Chapter 3 Lagos is watching

By morning, Lagos had decided Cynthia-Rose's fate for her.

She didn't even need to open her phone to know. The air itself felt heavy, like something bad had already happened. When she finally picked up her phone, notifications flooded the screen.

She had lots of messages, missed calls and mentions on her social media handles. Blogs, headlines, gramgist, threads, they all carry the news.

'WHO IS THE YOUNG BEAUTY LINKED TO CHIEF FREDRICK MBA?'

'FROM STRUGGLE TO BILLIONAIRE'S WOMAN?'

'LOVE OR BUSINESS?'

'INSIDE LAGOS'

MOST TALKED ABOUT CONNECTION.'

Her hands shook.

"Mama!" she called out.

Her mother rushed in, phone clutched to her chest.

"Cynthia... people are calling."

"Who?" Cynthia-Rose asked, though she already knew.

"Church people, distant relatives. Even people I don't know."

Cynthia-Rose laughed bitterly. "They didn't call when we couldn't pay rent."

Her mother didn't answer.

Chuka burst in, eyes wide. "Cynthia, this thing don big pass us."

She sat on the bed slowly. "So this is how it starts."

The world had taken a story that wasn't even finished and already written the ending.

******

She tried to step outside later that day, wearing a cap and dark glasses. It didn't help.

Two women whispered loudly as she passed.

"Na her be that."

"Small girl sharp."

A man stared too long.

She felt naked.

Back inside, she locked the door and slid down against it, breathing hard. Fear crawled under her skin. Not fear of Chief Fredrick Mba, but fear of the city itself.

Her phone rang again. Chief Fredrick Mba. She stared at the name, anger bubbling up.

She answered. "Sir."

"You should not be outside today," he said calmly.

Her jaw clenched. "So now you're controlling where I go?"

"No," he replied. "I'm protecting you."

"I didn't ask for protection."

"You didn't ask for attention either" he said. "Yet here we are."

Silence.

"This will calm down," he continued. "If you accept." The words landed heavy.

"And if I don't?" she asked. A pause, short, dangerous.

"Then you will need thicker skin." The call ended. Cynthia-Rose threw the phone onto the bed.

"So that's it," she whispered. "Say yes and the noise stops. Say no and Lagos eats me alive."

*********

That evening, Toke came over unannounced. She didn't knock. She just walked in and hugged Cynthia-Rose tightly.

"You okay?" Toke asked softly. Cynthia-Rose laughed weakly.

"Do I look okay?" They sat on the floor, backs against the sofa. "I checked," Toke said. "This thing is not random. Somebody pushed the story out."

Cynthia-Rose's heart skipped. "Who?"

Toke hesitated. "I don't know. But stories like this don't move without money."

Cynthia-Rose closed her eyes. "So even if I say no," she said slowly, "they won't let me go." Toke nodded.

"Welcome to power."

Tears burned behind Cynthia-Rose's eyes. "I just wanted a normal life."

Toke squeezed her hand. "Normal doesn't survive Lagos."

*******

That night, another message came.

'Come with me tomorrow. You need to see something.'

No greeting, No explanation.

She didn't reply.

Still, the next morning, a black SUV waited downstairs. The driver opened the door politely.

"Madam, Chief sent me."

She hesitated only a second before stepping in. If the city was already dragging her, she might as well see where the road led.

*******

They drove far. Past Ikoyi. Past Lekki. Toward quiet wealth.

They stopped at a private estate. Guards saluted.

Chief Fredrick Mba stood waiting. "You look angry," he said.

"I am," she replied.

"Good," he said calmly. "Anger means you still care." He led her inside a smaller house. Simple, No excess.

"This is where I started," he said. "Before the towers. Before the name." She looked around, confused.

"Why are you showing me this?" she asked.

"Because you think I am a monster," he replied. "I am not. I am a man who learned early that love doesn't feed you."

She crossed her arms. "So you replaced love with control?"

He smiled faintly. "I replaced hunger with power." They sat. "You are afraid," he said. "Not of me. Of becoming like me."

Her throat tightened. "I don't want to lose myself," she whispered.

"You won't," he said. "You will evolve."

She shook her head. "That's what people say before they disappear." Silence stretched.

"Let me be honest," he said finally. "If you walk away, I won't chase you."

Relief flickered, then died. "But Lagos will not forget you" he added. "And I won't protect you from it."

She stood abruptly. "So this is blackmail."

"No," he replied. "This is reality."

She laughed, tears slipping out. "You really believe you're doing me a favor."

"I am," he said softly. "Just not the kind you imagined as a child."

******

That night, Cynthia-Rose couldn't stop shaking.

She looked at her mother sleeping on the sofa. At Chuka's school books stacked neatly.

She opened her phone. Typed, deleted, typed again.

What happens after I say yes?

The reply came almost instantly.

Then we stop pretending.

Her chest tightened.

She looked around the room one last time.

This life. This struggle. This freedom.

Was it even real anymore?

Outside, Lagos roared.

Inside, Cynthia-Rose whispered the words she was afraid to admit.

"Maybe I don't have a choice."

And somewhere in the quiet, Chief Fredrick Mba waited.