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Chapter 1

    Homecoming              The Nigerian sun beat down relentlessly on Deji as he stepped out of Murtala Muhammed Airport, its heat feeling sharper, more intense than the sun he had grown accustomed to in the U.S. It was Sunday, and Lagos was bustling even on a day of rest, as though the city itself had no off switch. The familiar, chaotic hum enveloped him—fuel fumes, dust, and the constant movement of people. His heartbeat quickened, partly because of the humidity and partly because of the weight of his mission. This trip was not a family reunion or a vacation. It was personal. And dangerous.      His phone vibrated in his pocket as he made his way through the crowded terminal. The screen lit up with a video call from Ada. Her face appeared, warm but shadowed by concern. “You’ve landed?” she asked softly, though her dark eyes betrayed the worry she had tried so hard to hide.    ...

Chapter 10

  Reflections Deji scrolled through his phone in silence, his face clouded. Ada glanced at him from across the couch, where she sat cradling their one-year-old daughter, Little Ify. The late-night news echoed faintly from the television in the background, the headlines painting a grim picture: Billions Missing in Flood Relief Fund. Deji sighed and tossed his phone onto the coffee table, running a hand over his face. Ada shifted closer, their daughter gurgling happily in her lap. “What’s wrong, Deji?” “Same old thing,” he replied, gesturing toward his phone. “Another scandal back home. Billions gone, and no one will face consequences. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother keeping tabs on that country.” Ada placed her hand on his. “You bother because you care. You always have.” He gave a wry smile, shaking his head. “Caring never seems to change anything. Look at everything we went through—what Femi, Onos, even you, had to endure. And yet, here we are a year later, and it’s like none ...

Chapter 9

Freedom at Last The morning air buzzed with a tense energy, as if holding its breath. After arranging the call between Deji and Ada, barrister Okafor had left the hospital  with quiet urgency, heading straight to the high court. The news of the hearing had already spread like wildfire, and anticipation gripped everyone. The final verdict on Deji’s release and Ada’s vindication felt within reach, yet each passing hour dragged painfully, stretching the suspense as the nation awaited the court’s decision. The end of their ordeal felt close—just a few more steps until freedom. In the courtroom, barrister Okafor was in his element, moving with a confidence that only came from years of defending clients under pressure. Yet even his usual resolve was tested by a clerk with an agenda of his own. This clerk, a young man with a smirk that never seemed to leave his face, had been dragging his feet since the morning, deliberately misplacing essential paperwork as a way to stall the process. ...

In the Shadows of Justice

In a nation where corruption rules and power silences the innocent, Deji Adegbite’s pursuit of truth sets off a chain of events that no one could foresee. Determined to expose a powerful senator's darkest secrets, Deji’s mission is derailed when he is falsely accused and imprisoned, leaving him to fight for justice from behind bars. Ada stands at the crossroads of betrayal, greed, and justice. As allies reveal their true colors and enemies close in, her loyalty to Deji becomes a beacon of hope. Yet, every step she takes toward unraveling the conspiracy pushes her further into the depths of a corrupt system willing to destroy anyone who challenges it. In the Shadows of Justice is a gripping tale of power and betrayal, where greed fuels chaos and courage tests the limits of loyalty. With lives and legacies hanging in the balance, who will rise, and who will fall? The answers lie in the shadows. Enjoy Reading Chapter 1

Chapter 8

 The Clean Up The quiet Friday morning stretched over the city, deceptively calm after days of chaos. As the first call to prayer echoed across the cityscape, stirring the faithful from their sleep, something ominous was already unfolding behind closed doors. News of an upcoming presidential address spread like wildfire across every media outlet.With a tension that hung in the air, people where eagerly waiting to hear what the president has to say. Inside the presidential villa, aides shuffled nervously around the president, whose face was a practiced mask of calm. He sat at his grand desk, leaning back as if at ease, but the silence in the room hinted otherwise. They briefed him on the security fallout—the protests sparked by the Bala scandal were spreading like wildfire, and tensions were high in several major cities. People wanted answers. People wanted heads. One of the aides, visibly anxious, leaned in close. “Sir, we’re seeing mass gatherings. Citizens are furious; they want ...