Chapter 11: Resolution Despite the undeniable attraction and connection she felt with James, she was acutely aware of the world she had stumbled into – a world filled with secrecy, rivalry, and potentially dangerous agendas. Beatrice had always been independent and cautious, and the prospect of being drawn into a malevolent organization was something she was determined to avoid. The bus arrived, and Beatrice boarded with a heavy heart and a cloud of uncertainty hanging over her. She was resolved to seek the truth and understand the depths of the enigma she had become a part of. The story of the Eagles and their rogue captain was over as far as she was concerned. She does not need any of this drama or darkness, she decided. She was going to take her own action and she was doing it now. Beatrice sat in her room, a mixture of emotions coursing through her veins. The events of the past few days had left her in a state of confusion. On one hand, there was the intrigue and allure of Jam

Yvonne eagerly anticipated Beatrice's return to Lagos, and she couldn't help but wonder what stories her friend would bring back from her time at the university. She had missed Beatrice's company and the lively conversations they shared. As she strolled along the sun-drenched streets of Lagos, Yvonne's thoughts were filled with excitement about the impending reunion. She knew that Beatrice had embarked on a new journey by choosing the university in Ife. Beatrice wanted to be far from home and become an independent person in her own right, away from parental and family influences. Having to go back to school for this resit alone was depressing and a lonely time for her. Now that it is all over and she got tangled with the Eagles! How on earth did her lil sis cum friend manage that? James Keegan of all people. Yvonne was eager to hear all about it, both the highs and lows of her experiences. While Yvonne couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry for her friend's well-being, she knew

James found himself unable to immediately call Beatrice after she left. He was deeply conflicted, torn between his protective instincts and his more carnal desires. He couldn't comprehend why he felt this way about her, and he struggled with the notion that she was a forbidden territory due to his inexplicable urge to shield her. Part of him wanted to blame her for being so captivating and alluring, while another part recognized her clear aversion to becoming entangled with him. He had never experienced such inner turmoil before. He prided himself on being a law unto himself, but this situation had him questioning everything. As he grappled with his feelings, his phone incessantly rang and buzzed throughout the day. It was mainly the Eagles trying to get in touch, but every time the phone rang, he secretly hoped it was Beatrice. However, he understood that she had every right to be disappointed in him. The internal conflict within James had him on edge, and he knew he needed

Marian understood Beatrice better than anyone else. She had given her daughter the space to become her own person and chase her aspirations. So, as the time came to say goodbye and head back to school, it was a heartfelt farewell. Beatrice was filled with gratitude for her mom's unwavering support and understanding. She knew that no matter how far she went, her mom's love and encouragement would be with her every step of the way. Beatrice reflected on her relationship with her dad. While he was always busy with work, she appreciated the moments when he was present. He may not have had much time, but when he was home, he dedicated it to his wife. Despite his demanding schedule, Beatrice felt grateful for the family bonds they shared. As George carefully lifted Beatrice's suitcase and placed it into the trunk of his car, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the scene. The rhythmic hum of cicadas in the background underscored the bittersweet moment of departure. B

In the bustling heart of the town, as the academic semester resumed, so did the influx of sugar daddies and lecherous politicians, eagerly seeking out their next conquests among the naive and impressionable girls on campus. The intricate network of political patrons and their machinations became a palpable force, both influential and fiercely competitive. In this arena, the strength of political connections and affiliation with clandestine cult organizations determined the hierarchy of Godfatherism. The campus served as a fertile ground for these power dynamics to play out. The sugar daddies, seasoned in the art of manipulation and exploitation, were on the lookout for fresh faces—innocent souls easily swayed by promises of luxury and opulence. Meanwhile, the politicians, driven by insatiable appetites, sought to add young, impressionable companions to their entourage, creating a twisted web of relationships that blurred the lines between mentorship and exploitation. Read more