Shattered Trust, Unbroken Love

Chapter 52

The dimly lit chamber buzzed with tension as Othman and General Mustapha pored over a map of Daura. Key locations were marked, each representing strongholds and networks tied to Hanifah’s lingering influence.

“This isn’t just a political rivalry anymore,” Othman said, his voice low but firm. “Hanifah has turned this into a covert war against the Royal family. If we don’t act decisively, she could destabilize the entire kingdom.”

General Mustapha nodded, tracing a finger over the map. “Her loyalists are entrenched in the palace, the council, and even the regional military. Our informants have identified three critical nodes we need to dismantle: her financing channels, her communication network, and the safe house where her strategists are operating.”

Othman leaned back, his eyes narrowing in thought. “Do we have definitive proof of her safe house?”

“Ruqayyah confirmed its location,” Mustapha replied. “But taking it down won’t be easy. She warned us that it’s heavily guarded, and any misstep could expose her as our mole.”

Othman’s jaw tightened. “Then we move carefully. We can’t afford to lose Ruqayyah now.”

That night, under the cover of darkness, a small team led by General Mustapha launched an operation against one of Hanifah’s key financing hubs—a warehouse on the outskirts of the capital.

As the team infiltrated the site, they found stacks of documents and crates of cash being moved under the supervision of armed guards. Mustapha signaled to his men, and within moments, a silent but precise takedown unfolded.

By dawn, the warehouse was secured, and the evidence of Hanifah’s financial operations was brought to Othman.

“This is enough to cripple her funding for weeks,” Mustapha said, placing the documents on the table. “But she’ll know we’re closing in. We need to anticipate her next move.”

Othman nodded, studying the evidence. “She’ll tighten her grip on her remaining operations. That’s where we strike next.”

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In her hidden sanctuary, Hanifah paced furiously as one of her loyalists delivered the news of the warehouse raid.

“They’re escalating,” she said, her voice laced with venom. “Othman and that insufferable General Mustapha think they’ve cornered me. But they underestimate how deep my roots go.”

She turned to her strategist, a shadowy figure known only as Yasir. “Mobilize our contingency plan. If they want a war, we’ll give them one. Spread disinformation within the council and the military. Make them doubt Othman’s authority. And send a message to our loyalists in the palace—we need to increase the pressure on the Royal family.”

Yasir hesitated. “What about the safe house? It’s not secure anymore.”

Hanifah’s eyes narrowed. “Relocate the strategists immediately. But leave a trail—a false one. Let them think they’re winning.”

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As Othman and Mustapha reviewed the intelligence from the raid, a troubling pattern emerged.

“This doesn’t add up,” Othman said, scanning the latest reports. “She’s letting us get too close. It’s almost as if she wants us to follow her trail.”

Mustapha frowned. “A trap.”

Othman nodded. “We need to be smarter. Double-check all intelligence and cross-reference it with Ruqayyah’s reports. And prepare for an internal sweep of the palace. If she has infiltrators among the council or the guards, we need to root them out before she strikes again.”