The Untainted
Chapter 91 – Unmasked
The news spread like wildfire.
It reached everyone whose lives had become intertwined with Rihannat's safety.
Her biological family, who had only recently found the daughter they thought they had lost forever.
The Abbas family, who had already accepted her as their future daughter-in-law and were prepared to protect her at all costs.
The Mustopha family, desperate to atone for the mistakes that had haunted them for years.
And somewhere in the shadows, Segun and Bayo—two men who no longer knew whether they were still master of the game or players, or mere spectators in a game that had spiraled beyond their control.
By the time the investigation concluded, every lie Bilal had carefully woven over the years unraveled before the authorities, families and Rayyan parents.
Bilal assistant was so happy, mocking his devastated boss who felt like the sky was collapsing on him.
His assistant was overjoyed and over the moon for having his boss peeled his ugly mask. He might even whistle if not for pitying Bilal's grandfather.
He had warned Bilal that God will punish him unless he seek the lady's forgiveness but he didn't take heed to his words. He was even trying to force her back to himself. "What an idiot, as if there is no God!"
Bilal's deception...
His manipulation...
His forged image as the perfect gentleman...
Everything was laid bare.
The police launched an intensive search for the fifteen missing girls, but every lead ended in disappointment. They searched abandoned buildings, hotels, and hideouts. Days passed with no trace.
Then, on the morning of the third day...
The impossible happened.
The girls appeared at the entrance of the police station.
No one knew where they had come from.
No one saw who dropped them off.
It was as though they had materialized from thin air.
The once elegant daughters of influential families now looked almost unrecognizable.
Their designer clothes had become filthy rags, stained with mud, body fluids and dried blood. Their hair was tangled beyond recognition, and the overpowering stench clinging to them caused several officers to instinctively cover their noses.
Fear haunted every face of the girls.
Not a single one dared to lift her head.
Before the officers could begin questioning them, another storm erupted online.
Countless photographs and videos of the girls flooded social media from an anonymous source.
The uploads contained explicit and immodest content that left the public horrified. Showing only the girls faces and voices, while the men who took turns on them in the background were not recorded.
Even more shocking were the detailed records attached alongside them.
The Dark Angels evil record.
Years of bullying.
Extortion.
Blackmail.
Abuse.
Harassment.
Every known crime they had committed against fellow students had been meticulously documented.
Almost at the same time, Segun anonymously submitted an equally detailed file to the police. With the hash tag "Black Angels"
The evidence was overwhelming.
There was nowhere left to hide.
The girls knew it.
Broken beyond pride, they confessed far more quickly than the investigators expected.
Their fear of prison was nothing compared to the terror that still gripped their hearts.
They would rather spend years behind bars than ever cross paths with Segun again.
The memory of those terrifying days remained vivid.
The cruelty...
The humiliation...
The nightmare they themselves had once planned for innocent victims had returned upon them with unimaginable severity.
Now they understood, if only too late, the horror they had done and still intended to inflict on others.
As the scandal dominated social media and every university forum, public outrage intensified.
For the first time, wealth proved powerless.
Their influential parents exhausted every connection they had, but the government refused to interfere.
The case had become too public.
Too disgraceful.
Too serious.
The girls were formally arraigned before the court.
Bilal stood trial alongside them.
Although his punishment was considerably lighter—thanks to the Whitney family's swift intervention to protect their reputation—the damage to his carefully crafted image was irreversible.
And thanks to his creator, he wasn't the gang friend or member. It was his first time of knowing them, his lawyer had to claim he was just asking about his wife -Rayyan, from them. And since there was no legal or paper evidence to claim they work together, he was granted bail.
The female judge asked him to pay a big fine to the Rayyan after going through the papers about him on her table and dismiss him.
The mask had finally fallen.
The man admired by many was exposed as a fraud.
A hypocrite.
A manipulator.
A wolf disguised in piety.
The whispers followed him wherever he went.
"A green snake hidden beneath green grass."
"So this is the righteous man?"
"He destroyed his wife's reputation just to protect his own."
"He made everyone believe Rayyan was the problem."
"What a disgrace."
"He deserved every bit of this."
Unable to bear the judging stares and silent condemnation, Bilal left the country on the second evening after securing bail.
But running away could never outrun shame.
Ironically, Bilal was now experiencing only a fraction of what Rayyan had endured.
For years, she had carried the crushing weight of false accusations.
She had been mocked.
Rejected.
Looked down upon simply because society believed the lies of a man who appeared righteous in public while living a completely different life behind closed doors.
Now the truth stood before everyone.
And it was uglier than anyone had imagined.
Meanwhile, Basit, Rihannat's parents, and the Mustopha family remained astonished by the unexpected turn of events.
None of them could understand how everything had unfolded so perfectly.
"Who did this?"
"How was all this evidence gathered?"
"Who exposed them?"
Question after question filled their minds.
Yet none of them had an answer.
In the end, they simply raised their hands in gratitude.
"Alhamdulillah."
Whoever the mysterious helper was, Allah had undoubtedly used them as a means to protect Rihannat and her friends and expose falsehood.
That same weekend...
Seifullah made a decision.
He had delayed long enough.
Without informing Rayyan—who was still on campus attending lectures—he obtained her family address and drove to her parents' home.
Mr. and Mrs. Adewale welcomed him with visible surprise.
The couple had changed greatly over the past few days.
The videos exposing Bilal's true character had shattered every illusion they once held.
The man they had trusted...
The son-in-law they had defended...
The husband they had forced their daughter to endure...
Was nothing like the man he had pretended to be.
Behind closed doors, Bilal drank alcohol.
He smoked.
He chased women.
He frequented clubs.
He lived a life completely opposite to the image of a practicing Muslim he had carefully displayed before them.
Worst of all...
Instead of believing their own daughter, they had believed him, a stranger.
They had called Rayyan a liar.
Dismissed her tears.
Blamed her for a marriage she had desperately tried to save.
Their hearts burned with regret.
No apology could erase the pain they had caused their child.
As Seifullah sat before them with calm confidence, his purpose was clear.
He had not come to exchange pleasantries.
Nor had he come out of sympathy.
He came because he had already made up his mind.
Looking respectfully at Rayyan's father, he spoke with unwavering sincerity.
"I am here today because I wish to seek your permission and blessings."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"I intend to marry your daughter, Rayyan... if she is willing to accept me."
Silence descended upon the room.
Neither parent had expected those words.
"If she's willing to marry me."
Not after everything their daughter had been through.
Not so soon.
Yet, as they looked into Seifullah's steady eyes, they saw no trace of pity.
Only respect.
Only sincerity.
Only honour.
Hope quietly entered and settled into their hearts.
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