Chapter 9: Will Our Story End Well?

For swapped-daughter stories, male lead no dey miss.

I dey remember the way all those books dey arrange am—the rich fiancé, the drama, the jealousy, the fight.

The fake daughter go love am die, swear say she no go marry anybody else.

I dey imagine Chiamaka dey cry, dey beg. For my mind, wahala fit start at any moment. But I dey hope say reality go different.

But the two families don tie together for business, so na the real daughter suppose marry the guy.

I remember how in the stories, na arrangement—business, tradition, family pride. I dey wonder how e go play out here. Maybe this one go end with love and peace, not war.

From there, the fake daughter go begin dey jealous, dey plan against the real one...

But as I look Chiamaka face, I see something new. Her eyes no carry wahala. She look me, smile, and for the first time, I believe say maybe our story fit sweet pass the ones for book.

And for the first time, I feel small hope—maybe, just maybe, e fit end well for both of us.