Still, he couldn't act. Not now. Not when she held his secret in the palm of her hand.
She had touched a nerve far deeper than she knew, his image.
Because if even one person found out that the "brilliant second prince," the so called business genius of the Kingdom, had been secretly relying on his baby sister since she was younger…
Everything would crumble.
His status. His legacy. His empire.
And worst of all, his pride.
As Obinna was about to leave the room, hand already on the doorknob, Nnenna's voice called out softly behind him.
"Second brother," she said.
It wasn't stern. It wasn't sarcastic. It was gentle, uncharacteristically gentle, and that alone made him pause.
He turned slightly, surprised. Her tone had none of the usual edge, none of the fire he was growing used to. She wasn't mocking him. She wasn't trying to bait him into another round of back and forth.
She just… spoke.
