Brevity Bard

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of Victor Adebayo’s sleek black SUV as it sped through the bustling streets of Lagos. Claire sat stiffly beside him, staring out the window, her mind racing with the events of the past week. The therapy sessions had been growing increasingly tense, but nothing compared to the confrontation earlier that day. Victor’s words echoed in her mind. "No one plays me, Claire." She had always known Victor was a ruthless businessman, but she never imagined the depths of his cruelty—until now. Victor’s voice broke through her thoughts. “I suppose it’s time you know the truth, Claire.” Claire turned to him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What truth?” Victor chuckled darkly, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. “The reason Daniel came crawling back into your life. You think it’s fate, don’t you? Some grand romantic reunion?” Claire stiffened. “What are you talking about?” Victor sighed, as if preparing for a performance he had long rehearsed. ...

The air inside Marcus Oladipo's office was thick with tension, suffocating and charged with unspoken animosity. Victor and Claire sat across from each other, their body language screaming hostility. Victor's jaw was clenched so tight Marcus thought it might crack, while Claire's hands trembled slightly in her lap, though her expression remained defiant. Marcus cleared his throat, trying to maintain the illusion of calm professionalism. “Let’s start today’s session by talking about what’s really on your minds.” Victor didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing like a predator about to strike. “Let’s do that, Doctor.” His voice was dangerously smooth. “Why don’t we start with the fact that my loving wife has been sneaking around behind my back?” Claire’s eyes widened, but she quickly recovered, her chin lifting in defiance. “You’re one to talk, Victor. How many of your business trips were really meetings with your mistresses?” Marcus internally groaned. This was...

Claire sat in the dimly lit lounge of a boutique hotel in Victoria Island, staring at the man she once believed was the love of her life. Daniel Olukoya sat across from her, swirling his whiskey with a slow, calculated motion. His charm was still there—the easy smile, the gentle touch of his hand on hers—but something beneath it felt different now. “Claire,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking onto hers, “you’ve waited long enough. It’s time to finalize the divorce.” Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I need more time, Daniel. Victor—” “Victor doesn’t own you anymore,” Daniel cut in, his voice sharper than she remembered. “You said you wanted out. What’s stopping you?” Claire swallowed, feeling the walls closing in. “It’s not that simple. Victor isn’t just going to let me walk away. He’ll fight me for everything.” Daniel leaned in closer, his grip on her hand tightening. “Which is why you need to push forward. The settlement you’ll get from the divorce will be more than enough t...

Marcus Oladipo sat in his office, staring blankly at the framed degrees on the wall. They felt like relics from a different life—one where he wasn’t caught between a ruthless mob boss and a dangerously powerful client. The walls of his office, once a refuge for troubled couples, now felt like a cage closing in on him. His phone vibrated on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was a message from Baba Jide. “Meet me. 9 PM. The Dockyard.” Marcus swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had known this moment was coming, but now that it was here, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. He was about to make the most dangerous decision of his life. The Dockyard was a desolate industrial area by the Lagos lagoon, a known hotspot for illicit deals and underground dealings. As Marcus parked his car under a flickering streetlamp, he saw Baba Jide’s black SUV idling nearby. Two of his men stood guard, their eyes tracking Marcus like hawks. Taking a deep breath, Marcus stepped out of his ...

Claire Adebayo sat in the dimly lit café tucked away in a quiet corner of Lekki. Her hands cradled a cup of steaming coffee, though she hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. Across from her sat Kunle, an old friend from university who had once been a rising star in the tech world but now operated in the shadows as a highly sought-after hacker. Kunle leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling room before settling on Claire. “So, you want me to dig into your husband’s financials?” he asked, his voice low but steady. Claire nodded, her jaw tight. “I need to know everything. The offshore accounts, the shell companies, any illegal dealings he’s involved in.” Kunle smirked. “You’re not asking for a small favor. Victor Adebayo isn’t just anyone. He’s powerful—and dangerous.” “That’s why I came to you,” Claire replied, her voice firm. “I need someone who can get me the information without leaving a trace.” Kunle sighed, running a hand through his dreadlocks. “I can do it, but it w...