Web of Deception [ EDITING !!!]

Chapter 1

                                                                                            PROLOGUE

"I can't believe you're actually leaving me to die," Jemima exclaimed dramatically as she lay on Seyi's bed.

Seyi had just told her that after SS3—this session—he would be going abroad for university.

"Stop exaggerating, Jem. You'll probably find someone else to be friends with. Besides, you have Derek," Seyi said, lying beside her.

She rolled her eyes. "Derek is dumb. And how can you say that to me? You're really hurting my feelings, Seyi." She shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue, pretending to be dead.

Seyi chuckled. "I tried to convince my parents to let me stay, but—"

"They just think you can't handle a Nigerian university. And honestly, I can't blame them. You're a goat."

"No, I'm not. I just can't study software engineering in Nigeria."

"Whatever. Just don't forget me when you leave this country, because if you do, I'll hunt you down." She sat up, crossing her arms.

Seyi and Jemima had been best friends since they were little. They grew up as neighbors in Abuja, both coming from wealthy families and attending the same prestigious school.

"You know I won't. I promise." He sat up too. "And I'll be coming back to Nigeria for some holidays."

"Better not come back acting like one of those aje butter people."

Seyi chuckled. "Maybe I will."

"Then Derek and I will just gang up against you." She laughed.

"You won't forget me, will you?" His face suddenly grew serious.

"What's with all this seriousness? If I forget you, will you beat me ni?"

"Jem..." he drawled.

"Fine, fine. I won't forget your goat face. And I'll come visit you abroad once in a while."

"I do not have a goat face." He playfully punched her arm.

"This goat just hit me! Seyi, you want to die oh!" She tackled him, landing soft punches on his chest as they both fell to the floor, laughing.

"The goat is actually leaving," she said as their laughter died down.

"And the pig is actually going to miss me," he replied.

Present day

Seyi P.O.V

It had been seven years since I left Nigeria, and now I was finally coming back home.

In those years, I had become a very successful man and decided it was time to settle down. That was why I proposed to Zina.

Zina was biracial, with a Nigerian father and a British mother. We had been dating for three years, so proposing seemed like the next step.

Well, she kind of pushed me into it.

Right now, we were at the airport.

"I can't wait to meet your parents," Zina said, her voice brimming with excitement.

We were waiting for the time of departure. I had wanted to travel with my private jet, but she insisted we take a commercial flight.

"They'll be surprised," I muttered absently, scrolling through my phone.