A Dynasty Of Deceit

nside out. His purpose grew strongerv and It sometimes scared even Amara, who watched her son evol

, or whether Alaric Maduako ever thought of him, because he already knew the answer. Men like Alaric do not think of consequences. They only think of power, and consequences like Zayn w

lries using internet cafés and stolen library access, printing files and keeping them under the floorboards at night, even learning to forge signatures and wr

ies absorbed or crushed competition, and more importantly, he learned the languages of the rich, the

nergy on anything that didn't build his future. Instead, he focused on winning, and he did it with quiet brilliance that scared his teachers and stunned his classmates. He became the bo

ot as a miracle but as a challenge from the universe, a test to see how close he could get to the fire without burning, and he accepted without hesitation.

utomatic rifles. Children were dropped off in armored SUVs with government plates and from the moment Zayn w

expressions and body language. He watched the children of senators lie with ease, watched heirs of oil barons cheat and still be praised. Watched girls cry quietly into napkins while their nam

nch, tutored the daughter of a tech mogul in exchange for whispered family gossip, and slowly, the guards around him

a class debate about dynasties and legacies, and eve

be's perfect head and etched every detail into memory. The way he laughed at his own jokes, the way people leaned in when he spoke, the way even the teachers pandered to him like his surname was a crown and Zayn knew then that this wasn't just about revenge anymore, it was about reclamati

leged without ever envying them, and all the while, he waited for his opening, for the mome

pps, traded crypto under anonymous profiles, launched a discreet freelancing service for small businesses, and by the time he turned seventeen, he had quietly made his first million naira, and then ten.

that the quiet, brilliant teenager explaining an AI-based logistics platform was the very blood their empire had tried to erase and he won, of course, not just the prize but the interest of a venture capitalist named Kelechi Onwudiwe, who offer

words his mother had said three years ago, "You were born into gold, Zayn, but gold ca