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Revenge Billionaire

Revenge Billionaire

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She had witnessed all her loved ones and friends perish because of the billionaire's penchant for wealth and affluence, and she was given a second chance to live. She embarks on a revenge mission to get her pound of flesh and recover all. But would she recover all indeed? Or would she fall for the charms of the cutest billionaire in town and compromise her mission because of love?

Chapter 1 The Beginning

CHAPTER ONE

The Beginning

Opula walked out of the bathroom naked and turned to the mirror on the wall to behold herself in flesh and blood. She had survived by chance and thanked her stars for not been ripped apart by the billionaire and his loyalists. She pulled the drawer and pulled out a pistol, which she laid on the table. As she beheld her nakedness in the mirror she vowed to go after the billionaire and recover all; whatever it would cost her, she would track him down like a hawk after the chick. She dimmed her eyes and the past events came as flash back;

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Flashback

The pair of sneakers tiptoed catishly into the dark corridor and clung at the edge of the wall when he heard a shuffling walker. His heart pounded effortlessly, suffering from the fear that churned his stomach – he farted with the grace of a newborn baby and stuck ratly to the wall. Farting was the only chimney through which he could efface the fear of a domesticated thief who stole his father's gratuity. Clasping the sack of five million naira to his narrow chest, and looking out for the shuffling walker, a shrill voice crossed his mind – the contradicting voice common among thieves: "Do you want to kill that retired police officer? But he saw you through school. You can go right in and drop his gratuity."

No, Monkeys' software is a damn, fabulous project I can't let go. It is going to be a breakthrough for me. Do you understand? He said in his head. He took a quick peep into the dark exit before gazing considerately at the door to his father's room for the very last time. The former voice hounded more audibly now and he protested thoughtfully;

Did I kill him? Or was it not sleeping pills that I added to his tea? The voice gave way, and then he peeped again before chucking his toe farther into the staircase.

He barely could catch his hasting breath when he arrived downstairs. The chilling wind of November swept across his face and he became conscious of the balls of perspiration on his brow and nose. The last rain just pelted the night before and harmattan was home coming. With the air of peril hanging around him and wobbly eyeballs combing impatiently for taxi, he made into the scarcely lit street, staring fearfully backward as his feet swallowed the distance in front. His movement gathered desperation and it had the force of forward ever, which pushed him along residents with the clattering of generator sets and hoarse woof, woof, woof of dogs. His hands were still clasped around the sack on his chest as he made every effort to ignore the itches of suspicion all over his body. He was on Trans-Ekulu now; the same Trans-Ekulu where two men were robbed of their salary at twilight; where the mutilated body of a busty woman was found. Sweat trickled down his face as he wondered about the street on which he stood and then he held the sack tighter, nagging back at the loneliness of the street with his sideways stare. His plans were working out; drugging his father with overdose of sleeping pills at 8:00PM, giving the space of thirty minutes for reaction, stealing his gratuity at 8:30PM, settling in the bus at 8:45PM. In the moonlight, he stole a glance at his watch and it was 9:00PM and he had put that in his risk plan; getting taxi at night on Trans-Ekulu was an expected risk, and it was worse off waiting all alone.

An owl howled overhead and then he kept watch, straining his eyes at the two figures prancing from the street opposite. He started walking gently and switched faster now. A dried tongue rolled in his mouth and he searched for saliva to swallow down his pounding heart as of a woman in labour.

I would die with them if they tried to come closer, he thought. He could sight logs across the gutter and his edgy personality could sense their nearness. I would make haste to a log and deliver a glancing blow at their skulls, the skulls of kites that want to feed on my meat.

He kept to his rush and the two figures stamped their feet as much as he did, closing up his distance. "Christ!" he whispered. If they confront me I would run into the dark street and continue my journey the next day, he thought.

From somewhere behind he heard the jolting of a car. Police or taxi, God, I hope I survive this. He panted. It is end of the road for me.

Bang!

Thought of police infected him so much that his breath became asthmatic; panting heavily as he walked. He scouted sideways and saw a dark street yawning at him.

I would disappear into the dark street if they tried anything funny. But they may shoot at me. I will have to run as fast as the wind. If I must die I must die with this money; let that be my legacy.

He could hear the puttering of the engine as it speed reduced; obviously, it could be the police questioning the two figures now and pushing them into the car, he thought.

Looking back was more infectious as he studied his escape: there was no gutter before the dark street and it would be easier to run swiftly. The car was coming now; it sped and stopped abruptly on his side and he made a powerful limp like a horse, his heels barely touching the ground.

"What is it? Why are you running?" a voice in the car asked.

Azuaka Jnr. halted. There is no police in that voice, he thought.

He turned and peered fearfully and it was black-and-yellow; a taxi with a corpulent driver looking out to him. He looked aback: the two figures were standing on their own, pretending to be waiting and he scuttled to the taxi, heaved at the back door and went in. it would be comfortable at the back seat: I don't want this man to smell money.

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2 Chapter 2 Game Plan
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4 Chapter 4 An Alibi
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8 Chapter 8 Secret
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11 Chapter 11 Money Time
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12 Chapter 12 Enemies
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13 Chapter 13 A Snitch
07/12/2021
14 Chapter 14 Survival
09/12/2021
15 Chapter 15 Let's play
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18 Chapter 18 Wishes
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20 Chapter 20 Plan B
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22 Chapter 22 Opposition
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23 Chapter 23 Wanted
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25 Chapter 25 Betrayal
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26 Chapter 26 Danger
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27 Chapter 27 Snared
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29 Chapter 29 Losing
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33 Chapter 33 Falling
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