. It was over. The judge turned to Sad. The will stands as written. The inheritance is legally yours. Sada’s hands clenched against her lap. She had won. She had survived. But she didn’t feel victorious. She felt tired. That evening, Sad stood in the mansion’s garden, watching the sky darken. Kem joined her.

“It’s over,” she said softly. Sod exhaled. “Yes, it is.” Kem looked at her. “What will you do now?” Sad didn’t answer right away. She looked at the grand house behind her at the massive wealth she had fought so hard to keep. She had won. But was this really what she wanted? She turned to Kem and gave a small tired smile.

I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out. And for the first time in weeks, she felt free. Chapter 7. Justice is served. Sad woke up to silence. For the first time in weeks, the house wasn’t filled with shouting, threats, or whispered conversations. There were no footsteps storming through the hallways. No lawyers pacing back and forth.

No reporters camped outside waiting for a scandal. Everything was quiet and yet her heart still felt heavy. She had won the case. The judge had ruled in her favor. Cunnel and Ao had been exposed for what they had done. But she didn’t feel like celebrating. She sat up in bed and exhaled slowly.

The mansion which once felt like home now felt too big, too empty. She had spent years taking care of this house. Now it was hers. So why did it feel like she had lost something? By noon, the entire country knew what had happened. Breaking news. Billionaire’s sons found guilty of attempted murder. Cunnel and Aobair sentenced. Poison plot uncovered.

Sad Admy cleared of all charges. May turned Aerys speaks out. The media was in a frenzy. People who had once called her a gold digger were now calling her a survivor. But the damage had already been done. Even though the truth was out, some people still whispered. Some still believed the lies, and some would never accept that a maid had inherited everything.

Sad sat in the study watching the news on TV. She saw footage of Kunnel and Ao being led into a police van. Their faces were pale, their expressions blank. She had thought she would feel relief when this moment came, but all she felt was exhaustion. Kem walked in holding two cups of tea. She set one in front of Sod and sat across from her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Kem sighed. It’s over. Sad picked up the cup and held it between her palms. Yes. Kem watched her carefully. So what now? Sad let out a small humorless laugh. I don’t know. Kem tilted her head. You won, Sad. You have the house, the money, everything. Isn’t this what you wanted? Sada’s grip tightened around the cup.

I never wanted any of this, Kem. Kem leaned back. Then what do you want? Sad looked around the room. The grand furniture, the expensive paintings, the shelves filled with books she had never touched. This wasn’t her world. She had spent years working in this house, cleaning floors, serving meals, folding clothes.

She had thought that inheriting everything would change how she felt. that it would make her belong. But she still felt like a stranger in someone else’s life. Sad sighed. I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out. Kemi studied her for a moment, then nodded. Whatever you decide. I’ll support you. Sad gave her a small smile. Thank you.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn’t alone. That evening, Sad stood at the gates of the mansion. The reporters were gone. The cameras had disappeared. It was just her staring at the grand house, remembering all the memories trapped inside. She thought about Chief Alomide, his laughter, his kindness, the way he had trusted her when no one else did.

She had spent so much time fighting to prove she deserved this inheritance. But now, standing here, she realized something. She didn’t need it. She didn’t need a grand house to feel like she mattered. She didn’t need billions of naira to prove she was worth something. She had survived. She had fought back and that was enough.

She turned around and walked away from the gate. Her heart finally at peace because she knew now this mansion, this fortune, it didn’t own her. She was free. Sad stood at the edge of the mansion’s garden, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The sky was painted in shades of orange and purple, a peaceful contrast to the storm that had ruled her life for the past few months.

The house behind her was silent. No lawyers, no police, no reporters, no shouting, just silence. She had won the battle. She had proved her innocence. Cunnel and Ao were behind bars. And the truth about Chief Alumide’s poisoning was now known to the world. So why did she still feel like she was carrying a weight on her chest? Kem walked up beside her, arms folded.

She stared at the fading sunlight and let out a long breath. It still doesn’t feel real. Sad didn’t turn to look at her. I know, Kimmy shifted, glancing at the house. I grew up here, you know. This place was always filled with noise. Family meetings, business discussions, parties. But now, asterisk asterisk.

Sad completed the sentence for her. It’s just a house. Kem nodded slowly. Just a house. Silence stretched between them. Then Kem sighed. So, have you decided what you’re going to do? Sod finally turned to face her. Yes. Kemy’s eyes narrowed. And Sad took a deep breath, steadying herself. I’m leaving. Kem blinked.

Leaving? You mean I’m giving up the house, the money, everything? Chemy’s mouth fell open slightly. You’re serious? Sod nodded. This life, it’s not mine, Kem. I’ve been trying to fit into it, but I don’t belong here. I never did. Kem frowned. But you fought so hard for it. You proved you deserved it. Sad smiled a little.

Maybe, but I didn’t fight for money or property. I fought because I wanted the truth. Now I have it. That’s enough. Kem looked away, kicking a small rock with her shoe. So what happens now? You just walk away? Sad inhaled deeply. I’m going to donate most of it. Give back what I can. She turned to Kem. And I want you to have the house. Kemy’s eyes widened.

Me? Sod nodded. Yes. This is your family home, Kem. No matter what happened. This was where you grew up. I don’t want it, but I think you should have it. Kem was silent for a long time. Then she whispered. I don’t know what to say. Sod smiled softly. Say you’ll take care of it. Say you’ll make something good out of it. Kem exhaled, shaking her head.

You really are something else, Sod. Sod laughed. A light, relieved sound. I’m just tired, Kem. And I think it’s time for me to start fresh. Kem studied her for a moment before nodding. Okay, if that’s what you want, then I’ll support you. Sad reached out and took her hand, squeezing it lightly. Thank you.

The next day, Sad finalized the paperwork. She signed the necessary documents, ensuring the majority of the money went to charity organizations Chief Alumide had supported. A portion was put into a trust for Kem, and the house was transferred to her name. She had never felt lighter. By evening, she packed a small suitcase.

She wasn’t taking much, just enough for a fresh start. As she walked through the house one last time, memories flashed before her eyes. Her first day working here, serving Chief Alomide his meals, sitting with him when he felt lonely. The night she made the terrible mistake. The battles, the courtrooms, the accusations, the truth.

She exhaled slowly. Goodbye. Then with a quiet smile, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her. A week later, Sad stood in front of Chief Alumide’s grave. The cemetery was quiet, the wind gentle as it rustled the leaves of a nearby tree. She knelt down, brushing her fingers over the gravestone. I hope I did right by you.

For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace. She wasn’t a maid anymore. She wasn’t a billionaire’s heir. She was just saw. And that was enough. As she stood up, she took one last look at the name carved into the stone. Then she turned and walked away, stepping into a future that finally belonged to