One day, while shopping at a high-end boutique in the city, Adaora met Emeka—another Emeka, but this one was unlike the teacher she had rejected. He was tall, confident, and impeccably dressed. He drove a sleek black car that gleamed in the sunlight, and when he spoke, his voice was smooth as silk.
"You're too beautiful to be shopping alone," he said, flashing a dazzling smile.
Adaora felt her heart flutter. This was the kind of man she had dreamed of. Emeka didn't just look rich—he acted rich. He bought her an expensive designer handbag on the spot and insisted on taking her to dinner at a five-star restaurant.
For weeks, Emeka courted her with gifts and grand gestures. He brought her gold jewelry, paid for her to visit luxury spas, and took her on trips to Lagos and Abuja. Adaora was smitten.
Her parents, however, were skeptical. "Adaora, do you know anything about this man's background?" her mother asked.