THE TREE GIRL

The forest does not forgive. And neither does she.
Chiyere was supposed to be dead.
She was dead - her blood spilled on the same ancient soil her killers now plan to sell, burn, and bury forever. The Ovia Forest watched her die. And then it made a choice.
Now something wears her face.
She walks with Chiyere's heartbeat, carries her memories like borrowed clothes, but behind those eyes lives something older than the city that wants to swallow this forest whole. A spirit. A sentence. A reckoning dressed in a dead girl's skin - sent by Ovia itself to stop what no human hand could.
The plan to destroy the forest isn't just greed. It's coordinated. Funded. Protected by the most powerful men in the country - men who sit in boardrooms and call it development while their hands are still stained with ritual blood. At the center of it all: Chief Rossi. Philanthropist. Patriarch. And the same man whose altar swallowed Chiyere whole.
He built an empire on sacrifice. Now he is weeks away from building something worse.
She cannot fight them from the outside. So she goes in the only way a dead girl can - through the one person in that family who still has something left to lose.
His son. Deji.
He doesn't know what his father is. He doesn't know what she is either. But if she plays this right - gets close enough, deep enough - she can unravel this family from the inside out before the first tree falls.
The problem? The longer she wears this body, the more she starts to feel like the girl who lived in it.
And feelings are dangerous when you're supposed to be a weapon.
The forest sent her to burn them down. But what happens when the fire starts to hesitate?
Join the resistance. The reclaiming has begun.