Sandra always believed betrayal had a smell—sharp, cold, metallic—like bl00d in water.
But nothing prepared her for the sight that greeted her exactly one week before her wedding.
She walked into her apartment carrying a bag of bridal accessories—veil, tiara, white slippers—symbols of a dream she had nurtured since girlhood. She planned to surprise Daniel with a sweet romantic evening.
Instead, the surprise found her.
There, on her own bed, tangled in sheets she bought with love money and scented candles meant for their honeymoon…
was Daniel. And her best friend, Sophia.
Their nàked panic drowned the room.
Sandra’s heart ruptured quietly—no scream, no tears, just a hollow silence that echoed louder than any noise she could ever make.
Daniel didn’t bother covering his shame. Didn’t bother looking guilty.
He simply exhaled and said, almost casually:
“Sandra… I think we should cancel the wedding. I’m in love with Sophia.”
The words slapped her harder than any physical blow could.
Sandra staggered. The walls spun. She felt her world collapsing in slow motion.
Cancel the wedding?
A wedding the whole community already knew about?
A wedding her proud parents had borrowed money to support?
A wedding she had prayed for, fasted for, dreamed about?
The embarrassment would destroy her.
Church members whispering.
Aunties gossiping.
Friends posting fake “stay strong” messages.
Her enemies rejoicing.
Pity. Shame. Mockery.
All waiting for her.
No.
She would not give them the satisfaction.
While Daniel and Sophia continued mumbling weak excuses, Sandra felt something in her snap quietly.
A cold calmness washed over her.
And that was when she remembered him.
Chief Dike.
Wealthy. Powerful. Ruthless.
A man who had chased her relentlessly for months—gifts, money, promises of a life dripping in luxury.
Sandra rejected him every time, because of his wife, Mrs. Mary Dike, the infamous tigress of the city.
A woman known for:
– pouring ac¡d on her husband’s girlfriends
– hiring thugs to break bones
– dragging rivals to prison
– setting traps that destroyed reputations
Even the bravest women feared the name Mary Dike.
But heartbreak turns fear into boldness.
That evening, driven by desperation and humiliation, Sandra made a decision that would alter destinies.
She picked up her phone and typed:
> “Chief, meet me at Savannah Falls Hotel tonight. Room 206. Bring lots of money. I’m finally yours.”
He replied within seconds.
Eager. Hungry. Ready.
Sandra wore a red dress—a dangerous color for a dangerous night.
When she arrived at the hotel, Chief Dike was already there, sweating excitement, holding a small bag swollen with cash.
Naira. Dollars. Euros.
He wanted her badly.
Sandra smiled sweetly…
But inside, her heart was steel.
She had already bribed a hotel staff—one with debts, anger, and a willingness to do anything for money.
The plan was simple.
A drink.
A powder.
A quiet d£ath.
Minutes later, Chief Dike slumped onto the bed, motionless, eyes frozen in shock.
Sandra did not blink.
She arranged the room. Wiped surfaces. Positioned the body. Then picked up her phone again.
This time she called Sophia:
> “Come to Savannah Falls Hotel now. Room 206. It’s about Daniel. I want what’s best for him. Let’s talk and settle this. You can apologize properly.”
Gullible. Excited.
Thinking she had “won,” Sophia rushed to the hotel.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Chilling.
When she flipped on the light, her scream stabbed through the air.
Chief Dike’s body lay sprawled on the bed.
Before she could run, the hotel staff—already paid by Sandra—shut the door tight from outside.
Sophia banged the door, shaking, crying, confused.
Exactly as planned.
Moments later, Sandra made an anonymous call:
> “Police! There’s a woman in room 206 with a d£ad man!”
Everything unfolded like lightning.
Police stormed in.
They found Sophia alone with the body.
Her fingerprints everywhere—on the glass, the door handle, the bedsheet she grabbed while screaming.
And when Mrs. Mary Dike heard her husband d!ed in the arms of a young girl, she did not even pretend to fight fair.
She used her connections.
Her influence.
Her reputation for vengeance.
Evidence mounted—real and fabricated.
Motives were constructed.
Sophia’s name was dragged through nails and broken glass.
Her trial was fast.
Merciless.
Predetermined.
Life imprisonment.
With hard labor.
No parole.
Daniel wept.
Sophia begged.
But justice—or revenge—had been served.
And Sandra?
She returned home, washed her hands, wore her engagement ring, and looked at her reflection.
She smiled slowly.
Sometimes, the betrayed becomes the villain…
And sometimes, the villain becomes untouchable.
THE PRICE OF BETRAYAL 🎄🎄🔥
Written by Lucy Chinaecherem Enekwe
To Be Continued
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But nothing prepared her for the sight that greeted her exactly one week before her wedding.
She walked into her apartment carrying a bag of bridal accessories—veil, tiara, white slippers—symbols of a dream she had nurtured since girlhood. She planned to surprise Daniel with a sweet romantic evening.
Instead, the surprise found her.
There, on her own bed, tangled in sheets she bought with love money and scented candles meant for their honeymoon…
was Daniel. And her best friend, Sophia.
Their nàked panic drowned the room.
Sandra’s heart ruptured quietly—no scream, no tears, just a hollow silence that echoed louder than any noise she could ever make.
Daniel didn’t bother covering his shame. Didn’t bother looking guilty.
He simply exhaled and said, almost casually:
“Sandra… I think we should cancel the wedding. I’m in love with Sophia.”
The words slapped her harder than any physical blow could.
Sandra staggered. The walls spun. She felt her world collapsing in slow motion.
Cancel the wedding?
A wedding the whole community already knew about?
A wedding her proud parents had borrowed money to support?
A wedding she had prayed for, fasted for, dreamed about?
The embarrassment would destroy her.
Church members whispering.
Aunties gossiping.
Friends posting fake “stay strong” messages.
Her enemies rejoicing.
Pity. Shame. Mockery.
All waiting for her.
No.
She would not give them the satisfaction.
While Daniel and Sophia continued mumbling weak excuses, Sandra felt something in her snap quietly.
A cold calmness washed over her.
And that was when she remembered him.
Chief Dike.
Wealthy. Powerful. Ruthless.
A man who had chased her relentlessly for months—gifts, money, promises of a life dripping in luxury.
Sandra rejected him every time, because of his wife, Mrs. Mary Dike, the infamous tigress of the city.
A woman known for:
– pouring ac¡d on her husband’s girlfriends
– hiring thugs to break bones
– dragging rivals to prison
– setting traps that destroyed reputations
Even the bravest women feared the name Mary Dike.
But heartbreak turns fear into boldness.
That evening, driven by desperation and humiliation, Sandra made a decision that would alter destinies.
She picked up her phone and typed:
> “Chief, meet me at Savannah Falls Hotel tonight. Room 206. Bring lots of money. I’m finally yours.”
He replied within seconds.
Eager. Hungry. Ready.
Sandra wore a red dress—a dangerous color for a dangerous night.
When she arrived at the hotel, Chief Dike was already there, sweating excitement, holding a small bag swollen with cash.
Naira. Dollars. Euros.
He wanted her badly.
Sandra smiled sweetly…
But inside, her heart was steel.
She had already bribed a hotel staff—one with debts, anger, and a willingness to do anything for money.
The plan was simple.
A drink.
A powder.
A quiet d£ath.
Minutes later, Chief Dike slumped onto the bed, motionless, eyes frozen in shock.
Sandra did not blink.
She arranged the room. Wiped surfaces. Positioned the body. Then picked up her phone again.
This time she called Sophia:
> “Come to Savannah Falls Hotel now. Room 206. It’s about Daniel. I want what’s best for him. Let’s talk and settle this. You can apologize properly.”
Gullible. Excited.
Thinking she had “won,” Sophia rushed to the hotel.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Chilling.
When she flipped on the light, her scream stabbed through the air.
Chief Dike’s body lay sprawled on the bed.
Before she could run, the hotel staff—already paid by Sandra—shut the door tight from outside.
Sophia banged the door, shaking, crying, confused.
Exactly as planned.
Moments later, Sandra made an anonymous call:
> “Police! There’s a woman in room 206 with a d£ad man!”
Everything unfolded like lightning.
Police stormed in.
They found Sophia alone with the body.
Her fingerprints everywhere—on the glass, the door handle, the bedsheet she grabbed while screaming.
And when Mrs. Mary Dike heard her husband d!ed in the arms of a young girl, she did not even pretend to fight fair.
She used her connections.
Her influence.
Her reputation for vengeance.
Evidence mounted—real and fabricated.
Motives were constructed.
Sophia’s name was dragged through nails and broken glass.
Her trial was fast.
Merciless.
Predetermined.
Life imprisonment.
With hard labor.
No parole.
Daniel wept.
Sophia begged.
But justice—or revenge—had been served.
And Sandra?
She returned home, washed her hands, wore her engagement ring, and looked at her reflection.
She smiled slowly.
Sometimes, the betrayed becomes the villain…
And sometimes, the villain becomes untouchable.
THE PRICE OF BETRAYAL 🎄🎄🔥
Written by Lucy Chinaecherem Enekwe
To Be Continued
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