Novels by Kenneth Uwadi

Raphael Dokubo, known as the Prince, had resolved that nothing would obstruct his dominance. Any threat, whether human or intangible, will be crushed. His list of enemies, though small, was formidable: Bob Kalada, Deborah, Mark Tunde, Officer Jane, and Lebari. The battle for survival had officially begun.Officer Jane, renowned for her sharp instincts and relentless determination, had earned both the respect of her colleagues and the hatred of her adversaries. As one of the top officers at the station, she was accustomed to danger. Exiting the apartment Mark had rented for her, she was abruptly ambushed by a group of masked men. Their movements were precise, and they said nothing."Who are you?" Jane demanded, struggling against their grasp. Her question went unanswered. A tall figure stepped forward, holding up a crest—an emblem featuring a serpent coiled around a crown. It was the unmistakable symbol of the Prince.Meanwhile, Bob Kalada paced anxiously in his study, the rich aroma o

Superintendent Mark Tunde sat in his office, scrutinizing classified files scattered across his desk. The aroma of his tea had long since faded. Rivers State was plagued by rampant crime, corruption, and impunity. The escalating crisis surrounding Raphael Dokubo’s illegal arms trafficking operation had only intensified the turmoil. A few days ago, his team had executed a carefully coordinated raid, uncovering a stockpile of weapons capable of arming an entire battalion. This operation came after a series of secretive surveillance, wiretapping, and deep infiltration into the criminal underworld. Several of Dokubo’s operatives had been detained, and their confessions directly implicated the wealthy businessman in a sprawling arms trafficking network. For a moment, it appeared justice might triumph, and Rivers State could glimpse a path out of lawlessness. However, that hope was short-lived. In a decision that defied both reason and ethics, Police Commissioner Obed Ede ordered

Lebari Tor is no ordinary man. To those who knew him, he was a shrewd businessman, a philanthropist, and a political benefactor. But beneath the polished veneer lay a manipulator, a man who moved through the corridors of power unseen, orchestrating the fates of men and institutions like a master chess player. Rivers State was his chessboard, and its leaders were nothing more than pawns in his grand design.To him, wealth was never the goal. It was merely a tool. His true ambition was control. The thought of bending an entire state to his will filled him with satisfaction. Yet Governor Okutu had proven a thorn in his side.Okutu was not a saint. His administration had its flaws, and his decisions often sparked debates. But one thing was clear: his loyalty was to the people of Rivers State, not to the elite who sought to dictate the rules. His independence made him an obstacle to Lebari’s schemes, especially his coveted waterfront redevelopment project, a multibillion-naira initiative t

Raphael Dokubo’s hands quivered with fury as he gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, his piercing gaze fixed on the report before him. The news of a police raid on his arms warehouse had sent ripples of panic through his criminal enterprise. Spearheaded by Police Superintendent Mark Tunde, the operation had led to the arrest of several of his workers and the confiscation of weapons worth millions of dollars. To Raphael, this wasn’t merely an attack on his operations, it was deeply personal.Leaning back in his leather chair, his mind raced with possibilities. His office, situated in the heart of Port Harcourt, was a fortress of secrecy, soundproofed walls bearing witness to countless whispered plans. The rich aroma of cigars lingered in the air, yet it did little to pacify the tempest brewing within him.“Bring Ofor to me,” Raphael commanded, his deep voice echoing sharply against the room's walls.Moments later, the door opened, revealing Ofor, Raphael’s most trusted enforcer. Towe

Mark Tunde sat in a confined office of the police station , his fingers tapping rhythmically against a pile of papers on his desk. The evidence was scant yet persuasive, and the secrets Justin had shared earlier still resonated in his mind. Justin’s information pointing out that Raphael Dokubo, a man celebrated for both his immense wealth and philanthropy, was entangled in murder and arms smuggling, was not something to dismiss lightly.Having spent years as a police officer, Mark understood the power wielded by men like Dokubo . Their influence extended far beyond the reach of the law, often leaving those who opposed them either destroyed or permanently silenced. Yet, the thought of abandoning this investigation never even crossed his mind. Dokubo has been disguising as the Prince.He picked up the first report on his desk, an autopsy on Grace Iduma, a local journalist. Grace had been investigating corruption at the highest levels of society before she was killed. Officially, her dea

Lebari Tor stood in his office, high above Tor’s headquarters, his fury palpable. He moved to the expansive glass window, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his reflection a shadow of anguish and determination against the night. For months, he had tried to solve the mystery of his daughter Vera’s murder, the void left by her absence eating away at him.Now, he had a name: Raphael Dokubo.Known as "The Prince," Raphael was a ghostly figure in the criminal underworld, untouchable, feared, and ruthless. His empire thrived on corruption, violence, and intimidation. Lebari’s sources had confirmed that Vera, fierce and unyielding as she was, had unearthed damning evidence against Raphael. It was this discovery that had cost her life.“Raphael Dokubo,” Lebari murmured, his voice dripping with venom. “You took my daughter. Now, I’ll destroy everything you hold dear.”A knock interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for an invitation, Nwito, his trusted assassin, entered the room. Movin