Part 2
Malik did not sleep that night. The marble floors of his Ikoyi mansion looked obscene after the mud outside Halima’s room. By dawn, he called his private investigator and demanded every record on Hadiza Sani, a former domestic worker from his late father’s Abuja estate. By afternoon, the file arrived thin, damaged, and frighteningly deliberate. Hadiza had worked for the Danjuma family 24 years earlier. She had been accused of stealing $80,000 from a private safe and dismissed without police charge. Her name then disappeared from all staff records. Malik’s hands shook when he saw the date. He had been 25 then, reckless, newly returned from London, still living under his father’s shadow, and one broken memory returned with painful force: a young maid crying near the courtyard, his father shouting that reputation must be protected, and himself walking away because cowardice felt easier than confrontation. That evening, Malik returned to the settlement openly. Halima refused to greet him. Hadiza, weaker now, asked for the old box beneath her mat. Inside were 6 letters Malik had written to her before she was expelled, letters he had forgotten because his father had buried that part of his life under business, shame, and threats. There was also a torn memo from the Danjuma estate stating that Hadiza was a “risk to the family image” and must be removed before she caused “permanent damage.” Malik understood before she finished speaking. His father had taken the money to fund an illegal political deal, framed Hadiza when she saw the transfer documents, then erased her because she was pregnant with Malik’s child. Halima listened without tears at first. Then Hadiza revealed the cruelest part: she had come back to the estate once, belly still small, begging Malik to listen, but Malik had seen her from the balcony and turned away when his father ordered security to drag her out. Halima’s silence broke into a rage so deep it frightened even Malik. She said he had not only abandoned her mother; he had abandoned her before knowing her name. Malik offered to take Hadiza to a private hospital. Halima refused, saying rich men always arrived late and called money mercy. Before Malik could answer, 3 police officers appeared outside the door. They claimed the old theft case had been reopened through an anonymous complaint sent 1 week earlier. Malik knew at once that his father’s remaining allies had discovered his investigation and wanted Hadiza silenced again, this time legally. He used his name to buy 24 hours, but after the officers left, Hadiza began coughing blood into a cloth. Halima held her mother and shouted that she would rather lose everything than let the man who ruined them become the man who saved them. Malik had no defense. Then Hadiza, barely breathing, pulled Halima close and told her there was one more truth. Malik was not only her father. His father had known from the beginning, and the family had paid doctors, clerks, and police contacts to make sure Halima was born with no father on paper. Before Halima could react, Hadiza gripped Malik’s wrist and whispered that the proof was hidden inside the house where he had grown up.
Part 3
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