Sonko now knew everything.
The secret had fallen into his hands like a golden coin dropped by fate.
Land.
Value.
Opportunity.
For weeks he had suspected the family was hiding something. The old house… the strange conversations… the fear in Kenty's father's voice whenever certain topics arose.
But tonight, everything became clear.
He sat alone in the dim light of a small bar at the edge of town, staring at the information written on a folded piece of paper.
The land the family owned was worth far more than anyone had imagined. Developers had been searching for that property for years. Whoever controlled it would become rich.
Very rich.
Sonko's heart beat faster.
This was the chance he had always dreamed of — the chance to escape poverty, to rise above the life he had always hated.
Yet as he thought about it, a shadow of doubt crept into his mind.
Kenty.
Her laughter.
Her stubborn spirit.
The way she believed in him when no one else did.
For a moment, guilt twisted inside him.
But ambition quickly crushed it.
Love didn't pay debts.
Love didn't create power.
Money did.
He pulled out his phone.
His fingers hesitated for a moment before dialing a number he had not used in months.
The line connected.
A rough voice answered.
"Sonko?"
Sonko leaned back in his chair and smiled slightly.
"I have something bigger than money," he said quietly.
The man on the other end chuckled.
"Bigger than money? That sounds dangerous."
Sonko's voice lowered.
"A family asset."
Silence filled the line for a moment.
Then the voice replied slowly.
"Explain."
Sonko stared into the darkness outside the window.
"It's land," he said.
"Valuable land."
"How valuable?"
Sonko paused.
"Enough to change everything."
The man on the phone laughed softly.
"Then we're interested."
Sonko ended the call.
The deal had begun.
But somewhere deep inside him, something whispered a warning. Once the criminals arrived, there would be no turning back.