Novels by Chima Adele

Henry had delivered the security footage from Victoria’s room to Marcus as promised and true to his word, he took no money for it. Marcus pondered on the recording, uploading it to his cloud so that he could have two copies. At first, his plan was to spend the night at the hotel and then at his divorce proceedings he would bring forth the footage as evidence but while he waited for Henry to bring up the evidence, he had seen online that Victoria’s press tour was not over yet. In contrast to her one day business trips, this one was three days. Three days of her and James together. Three days of gathering more evidence but it didn’t matter. Marcus had enough. More than enough and he would use it well.He checked his watch and smiled. It was noon. The same time that Victoria and James were supposed to have their presentation on a recent building project. A building project that he had drawn up but no matter. He was going to be there to congratulate them on their impromptu and well deserv

The next day had come around far more quickly than Marcus had anticipated. Sure, he had cashed in his winnings and gone home a happy man but he had also not slept much due to his anticipation. The day before, he had watched Victoria and James give their speech about innovation and whatnot in front of a huge crowd. They seemed too chummy on the stage but as Marcus had expected, no one had seemed to notice that and when it was time for the interactive session, the questions always moved in his direction, focusing on why he cheated and how Victoria was doing after the great betrayal. It was sickening but Marcus held his tongue. After all, he would get his hands on something damning very soon and the world would see that he was the innocent one in this story. Marcus got down from the cab, still donning normal clothes and a smile on his face. The tall and imposing hotel building loomed above him. The Blue Oyster. Some days ago he would have been ashamed to go in looking the way that he wa

Marcus didn’t hesitate to pick which thing he would do first. It was easy. He was going to cash out his winnings from the lottery. His lawyer and advisor, Michelle had already told him all that he needed to know. As long as he could prove infidelity during the marriage to a court then he could keep his assets. Technically, he and Victoria had gotten a prenuptial arrangement before they got married, courtesy of her parents, but Marcus knew the family. Once they found out that he was now going to be a millionaire, they would do everything possible to contest his winnings and swindle it all from under his nose. Hence, the urgent need to get evidence of Victoria’s infidelity with James. Marcus still wasn’t sure how to get such evidence as the only place he’d caught them was at the mansion. And although the mansion had cameras everywhere, he was sure that by now Victoria would have had it all erased to continue to be on the good side of her parents. Regardless, Marcus knew that since he w

Life had a strange way of pivoting when you least expected it. Marcus sat in Sarah's coffee shop, "The Daily Grind," staring at his laptop screen in disbelief. He had come over himself to speak about the business venture that Sarah had told him about when he stumbled on the most exciting news he had ever gotten. Sarah had walked away for a moment to handle something which gave him the opportunity to surf the internet. That’s when he had seen it.He'd bought a lottery ticket two days ago, a dollar spent on a whim while buying coffee. Now those six numbers glowing on his screen represented more money than the Wong family had ever dangled over his head. $347 million.“This can’t be real.” Marcus mumbled, his eyes widening at his luck. Just a few days ago, he was being thrown out of his home and left to fend for himself on the streets and now, he was the lottery winner of 347 million dollars just because he bought a ticket on a whim! It was unbelievable to say the least. "You look like

The next day had arrived and as early as he could, Marcus was already out of his motel room and was making his way to Sarah’s coffee shop. He had grappled with the idea of calling her since he now had her number but he settled on the fact that seeing and speaking to her face to face would be the better option.Marcus stepped out into the street, the morning air calming his nerves as he approached the Daily Grind. He got to the door and made a move to go in, when his eyes settled on the sign out front. Closed. Damn, he was too early. He looked around, wondering whether he should wait for Sarah to come or just head back to his room and call her later. In the end, he chose neither of those options. He was already outside, he might as well take a morning walk. God knows that he was tired of being cooped up in that moldy room.He went east, letting his feet take him wherever they liked. It’s not as if he had a place to go. He just needed to pass the time while waiting for Sarah to open sho

The Riverside Motel smelled of stale cigarettes and broken dreams. A fair thing since Macus’ life was now going down the drain. It had been only two days since he left the Wong mansion and already it felt like he had hit rock bottom. Not to mention the harrassing messages he got on the daily from the Wong family. Although he was no longer in the same house and accepting the abuse, keeping up with them over the phone was also exhausting. Marcus sat on the edge of the sagging bed, staring at the duffel bag that contained everything he'd been allowed to take from his life of the past five years. His laptop, a few changes of clothes, mostly three shirts and a change of pants and his father's watch. The rest remained locked behind the Wong family's gates, probably being packed away or destroyed under Eleanor's supervising eyes.He pulled some sites on his phone, wanting to see if there were any job openings around but then his eyes met something far worse. SON-IN-LAW OF THE WONG FAMILY H