Richer, and Quieter Inside

The first rule wasn’t about money. It was about silence. The man leaned forward and said,

“If you fall in love, you lose everything.” Then more followed. No family questions.

No sleeping at home on certain nights. No refusing a call—ever. Amara nodded, though her chest

felt tight. Then he said the part he saved for last. “You will not die,”

he said calmly. “But something close to you will.” That was when fear arrived.

But hunger was already seated. Amara agreed. Money rushed in like it had been

waiting. Transfers. Alerts. Cash that smelled new.

People treated her differently. In Owojẹ, wealth answers questions before they’re asked.