Sometimes marrying rich men is risky

Chinedu, you must kill your mother to gain riches in abundance, and you will die once you hear a cry of a baby in your house.” The priest’s voice resonated through the shrine, his eyes glowing eerily in the dim light of the fire pit. The air smelled of burning herbs and blood, a concoction that made Chinedu’s stomach churn. He stared at the priest, his lips trembling. He had never imagined that seeking wealth would come with such a price.
The priest repeated his chilling words, snapping Chinedu out of his thoughts. “Decide now. Wealth beyond your dreams or a life of poverty.” Chinedu’s mind flashed back to his dilapidated childhood home, his father’s debts, and his mother’s frail hands from years of menial labor. Resolved, he nodded, his voice barely audible as he agreed. The ritual began that night, marked by chanting, animal sacrifices, and the cruelest act of all, the death of his mother. Chinedu’s heart broke, but as the priest assured him, he was reborn that night. The next day, his wealth began to multiply mysteriously, and contracts he had been denied suddenly came flooding in.

Adaeze, a radiant 25-year-old from Imo State, was no stranger to struggle. She often rose before the sun to fetch water from a nearby stream or help her mother roast corn by the roadside. Her father, a hardworking car mechanic, worked tirelessly to make ends meet, but the family’s income was meager. Despite the poverty surrounding her, Adaeze was known in her village for her beauty, grace, and kind heart.

On a hot Saturday afternoon, Adaeze carried a basket of yams on her way home from the market. Sweat trickled down her face, but her smile never wavered as she greeted neighbors along the way. As she walked down the dusty road, a sleek black car approached, its windows glinting in the sunlight. The driver honked persistently, and Adaeze, puzzled, stopped. “Excuse me, miss,” the driver called, stepping out of the car. He was tall, with an air of confidence and wealth.

The man introduced himself as Chinedu, a businessman from Imo State. His polished appearance and warm smile caught Adaeze off guard. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he began, his words smooth and deliberate. Adaeze, initially hesitant, tried to brush off his advances, but Chinedu’s persistence was unmatched.

For weeks, Chinedu called her, texted her, and even visited her family’s humble roadside stall, buying roasted corn and making small talk with her mother. His determination wore down Adaeze’s resistance, and eventually, she agreed to go on a date with him. Her family, though cautious, couldn’t deny the potential blessings a relationship with a wealthy man could bring.

Adaeze and Chinedu’s relationship grew quickly. He showered her with gifts, not only for her but for her family. New clothes, a generator for the house, and even a sewing machine for her mother’s business were just a few of the items Chinedu generously provided. Adaeze was initially overwhelmed but soon found herself falling for his charm and generosity.

Chinedu’s wealth seemed limitless. He took Adaeze on outings to expensive restaurants and weekend getaways to nearby resorts, experiences she had never imagined possible. Despite her growing love for Chinedu, a small voice in her heart warned her about the man who seemed too good to be true. But Adaeze silenced her doubts, choosing to focus on the happiness he brought into her life.

One evening, Chinedu knelt before Adaeze with a sparkling diamond ring in his hand. “Marry me, Adaeze,” he said, his voice steady and sincere. Tears welled in her eyes as she accepted. The news of their engagement spread through the village like wildfire.

Adaeze’s parents were overjoyed, and neighbors couldn’t hide their envy.
Preparations for the wedding began immediately. Chinedu spared no expense, hiring the best caterers, decorators, and designers. When the day arrived, Adaeze walked down the aisle in a gown fit for royalty. The church overflowed with dignitaries , all eager to witness the union of love and wealth. Adaeze’s happiness seemed complete, but the shadow of Chinedu’s dark secret loomed nearby.

After their honeymoon, Adaeze moved into Chinedu’s mansion, a massive duplex with every luxury she could dream of. She marveled at the chandeliers, marble floors, and sprawling gardens. “This is your home now,” Chinedu said, pulling her close. “But there’s one rule you must never break. The penthouse is off-limits.”

Adaeze’s curiosity was stimulated , but she nodded obediently. For weeks, she focused on settling into her new role as a wife, redecorating rooms and learning to manage the household staff. Yet, the locked door to the penthouse haunted her dreams, its presence a constant reminder of something forbidden.

When Adaeze discovered she was pregnant, her joy knew no bounds. She imagined a life filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of tiny feet. But at three months, she woke one night with sharp pains in her abdomen. By morning, her pregnancy was gone. Chinedu comforted her briefly but quickly moved on, leaving Adaeze to grieve alone.

The cycle repeated. Each time Adaeze conceived, she would lose the baby within months. Her body weakened, and her spirit dimmed. She cried herself to sleep most nights, unable to understand why her dreams of motherhood remained unfulfilled. Unknown to her, Chinedu was offering the blood of her miscarriages as sacrifices to the secret cult he served.

Adaeze became pregnant for the fifth time, but this pregnancy was different—it reached the eighth month. One stormy night, she went into labor, writhing in pain and begging Chinedu to take her to the hospital. He refused, his face cold and unfeeling. “You’ll be fine,” he muttered dismissively. Left with no choice, Adaeze delivered at home. But when the baby came, it wasn’t a child, it was worms. Horrified, Adaeze fainted at the sight of the scary creatures on the floor.

When she awoke hours later, the memory of the horrific birth replayed in her mind. Shaken and weak, she began to put the pieces together. This was no ordinary problem, something was deeply wrong with her marriage, and she vowed to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

Adaeze’s sorrow deepened with each miscarriage. The once lively and hopeful woman became quiet and withdrawn. Her mother noticed the change during one of her visits. “Adaeze, you’re not yourself,” her mother said as they sat in the kitchen. Adaeze hesitated but decided to share her pain. “Mama, I don’t understand why this keeps happening,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Her mother consoled her and suggested seeking spiritual help. “We must pray, my daughter. These things may have a spiritual cause.” Adaeze nodded but hesitated to take any action. Chinedu, meanwhile, remained indifferent to her suffering. Adaeze started to notice strange patterns in his behavior, particularly the nights he would leave the house without explanation. The locked penthouse also weighed heavily on her mind. What was her husband hiding?

One evening, while Chinedu was away on a business trip, Adaeze’s curiosity got the better of her. She retrieved the spare key Chinedu had carelessly left in his study and approached the penthouse door. Her hands trembled as she unlocked it. The room was dimly lit, with a faint smell of incense lingering in the air.

To her horror, the walls were adorned with strange symbols, and a blood-stained altar stood in the center. On the altar were objects she couldn’t comprehend—bones, candles, and a photo of her. Adaeze gasped, covering her mouth to stifle her scream. Panic set in, and she quickly locked the door and returned the key. That night, she prayed heavily , realizing her husband was involved in something far darker than she could have imagined.

When Chinedu returned, Adaeze couldn’t hold back her fear. “Chinedu, what’s in the penthouse?” she asked, her voice trembling. His face darkened, and he glared at her. “I told you never to go there!” he snapped. Adaeze recoiled at his anger. “What are you hiding? Why do I keep losing our babies?” she pressed.

Chinedu’s tone shifted. “It’s none of your concern, Adaeze. Some things are better left unknown.” His vague response did little to ease her mind. Instead, it fueled her determination to uncover the truth.

Desperate for answers, Adaeze confided in her mother, who took her to a local pastor known for his powerful prayers. After listening to Adaeze’s story, the pastor shook his head solemnly. “Your husband is bound by a covenant with darkness,” he revealed. “Your miscarriages are not natural. He is sacrificing your unborn children.”

Adaeze’s heart broke at the revelation. The pastor advised her to be cautious but prayerful. “Only the power of God can break this curse,” he said. With her faith renewed, Adaeze began to pray daily, asking God for protection and strength.

Adaeze’s prayers seemed to give her a sense of peace, but her situation remained dire. Chinedu became more secretive, often leaving the house at odd hours. One day, Adaeze found herself feeling unusually tired and nauseous. She suspected she was pregnant again but kept the news to herself.

Her mother, noticing her glowing skin, confronted her. “Adaeze, are you with child?” she asked. Adaeze hesitated before nodding. “Mama, I can’t lose this one,” she said, tears streaming down her face. Together, they decided to keep the pregnancy a secret, knowing Chinedu would find a way to harm the baby if he knew.

Chinedu began to suspect that Adaeze was hiding something. He noticed her loose clothing and sudden aversion to certain foods. “Are you pregnant again?” he asked one evening, his tone sharp. Adaeze shook her head, feigning surprise. “No, I’m just tired,” she replied, her heart racing.

To keep up the charade, Adaeze wore baggy buba gowns and tied her stomach tightly. She avoided Chinedu as much as possible, focusing on her prayers and preparations for the baby. She knew time was running out, and her husband’s suspicion was growing.

Chinedu grew restless as his business began to falter. The occult leader demanded another sacrifice, this time warning him of dire consequences if he failed. “You must bring the blood of your next child,” the leader said coldly. Chinedu, desperate to maintain his wealth, agreed.

Unaware that Adaeze was far along in her pregnancy, Chinedu focused on his rituals, oblivious to the battle his wife was fighting. Adaeze, meanwhile, relied on her mother and the pastor for strength, determined to save her unborn child.

One stormy night, Adaeze went into labor. Her mother and the pastor were by her side, praying fervently as she delivered her babies—a boy and a girl. The moment the first baby’s cry filled the air, Chinedu, who was in the penthouse performing a ritual, froze.

A sharp pain shot through his chest as the cries echoed in his ears. The curse had been fulfilled. Chinedu collapsed, his life draining away as the very wealth he had fought to protect consumed him.

When Adaeze learned of Chinedu’s death, she was overcome with mixed emotions, grief for the man she had once loved and relief that the curse was finally broken. The pastor and her mother reassured her that Chinedu’s death was the end of his dark legacy.

The pastor led prayers in the house, cleansing it of its demonic presence. “You and your children are free,” he declared. Adaeze knew she could no longer stay in the mansion. It held too many painful memories.

With the help of the church, Adaeze moved into a modest but comfortable apartment. The community rallied around her, donating clothes, food, and money to help her start afresh. Determined to provide for her twins, she opened a boutique, selling beautiful clothes and shoes.

Adaeze’s strength and resilience became an inspiration to others. Though her journey had been marked by pain and loss, she found solace in her children and the new life she had built. The cries of her babies were no longer a curse but a testament to her victory over darkness.

In conclusion most people marry because of money and sometimes beauty, all you need to do is to ask questions about the person.

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