The skyline of Emerald City gleamed under the silver moon, but beneath its towering buildings, another world existed—a world that belonged to those with power, wealth, and secrets that could topple nations.
And at the center of it all stood Ochieng, no longer a man in hiding.
Tonight, he was a ghost who had returned to claim what was his.
Inside a penthouse that overlooked the city, the scent of jasmine and red wine lingered in the air. A woman sat on the silk sheets, her golden hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her voice was a whisper in the night.
"Tell me, Ochieng… do you ever regret coming back?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he traced a finger along the rim of his glass, his eyes distant.
"Regret?" His lips curled. "Regret is for those who have the luxury of choosing their past."
The woman—Clarissa, a beauty so untouchable that even billionaires could only dream of her—tilted her head.
"And yet… you chose to disappear. To abandon everything."
He finally met her gaze. "Did I?"
Because in reality, he had never left. He had only watched from the shadows, waiting.
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Across the city, in a private lounge where only the wealthiest dared to step, glasses clinked over whispered bets.
A man in an emerald-green suit tapped his cigar against an ashtray. "The underworld is shifting."
Another man, younger but just as dangerous, chuckled. "And you think he's the reason?"
Silence.
Then, an older voice cut through the smoke-filled air.
"Ochieng was never just a reason. He was the storm itself."
A pause. Then, laughter—dark, knowing laughter.
Because they all knew.
If Ochieng was back, the world was about to change.
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At a university on the other side of town, a young woman sat at a café, her fingers gripping a book she wasn't reading.
Because her eyes were locked on the man across the room.
Her professor.
Ochieng.
The man she had dreamed about. The man she should never want.
And yet…
As he lifted his gaze, their eyes met.
And in that single moment, she knew—
Some lines were meant to be crossed.
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At a private estate where wealth was measured in bloodlines, a storm brewed.
Ochieng's return was not just a threat to Kieran's empire—it was a direct challenge to the most powerful families in the world.
Because Ochieng was not just a billionaire.
He was the heir to a legacy so terrifying that even trillionaires whispered his name with caution.
And now… they had a choice.
Bow to him.
Or be erased.
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