In a matter of minutes, they pulled up to the Njemanze Villa, an opulence mansion that shimmered under the afternoon sun. Stepping out of the gold Lamborghini, Michael reached for Chioma's hand, his touch sending a comforting warmth through her. Inside, the air hung heavy with a silence that felt more suffocating than the opulent décor. Patricia stood by the grand staircase, her posture rigid, a diamond necklace glinting coldly against her black and white dress. As Michael squeezed Chioma's hand, Patricia offered a curt nod, her lips pressed into a thin line—a cold stare that lingered on Chioma a beat too long, sending shivers down Chioma's spine.
'You're so foolish,' Patricia muttered under her breath, the disdain evident in her narrowed eyes. She then approached them, hugging Michael tightly and kissing him on the forehead before turning to Chioma and giving her a brief pat. The smile that graced Patricia's lips was thin and unconvincing, failing to reach her eyes. It was clear that Patricia didn't approve of Chioma.
Disappointment clouded Patricia's eyes. This wasn't the woman she had envisioned for her son. Patricia had expected her son to choose a classy, socialite girl after ending things with Jessica. However, she was disappointed. Jessica was right, Patricia thought. This girl didn't possess a face that could stop time, nor did her body inspire awe. Compared to a stunning woman like Jessica, she was rather ordinary. Was Michael under some spell?
Even her clothes were unremarkable. Apart from looking young and neat, there was nothing extraordinary about her appearance. And above all, she came from a poor background, hailing from a filthy slum. How am I supposed to manage this girl from the slums as my son's girlfriend?
Jessica, with her flawless face and designer clothings, had seemed the perfect match. But Chioma, in her simple yet elegant dress, was...ordinary. 'Where's the breathtaking beauty, the socialite charm?' Patricia mumbled, a scoff escaping her lips that scraped against the silence.
Chioma, meanwhile, was captivated by the grandeur around her. She looked at the house in awe. She had read about the Njemanze Villa in a magazine, describing its European-style architecture and how a renowned European designer was hired to bring the family's taste to life. Could this truly be a European-style building, or perhaps an American one? She wondered if the study had elegantly arranged European or American bookshelves. The house was grand and magnificent, giving her the impression that there must be over a hundred domestic helpers, each with their own duties. Nevertheless, she wasn't there to count the number of servants or tour the house. She simply admired the luxurious, breathtaking villa, illuminated by the golden splendor of the sunlight. But she couldn't ask Michael to show her around because she sensed that she wasn't welcome. The furnishings were the kind that left one in awe, something she had only seen in foreign movies. The air held a faint scent of expensive perfume and something else, a clean, polished aroma that spoke of meticulous upkeep. Her eyes darted around, imagining the lives lived within these opulent walls. But a pang of self-consciousness struck her. I feel not welcomed? she thought, feeling a thousand eyes scrutinise her simple dress and cheap flats.
Michael's hand brushed against hers, a silent reassurance. His touch felt warm against her cool hand, calming her nerves under Patricia's cold stare. Michael even shifted his body slightly to stand a bit closer between Chioma and Patricia as if offering a shield. The warmth of his touch and his unspoken protectiveness eased some of Chioma's anxiety.
'Son, can we talk for a minute?' Edward said as he descended the stairs in his casual black suit.
Michael glanced at his father, then back at Chioma, a silent apology lingering in his eyes. 'I'll be right back,' he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead. The gesture felt tender and protective, causing Chioma to feel comforted and warm.
Chioma nodded with a smile. It was apparent to anyone that Edward was Michael's father, given their striking resemblance. Although Edward was aging, it was clear he had been every woman's dream during his prime. Michael had kissed her forehead in front of his parents before leaving with his father, leaving Chioma alone with Patricia. She wondered if Patricia would take this opportunity to launch her attack. Chioma clutched her bag tightly, smiling nervously at Patricia, hoping that Michael would return soon. Patricia silently studied Chioma, making her feel extremely uncomfortable under the weight of her icy stare.
'I'm glad to have finally met you in person,' Chioma said, attempting to start a conversation, her voice trembling slightly. 'You're so beautiful.' The compliment, though sincere, felt fragile on her tongue, a humble attempt to bridge the growing chasm between them.
Chioma sincerely admired Patricia, who looked graceful in her black and white patterned dress, diamond drop earrings, and ankle strap pumps. She had only seen Patricia in magazines and newspapers, always exuding elegance in every outfit she wore. But seeing her in person made Chioma admire her even more. She was even more beautiful in real life than in the media. However, Chioma wished that Patricia would accept her for her son. First impressions mattered, and she wanted to make this visit a memorable one. Unfortunately, Patricia didn't smile and seemed disapproving, clearly signalling an unwelcome visit.
Patricia's eyes narrowed. The compliment hung in the air, unacknowledged. Chioma shifted under Patricia's gaze, the grandness of the house suddenly suffocating.
'What is it that you actually love about my son, his wealth or his looks?' Patricia said coldly. 'And you should have had the sense not to accept a man who already had a fiancée.'
Chioma wasn't surprised by Patricia's attitude; she had anticipated such a reaction. Nevertheless, she remained silent and smiled politely. Since Patricia didn't acknowledge Chioma's compliment about her, Chioma decided to take another approach to impress her.
Sensing a different approach was needed, Chioma took a deep breath. 'This house is so beautiful. It looks like a palace, it might even surpass Buckingham Palace,' Chioma said, trying to make conversation. 'I really like it.'
'Yes, we live in a beautiful house.' Patricia replied curtly, her voice devoid of warmth. 'But it's unfortunate that you won't get to share in it,' Patricia retorted sharply. 'Jessica is the only woman I will accept for my son.'
Chioma smiled, finding it perplexing how someone so beautiful and classy could be so unpleasant. 'I hope to get a tour of this house,' Chioma said. 'Even if I don't have the chance to come here again, I could take pictures as a memento.'
Patricia pursed her lips at Chioma's comment. 'I hope you don't daydream too much. My son will end up with a woman from his own class, not a cheat like you. You deceived not only my son but also Felix. Girls like you, who come from dark, filthy slums, should settle for men of your own class. Don't dream of being a princess because it's something you'll never be.'
Chioma's smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of hurt crossing her eyes. 'She has no right to speak of me like that,' she thought, clenching her fists slightly.
'Mum, it seems you've become quite talkative lately,' Michael interjected as he descended the stairs. 'Was this your plan with Dad, to interrogate Chioma while I was away?'
'Oh, son, you're here,' Patricia gasped, pretending to be shocked. 'I was just having a normal conversation with Chioma.' Her voice dripped with ridicule.
'Mum, how could you leave my guest standing? You should have offered her a seat,' Michael tried to conceal his anger.
Chioma glanced at Michael and reassured him with a smile. 'It's okay, Michael. I don't mind standing.'
Patricia wanted to say something hurtful about Chioma's background, but instead, she retorted, 'I was so engrossed in her fascinating stories that I forgot seats exist in this world.'
'Can I hear these stories too?' Michael wasn't fooled. He could sense his mother's disdain towards Chioma. Why else would she subject her to so many random questions before offering a seat?
Patricia grinned. 'I was quite intrigued by her tale of poverty.' Her words carried a thinly veiled meaning that both Michael and Chioma understood all too well.
'The food is ready,' the butler interjected, informing them of the meal.
'We can continue our conversation at the dining table,' Patricia said to Chioma as they all turned towards the dining area.
The dining room exuded opulence and modernity. A crystal chandelier cast a warm glow over the table adorned with an array of delectable dishes—lobster tails, roasted duck, and plates overflowing with exotic vegetables, unlike anything Chioma had ever seen before. The aroma of expensive spices filled the air, making her stomach grumble. It was clear that money was abundant for the family, and nothing was lacking. The table was adorned with an array of delectable dishes, reminiscent of those served in upscale western restaurants.
As they settled down to eat, Patricia turned her attention to Chioma. 'What did your father die of?' she enquired, her tone slightly probing. Edward joined them at the table after a brief delay.
'He had an accident,' Chioma replied, focusing on her fried rice. She tried her best to eat with proper etiquette, mindful of not irking Michael's parents with her humble dining habits.
Crystal platters shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers, revealing a feast that promised tastes beyond her wildest dreams. The extravagant meal was unlike anything Chioma had experienced in her entire life. Each bite was a burst of flavour, a world away from her usual meals at Star Restaurant or at home. As she ate, she couldn't help but steal glances at the others. Michael savoured his food with practiced ease, while Edward maintained a stoic silence. Patricia, however, seemed to dissect every bite, her posture rigid and her expression unreadable. She observed that they all ate with impeccable table manners, unlike herself, who often prioritised satisfying her love for food over maintaining a poised image.
Michael paid no mind to his parents' behaviour and continued to serve food onto Chioma's plate. This was something he had never done for Jessica, and the sight bothered Patricia.
'What about your mother?' Patricia continued her interrogation.
'She sells fruits in the market,' Chioma replied.
'I see, she's a fruit vendor,' Patricia commented, a tinge of condescension in her tone.
Chioma felt a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance that Patricia was taking an interest in her background. She wished that Patricia's irritating demeanour was merely a facade.
'And your brother?' Patricia probed further.
'He's a mechanic, and I work as a waitress at Star Restaurant,' Chioma responded.
'Oh, the famous low-class restaurant,' Patricia scoffed. 'Your presence there must have turned it into a hub of gossip. If you hadn't become such a big-time cheat, you could have led a peaceful life. But your actions are putting your family in danger,' Patricia remarked, her words sharp and critical.
'Mum,' Michael snapped, his voice filled with disdain.
'How annoying can your mum be?' Edward interjected, throwing Michael a cold stare. 'She's just trying to find out what kind of woman you chose over Jessica.'
Patricia let out a humourless chuckle. 'I'm thrilled that my son loves this girl despite the disparity in their backgrounds,' Patricia mockingly added. 'But I don't think I will ever like her.'
Chioma offered an awkward smile in response to Patricia's cold words, choosing to remain silent. She picked up the wine glass in front of her, taking a sip in an attempt to mask the rising tide of emotions within her.
'Mum, please...' Michael pleaded, his gaze hardening with anger.
Patricia chuckled. 'You never treated Jessica with such tenderness, did you?' Patricia retorted.
'I never had anything with Jessica,' Michael clarified.
'But you have something with this woman who also had something with Felix,' Patricia spat out, her voice dripping with disdain.
'Patricia,' Edward interjected, 'you know that wealthy people are known to change partners as frequently as they change clothes. So, when our son is done with Chioma, he will pursue a woman who meets our family's standards.' He threw Chioma a pointed look, making it clear where he stood. She was sitting next to Michael.
Edward had long observed Michael's personality. Anyone could discern that Michael was aloof, unsociable, eccentric, haughty, and someone who avoided emotional connections with women. Patricia had made numerous attempts to foster an emotional bond between Michael and Jessica, who was once considered his childhood friend, but all her efforts had failed. If she couldn't succeed with Jessica, how could she succeed with any other girl?
But today, to Edward's surprise, Michael had a woman he was undeniably in love with and had even brought her home. It was not only shocking to him but also to everyone present, including the household staff, who couldn't believe their eyes.
Edward knew his son's affection for Chioma, but he struggled to accept her due to her humble background. He had envisioned Michael falling for someone elegant and sophisticated like Jessica, but fate had led him to this unknown, lowly woman.
What made it worse was that Chioma didn't seem compatible with Michael in appearance alone. While she possessed a unique presence that could captivate her surroundings, Edward felt that it wasn't sufficient for her to be with his son.
'Father!' Michael's voice brimmed with fury directed at Edward. He wasn't entirely surprised, as he had expected something like this to happen. Nevertheless, he believed it was right to introduce Chioma to his parents.
'Uh, oh, son,' Edward replied dismissively, 'you don't have to waste your time and money on girls who will make you start from scratch.'
Chioma swirled the crimson liquid in her glass, a desperate hope flickering in her eyes. Taking a large gulp, she tried to steady her nerves, the wine burning a harsh path down her throat. It did little to quell the knot of worry tightening in her stomach. She couldn't meet Patricia's gaze, keeping her eyes glued to the swirling wine.
'Someday, I was hoping to find a good job,' Chioma said, her voice barely a whisper, a sliver of hope clinging to the words. She set the wine glass down with a trembling hand, the clatter echoing in the tense silence.
Patricia's lips curled into a sneer, as sharp and cold as a viper's strike. 'When, how, where? Don't tell me you're hoping for Michael to find you a position at our company.' Her voice dripped with disdain, each word laced with venom. 'Look at you, clinging to my son like a vine seeking a stronger oak. You reek of poverty, Chioma. Don't be so greedy. Be grateful for the station God has placed you in. Poor people marry poor people, that's the natural order. Don't get above your station with these rags-to-riches fantasies. These fairy tales are for children, Chioma. Stop concocting this absurd story of rich boy-poor girl story. No one believes in them anymore.'
Chioma couldn't bear it any longer. She placed her spoon on her plate. 'I'm full,' she said, attempting to conceal the tears welling up in her eyes.
Patricia folded her arms across her chest and pursed her lips even tighter. 'My, my, what delicate manners. Poor girls usually clean their plates,' she remarked, her voice laced with mock sympathy. 'I've never heard of poor girls who don't finish their food and lick their plates... Go ahead and finish your meal. We still need to discuss my precious daughter-in-law, whom you have brought nothing but ridicule upon.'
Michael's jaw clenched, his voice tight with anger. 'Mum, Dad, I'm not asking either of you to accept Chioma. I'm merely doing what is right by bringing her here. None of you can hinder our relationship, and if any of you stand in our way, consider me a stranger,' Michael declared firmly.
The air crackled with tension, and Chioma realised that this might be the beginning of a family war. Why should she be the cause of such conflict? No, she wouldn't be the spark that set their world ablaze.
Rising abruptly, she addressed Michael's parents with a forced smile and a respectful bow. 'Thank you for the meal, Sir Edward, Madam Patricia. I'll excuse myself now.'
Before anyone could react, she turned and walked towards the door, her heart heavy with a grief she couldn't articulate.
Michael didn't hesitate. 'I'm coming with you,' Michael declared. He pushed himself away from the table. Without even sparing a glance at his parents, he followed her out, ignoring his mother's plea for him not to go. 'I'm sorry my mother was harsh with you,' Michael said softly to Chioma as they drove away from the compound. 'I don't understand why. Is it wrong to fall in love?'
Tears streamed down Chioma's face, blurring the world outside the car window. The memory of Patricia's cutting words echoed in her mind. She glanced at him, her eyes filled with fresh tears that streamed down her face. She was deeply wounded by the way his parents had treated her.
'Chioma, I believe that one day my parents will come to love you,' Michael reassured her.
'They won't get the chance,' Chioma replied through her tears, her voice filled with determination. 'I won't go to your luxurious house anymore, even if you paid me to. Your parents were hateful, Michael. They have already chosen Jessica for you. I don't want to be the cause of a civil war within the Njemanze family. Everyone already thinks I'm a user. I don't want another unpleasant scene to occur because of me.'
Although she wasn't surprised by his parents' attitude towards her, Chioma had hoped for a different outcome on this day. She wanted her visit to be memorable, but not in this way.
Michael found a parking spot and stopped the car. He stepped out and walked over to the passenger side, pulling Chioma out of the car and holding her tightly until her tears subsided. 'I meant what I said earlier,' he whispered. 'I love you, Chioma. If it comes to a point where I have to choose between you and my parents, I would rather choose to be a stranger to them and be with you forever.'
'Yes, you would choose me over your family, but could you live with that? I can't bear the thought that the man I love most in this world turned his back on his family because of me,' Chioma said, leaning her head wearily against his shoulder. 'Yes, your parents angered me, but it would make me even angrier if you cut ties with them. I beg you, please don't hate your parents. I don't want to be the reason for that.'
Michael gently stroked her hair. 'I know they're my parents, but you're incredibly important to me. I won't stand by and watch them mistreat you,' he reassured her.
Chioma felt miserable about Patricia's attitude towards her. She wondered why wealthy people always seemed disagreeable, especially when it came to their children's choice of partner. They always wanted their affluent children to be with someone of the same high standard. Despite wearing inexpensive outfits, she had spent her hard-earned money in them, hoping to make a good impression. Patricia's behaviour made her feel like it was all a waste. But as Michael continued to cuddle her and whisper his genuine and sincere love, her anger and hurt began to fade away.
'Don't take me home just yet,' Chioma pleaded as they got back into the car. 'It's not evening yet. We can explore or even take a walk in the park. I just want to spend a little more time with you before going home.'
Michael started the car and drove slowly through the traffic, heading towards Millennium Park. During the drive, he shared stories that made Chioma happy, and they laughed together.
There was no doubt in Chioma's mind that Michael loved her deeply. The knowledge filled her with overwhelming joy.
'When you cry, you turn ugly and become a pig,' he teasingly remarked to Chioma.
Chioma laughed. 'I cry because of love,' she pouted.
Michael couldn't help but laugh at her response. 'With that kind of ugly cry, no director would cast you in their drama. Your crying face would prevent the movie from reaching the box office.'
Upon reaching the serene park, they held hands and took a leisurely walk along the beautifully designed walkway, lined with glimmering green grass. The gentle breeze caressed their hair.
Eventually, they found a spot to lie down in the sun, happy and at peace as they faced each other, gazing into each other's hearts and souls. They didn't need words; they understood what was going through each other's minds. It was a feeling of eternal, unbreakable love.
'I heard that this Millennium Park was inaugurated by Queen Elizabeth,' Chioma broke the silence.
'Yes, but we're not here to talk about Queen Elizabeth. We're here to focus on us,' Michael replied, his eyes twinkling with a smile. 'You look so beautiful,' he whispered.
Chioma blushed and covered her face with her hands. 'You think I'm beautiful?' she whispered.
Michael leaned closer, cupping her face in his hands. 'You're incredibly beautiful. Just looking at you takes my breath away,' he confessed.
Chioma blushed again, feeling unworthy compared to Jessica's breathtaking beauty. But she reminded herself that beauty was subjective, and Michael's love for her surpassed mere appearances.
As they lay on the grass, cuddling and stealing kisses, Chioma's eyes sparkled. Other couples in the park shared their joy, and the atmosphere was filled with love and happiness. A band played a soft, romantic melody, enhancing the ambiance. Children fed the birds and played games, while some visitors brought their dogs for a walk.
'I knew you were meant for me when I first saw you,' Michael murmured, his gaze shifting from Chioma to the birds nearby. 'My heart has never stopped beating for you.'
Michael turned to Chioma, his hands still holding her face, and his eyes filled with tenderness.
'I felt the same way,' Chioma confessed.
He grinned and kissed her again. 'I love you so much, Chioma.'
Deep down, Chioma shared the same feelings for Michael since the first time they met. But with recent events, she began to doubt if they could be together in the future. The safety of her family weighed heavily on her mind. Sharon had suggested asking Michael to withdraw his statement about Moon Corporation and Nnaji Group. She contemplated talking to him but decided against it. She didn't want to spoil the day by mentioning Jessica.
'Your mum was right. I should have told you about Felix's crush on me, but I didn't say anything,' Chioma blurted out, her voice filled with guilt.
'It wasn't your fault,' Michael assured her, gently kissing her nose. 'It's natural for someone to have a crush on you, but I trust you completely. I know you wouldn't leave me for him.'
Chioma's head told her to end the relationship before her family faced danger, but her heart couldn't bear the thought. She was deeply in love with Michael and breaking up would only bring her pain. Besides, she didn't want to see the tender look on his face fade away. He was willing to give up everything for her, disregarding his prestigious status.
'What are you thinking?' Michael asked, noticing the change in her demeanour.
'Jessica… I'm thinking about her,' Chioma admitted, lowering her head. 'I was wondering if you could retract your statement.'
Michael furrowed his brows. 'She has hurt you so much. I can't tolerate that.'
Chioma looked into his eyes, her voice filled with love and concern. 'I love you deeply, Michael. But I don't want to be the reason for your downfall. I want to see you maintain your status and have a thriving business. I want you to achieve all your desires. Please, consider your relationship with the Nnajis and retract that statement. I don't need a public apology from Jessica. She doesn't need to organise a press conference on my behalf. But maybe, if Jessica hurts me again, then I won't stand in your way, I promise.'
Michael paused, contemplating Chioma's words. He knew her intentions were selfless and driven by her love for him. 'Only this once,' he finally replied. 'But if she hurts you again...'
Before he could finish his statement, Chioma gently placed her finger on his lips, silently conveying her desire for him to kiss her and make the promise she sought. Michael leaned in and kissed her lips softly, sealing their understanding. In that moment, as he wrapped his arms around her, Chioma felt a sense of safety, free from the worries and dangers that haunted her thoughts.