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Episode 4: The 1 Million Naira Glow

The next morning, Naya woke up feeling like the world was at her feet.
She didn’t even have to check her balance to know she was 500k richer, but the notification was still there, sitting pretty on her screen. She was still basking in the euphoria of the previous day when a message popped up on her WhatsApp.

It was him. Alhaji.

“Good morning, beautiful Naya. I hope your night was as sweet as your smile. Are you available for dinner tonight? I’d love to see you again.”

Naya smiled, biting her lower lip. She wasn’t going to say yes too quickly—that wasn't how the game was played—but before she could even type a reply, another notification hit her phone.

Credit Alert: ₦1,000,000.00.
Description: For a dress. I want you to look like the queen you are tonight.

Naya jumped out of bed, her heart racing.
“One million?” she screamed to the empty walls of her room. “Just for a dress for one dinner?”

She didn't need to think twice. She quickly typed back:
“You are too kind, Alhaji. I’ll be ready by 7 PM. I’ll send you the location.”

Naya spent the entire day preparing. This wasn’t just any dinner; this was an investment. She called her hairstylist to come over, she did her nails, and she picked out a dress that cost a fortune—a deep emerald green silk gown that hugged every curve of her body. By the time she was done with her makeup, she looked like a dream.

She sent the location of her apartment to Alhaji via WhatsApp.
At exactly 7:15 PM, a white Rolls Royce pulled up at her gate. The driver stepped out to open the door, and there sat Alhaji, looking sharp in a deep blue Senator outfit, smelling like wealth and imported oud.

They drove to a restaurant that Naya had only seen on the Instagram pages of top celebrities. It was an elite, high-brow spot where the menu didn't even have prices on it. The lighting was dim, the music was soft, and every waiter bowed as they walked past.

As they sat down, Naya looked at him, trying to keep her "classy" face on, even though her mind was calculating.
“You look breathtaking, Naya,” Alhaji said, his eyes scanning her with a look that was hard to read. It wasn't just lust; it was like he was inspecting a prize.

“Thank you, Alhaji,” she replied softly. “You didn't have to send that much for a dress, you know.”

He laughed—a deep, rich sound. “For a woman like you? That is small change. I like my things to be of the highest quality.”

They talked for a long time. Naya was surprised at how smooth he was. Despite the age gap, he knew exactly what to say. He didn't talk like the young boys who bragged about their cars; he talked like a man who owned the road the cars drove on.

At a point, Naya leaned in, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“So, Alhaji… a man like you. Surely, there is a Mrs. Alhaji somewhere?”

Alhaji didn't even flinch. He sipped his wine slowly.
“I have a wife,” he said calmly. “And three children. But they live outside the country. London, most of the time. My wife handles our interests there.”

He reached across the table and touched Naya’s hand.
“But that doesn’t stop me from being with you. I am a man of great capacity, Naya. I can take care of many things at once. Do you understand?”

Naya nodded, a small smile on her face.
I understand perfectly, she thought. As long as the alerts don’t stop, I don’t care if you have ten wives in London ( a tiny voice in her head spoke)

She was starting to get used to him. She was starting to feel "comfortable." The money was speaking so loudly that she couldn't hear the small voice of caution in the back of her head.

Then, Alhaji’s expression changed slightly. He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers.
“What about you, Naya? Tell me about your family. Your parents? Your siblings?”

Naya’s smile faded for a second. “I’m an orphan, Alhaji. I lost my parents when I was eight. It’s just me.”

“An orphan?” Alhaji repeated, his voice low. “Any relatives? Aunts? Uncles? People who check up on you?”

Naya shook her head. “No one. I cut ties with the only family I had years ago. I am all alone in this world.”

Alhaji threw another question, his voice almost a whisper now.
“So… if something bad happens to you now, there is no one that will come to look for you? No one to save you?”

Naya laughed, thinking he was just being protective or romantic.
“No one, Alhaji. If I disappear today, nobody is coming to ask questions.”

Alhaji smiled. It wasn't a warm smile. It was an indifferent, chilling smirk.
“Well… do not worry,” he said, his eyes glinting under the dim lights. “I’ll be here for you from now on. I will take very good care of you.”

If Naya wasn’t already drunk on the 1 million naira alert and the expensive wine, she would have noticed how odd that question was. She would have seen the red flag waving right in front of her face. But she didn't. She just saw a rich man who wanted to be her "hero."

But will he truly be her hero or her Nightmare??

TBC….

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Episode 3: How it Started
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There was a time Naya did not know anything about men, money, or how quickly both could change a person.

She was eight when her parents died.
Not the kind of death that gives you time to prepare. Just one moment they were there… and the next, everything was gone. People came. People cried. People left. And just like that, she became someone else’s responsibility.

Her aunt took her in. Not out of love. Not out of kindness. Just because there was no one else.
From the very first week, Naya understood the rules of that house without anyone sitting her down to explain it.

You eat when you are given.
You speak only when you are asked.
You do not complain.
You do not expect.

Because every single thing came with a reminder—
“You are not my child.”

She grew up like that. Watching other children live freely while she calculated every step she took in that house. Naya stopped being a child and started learning how to endure quietly.
There was no school, no structure, no plan for her. She stayed at home, doing chores, running errands, growing up in a place where nobody truly paid attention to her needs.

She learned everything on her own. Even her body, she handled it alone. The first time she saw her period, she was scared. She tried to tell her aunt, but the woman dismissed it. She figured it out herself, the same way she figured out everything else in that house.

Sickness was not new to her. From time to time, she would fall ill, and somehow by what she would later call the grace of God, she would recover on her own.

But this time was different.
The sickness came heavy and refused to go. Day after day, her body kept breaking down. The fever stayed. Her strength faded until even standing became difficult. She asked her aunt for money to get drugs, but her aunt refused.

“I don’t have money. It wouldn’t be bad if you just died and join your parents, would it?” her aunt blurted out.

That day, Naya felt her world sink.

She tried again afterwards. Maybe her auntie was in a bad mood that day, but nothing changed. It got to a point where fear settled in because this time, it felt like she might not survive it.
There was only one person left. The one she had always avoided.

Her aunt’s husband.
From the beginning, something about him never sat right with her. The way his eyes lingered sometimes. The way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching. She did not fully understand it, but she knew enough to stay away.

But now… she did not have the strength to keep avoiding him.
She went to him. Weak. Tired. Desperate.
“I need money for drugs,” she said, her voice low.

He looked at her for a long moment. Not surprised. Not concerned. Just… waiting.
“I can help you, but you have to help me with something.”

“Anything you want sir. What can I help you with?”

“You know what you can help me with Naya. You know what I want,” he said, winking at her and biting his lips in a sensual way.

Naya felt it immediately. That same discomfort she had always avoided. She shook her head weakly but chose to pretend not to know.

“I don’t know sir, please tell me.”

Inwardly she prayed for him not to say what her mind dreaded, but he did.

“I want you Naya. I want to ravage you... I want to feel those little oranges on your chest in my mouth. I want to lie in between your legs.”

Naya raised her eyes in shock… tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I…I..I.. I’m sorry I cannot do that sir,” she whispered.

He leaned back slightly.
“Then go and manage your sickness.”

She left heartbroken.
Maybe as usual, her sickness would go away like others, but it never did. Rather, the sickness got worse.

Each day felt heavier than the last. Her body kept giving up on her, and there was still no help from anywhere. When he met her again, he told her she had two choices. She could continue like that, or she could give him what he wanted and get better.

Naya stood there, weak, tired, and out of options.
She agreed, but told him she needed to get better first. He accepted and gave her money.

She used it immediately, bought drugs, forced herself to eat, and rested. Within days, her body started responding. When she got better, he came back.
She already knew what she had agreed to.

It happened.
When it was over, he gave her money without emotion, more like it was a transaction.

That should have been the end, but it was not. The next time she needed money, she went back. Then again. Before she realized it, it became a routine. Whenever she needed money, she went to him, and he gave it while she gave him what he wanted.

Then other men started noticing her.
Not the usual kind of attention. This one came with intention. Their words carried offers, and this time, she understood. At first, she ignored them. Then she started seeing the pattern. The same thing, different men.

That was when it settled inside her. She had what they wanted, and they had what she needed. She stopped resisting it and started utilizing it. One became two. Two became more.

She started saving, planning, moving differently. That house stopped feeling like a place she needed to stay. One day, she left.

Since then, that had been her life. Structured. Controlled. Working.
She had mastered it so well that stopping was not even a thought. She had access to money, comfort, and the kind of life she once could not imagine.

Amaka, her only friend, had warned her many times that this kind of life would not end well, but Naya never listened. To her, she was building a life for herself. She was not going to sit down and wait for poverty to swallow her.

And now, she had met Alhaji.
The biggest game she had ever played.
She was still lying in her room, staring at the 500k alert he had sent for "transport."

She didn't know that the price she was about to pay this Easter would be more than just her body.

TBC…..

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Episode 2: The Multi-Tasker

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Naya’s phone rang, breaking her thoughts about Alhaji.
She didn’t even need to check the screen. She knew the ringtone. It was Tobi.

She picked on the second ring, her voice changing instantly. It became soft, sugary, and slightly breathless.
“Hello baby…” she stretched the words.

“Ah, finally. I have been calling you since,” Tobi’s voice came through, sounding frustrated.
“Aww… I am sorry now,” she replied gently, tracing invisible lines on her bedsheet. “I went out to get a few things. You know how it is. My head was just full of thoughts of you.”

“You could have told me,” he sighed, his anger melting.
“I know… I know. Are you angry with me?”
She knew that question was his weakness.
“How can I be angry with you?” he replied.

“Good… because I miss you. Easter is coming and I’m just here thinking of you.”
“I miss you too, Naya. I’m waiting for you in Abuja.”

She ended the call slowly. The softness left her face the moment the screen went black.
Tobi was just one piece of the puzzle.

Aside from Tobi, there were others. Naya had built her life like a well-oiled machine.

First, there was Tobi in Abuja.
Light-skinned, tall, and always neatly dressed like he was going for a bank interview. He worked in a big bank, one of those structured jobs that made him feel important. He liked to feel like he was taking care of something fragile. So, with Tobi, Naya was the "innocent, respectful girl." He sent money without her asking, just to keep his "protector" title.

Then there was Kelechi in Lagos.
Dark, sharp jawline, and a gym body he never failed to show off on Instagram. He was into real estate and crypto—loud money. Kelechi liked attention, so Naya gave it to him. With him, she was the "wild babe." Nights out, expensive clubs, and high energy. He paid for the lifestyle because she matched his vibe.

Then there was Sadiq in Kano.
Tall, quiet, always in clean white native wear. He smelled like expensive Oud and class. He wasn't loud with money, but he was steady. He was the "What do you need?" type of man. With Sadiq, Naya was soft, slow, and peaceful. She was the woman he could talk to.

Then there was Emeka in Enugu.
A typical businessman. Spare parts. Always on the move, always talking about his new shops and "containers" arriving at the wharf. He liked to feel like a King. So, Naya became his Queen. She listened to his long stories and admired his "business sense." He spent easily when he felt respected.

And finally, there was Victor in Port Harcourt.
Fair-skinned, bearded, always composed. Oil and Gas money. Victor was different. He asked questions. He listened too much. With Victor, Naya had to be extra careful because he was the only one who came close to seeing through her mask.

Five men.
Five different versions of herself.
None of them knew the others existed.
She had planned her Easter perfectly. She would pick the highest bidder, tell the others a lie about "visiting her sick aunt," and collect "Easter hair and dress" money from all five of them.

She lay back, staring at her ceiling. She was a master of the game.
But the game didn't start today. It wasn't always this smooth.
There was a time when money didn't come like water.
There was a time Naya was just a girl with nothing but her tears before she had to make a choice.

TBC….

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Episode 1: The Big Fish

Naya did not need an occasion to step out.
Stepping out was her lifestyle.

That evening, she was not dressed to impress anybody in particular, but somehow, she still did. She wore a simple fitted gown—nothing too loud, yet everything about her carried presence. The kind of presence that made people look twice without even understanding why.

She had stopped at the grocery store on her way home. Nothing serious. Just a quick stop to restock a few things. Drinks, snacks, random things she liked to have around. Her basket was already half full as she moved from one aisle to another, picking things without rushing.

That was when she felt it.
That gaze.
Not the usual kind she ignored every day. This one stayed. Steady. Intentional. Heavy.

She did not turn immediately. She picked one more item, dropped it in her basket, then slowly lifted her head.

He was already looking at her.
Older. Late 50s. He wasn't even trying to hide it.
And when their eyes met, he did not look away. Instead… he winked.

Just like that.

Naya paused for a second. Then a small smile touched her lips.
“Bold,” she muttered under her breath.

She turned away like it meant nothing, but she was aware now. Fully aware. She moved to the next section, pretending to be focused, but she could feel it… he was still there. Watching. Not chasing, just waiting. And somehow, that was more effective.

By the time she was done, she pushed her cart toward the counter. She had barely placed the first item down when she noticed him again. Closer now. Standing just a few steps behind her. Calm. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world.

Naya didn't say anything. She continued unloading her items, acting like she had not noticed.
Then his voice came—low, smooth, and full of authority.
“You shop like someone who enjoys comfort.”

She turned this time. Slowly.
“And you watch strangers like it is your job?” she replied.
He smiled faintly. “Only the interesting ones.”

That one entered.

The cashier started scanning her items. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The total came up, and Naya reached for her bag. But before she could bring out her card, he stepped forward.
“I will take it,” he said.

She looked at him, not surprised, just measuring him.
“That is not necessary,” she replied.
“It is already done.”

The cashier nodded. Payment successful.
Naya did not argue. Instead, she tilted her head slightly.
“You always do this?”
“No,” he said. “Only when I want to remember someone.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Then you must have a very expensive memory.”
“I can afford it.”

They stepped aside after that.
“Name?” he asked.
“Naya.”
He nodded. “Good.”
She raised a brow. “That is all?”
“For now.”

They exchanged numbers. Then he requested for her account details. Naya gave him, picked her bags and turned to leave. She had taken barely five steps when her phone vibrated.
She stopped. Checked.
Credit Alert: ₦500,000.

Her eyes widened. She turned back. He was still standing there, watching her with a calm smile.
“For your transport,” he said.

Naya stared at him for a second. “Transport from where to where?”
“Anywhere you want.”

She got home still smiling. Not the playful smile she gave men to trick them. This one was different. Surprised. Amused.
She dropped her bags and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the alert.
₦500,000. Clean. Sharp. No stress.

“Ah…” She leaned back and laughed. “I don nack maga this time around.”
She paused, thinking of his grey hair and his age.
“But I no dey do older men o…”

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. Then she shrugged.
“Well… I think right now… the older, the sweeter. No wonder girls dey rush them like this.”

She didn't know it yet, but this "Big Fish" was about to change her life in ways she never imagined. And not in the way she was hoping for.

TBC…..

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