𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Prologue

*EDITED*

Femi got down from the car and so did the two escorts - who'd accompanied the driver to the airport to fetch him. He inhaled and exhaled the fresh air and smiled as he did. It'd been a while since he'd been in Nigeria and now that he's back, he plans on actually enjoying his stay here. Two servants ran over to meet him, both wearing smiles on their faces.

"Welcome back, sir" they chorused and bowed their head in respect. This made Femi smile and chuckle all at the same time.

"Thank you" he replied, his masculine and yet charming voice filled the air. The two servants nodded and immediately opened the trunk of the car and took out his luggages.

His mother, Mrs. Omashola, came out of the house and smiled so widely immediately she set her eyes on her son - who had been away from Nigeria for five years studying Business and Accounting in the United States of America. She walked towards him with open arms and wrapped him in a bear hug. She was extremely delighted to see her son once again.

"My son, I've missed you so much. Look how grown and handsome you've become. I'm pretty sure all the girls would be falling head-over-heels in love with you" she praised him, smiling widely at him. Femi chuckled and broke the long hug. He was indeed extremely happy to see his mother again.

"Maami, always with the praises" he said, and his mother grinned again. "I've missed you too. I missed all of you" he added with an even bigger smile on his face.

A tall brown skinned man also came out of the house. He had almost the exact same features as his son. He had broad shoulders, just like Femi, and he had deep brown eyes, broad lips and a broad nose too. Femi, on the other hand, had broad shoulders - just like his dad's - a really impressive height and broad slightly, pink lips. He also had deep brown eyes that captivated the eyes of many, and beautiful set of pearly whites that made his smile really charming and captivating. Mrs. Omashola, on the other hand, was brown skinned too - although hers was a bit lighter than that of her husband and son - and she also had a small but pointed nose, light brown eyes and a beautiful set of pearly whites. She had an average height and a slightly plump body. She also had her brown artificial braids packed up in a ponytail.

"Femi, my boy!" His father called out with a big smile on his face, a hint of pride laced in every word. "Welcome back" he said and finally approached him and hugged him so tight.

Most of the servants and workers smiled as they watched this. But they immediately returned back to their various duties, the minute Mrs. Omashola gave them a look that read terror.

"How are you?" His dad asked, after pulling away from the hug, a smile still plastered on his face.

"I'm fine, dad. Good afternoon, sir" Femi replied with a smile still glued to his face. He couldn't contain the happiness he felt just by seeing his father again. Ever since he was a little boy, he has always been so close to his father. They were like best friends and shared a lot of things in common.

"Afternoon my son. I missed you a lot" Mr Omashola grinned. "Come in. I'm sure there's a lot we need to talk about" he smiled and held Femi's hand and they both walked into the house.

Mrs. Omashola could not hide her joy and smile, she was so happy to have her son back in the house. She silently thanked the Lord for bringing him back home safely and walked inside the two storey building which had been carefully adorned with flowers surrounding the entire building and astonishing exterior designs and decors which made the building seemingly prettier than it already was. The pool at the corner glowed a bright blue and the entire compound spelt out the word 'EXPENSIVE'.

"You there, don't just stand there. Go into the kitchen and make sure everything is in order" Mrs. Omashola ordered the servant who stood at a corner doing nothing.