The Dying Billionaire - S01 E11

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The Dying Billionaire - S01 E11

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In prison, Dike asked one of the guards for a pen and paper. He wrote a letter. It was addressed to Pamela. In the letter, he said, "I am sorry for what I did. You didn't deserve it. You were only carrying my father's child. I wish I had made better choices. Please, take care of the baby. Make sure he grows up to be a good person. Tell him the truth, but don't fill his heart with hate. Tell him his brother made mistakes, but he is sorry." He handed the letter to the guard and said, "Make sure she gets it."

As the prison gates closed for the night, Ebube sat on her prison bed and stared at the wall. Her dreams had turned into nightmares. Her plans had failed. She had lost her husband, her freedom, her son's love, and her reputation. Dike, on the other hand, sat quietly in his own cell, still thinking of the things he said during the press interview. He knew there was no going back. Execution day would come. But until then, he would wait. He had said his truth. That was all he had left.

Pamela was rushed to the hospital one quiet morning after she started feeling labour pains.

The nurses attended to her quickly, and within a few hours, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The baby cried loudly as soon as he came out. When the nurses cleaned him up and placed him beside her, Pamela stared at the baby. "He looks exactly like Chief," she whispered to herself. The shape of his nose, his jawline, even his ears reminded her of the late billionaire.

"Thank you, God," she muttered as she closed her eyes to rest.

Three days later, Pamela was discharged from the hospital. She returned to her small apartment with her baby. Her neighbours came around to greet her and see the child. "This child go enjoy," one of them said. Pamela smiled. She had little money, but she believed everything would fall into place soon. That evening, she was breastfeeding the baby when she heard a knock on her door. She adjusted her wrapper and walked slowly to the door, wondering who it could be. When she opened it, she saw a man in a black suit holding an envelope.

"Good evening," the man greeted. "Are you Pamela Okoye?" She nodded. "I was sent from the High Court. I have a document for you." He handed her the envelope. Pamela collected it and asked, "What is it about?" The man replied, "It's about the agreement you signed with late Chief Omenka. Please read it carefully. Congratulations." Pamela stood by the door, confused. She thanked the man and shut the door. She went to sit on her plastic chair and slowly opened the envelope. The document inside was stamped and signed. Her eyes widened as she read.

The letter came from the board of trustees responsible for Chief Omenka's estate. The lawyer who had been murdered had submitted the agreement she signed with Chief before his death. The court recognized it as a legal document. The letter explained that Pamela's baby was now the sole legal heir to Chief Omenka's properties and companies. However, there was a condition. The child would only fully inherit everything when he turned 18. Pamela dropped the paper on the table and held her head. "God, you do am for me," she whispered, still trying to understand what just happened.

The letter did not end there. The court had also approved a plan to support Pamela and the child until he came of age. She was asked to report to a law firm the next day to collect some of the things Chief had arranged for her before his death. That night, Pamela did not sleep well. She kept thinking of everything that had happened. From being kidnapped and almost losing the baby, to now being told her child would inherit billions. She remembered how Chief used to touch her belly and smile. "I know you are mine," he once said.

The next day, Pamela arrived at the law firm. A woman in glasses welcomed her and asked her to sit. After confirming her identity, the woman smiled and brought out a file. "Madam, we've been expecting you. Your late partner left clear instructions for us. Everything is in here." Pamela watched as the woman brought out a set of keys. "This is for the house Chief bought in Lekki Phase 1. It's now yours," she said.

Pamela gasped. "Also, here is a cheque of ten million naira, and these are documents for two cars in your name." Pamela covered her mouth.

She couldn't believe it. She was still trying to adjust to life after her kidnapping. Now, she was being handed wealth beyond her imagination. "Thank you, ma," she said to the lawyer. The woman smiled and added, "Take care of the child. When he turns eighteen, he will control one of the biggest companies in this country."

As Pamela walked out of the office with the documents in her bag, she felt like someone whose story had changed overnight. She remembered the late Chief and said, "May your soul rest in peace. I'll take care of our son."

At home, she moved out that same week. The new house in Lekki was big, with six bedrooms and a spacious compound. She stood in the living room and looked around. "So this is how life can turn," she said. Neighbours in the estate started greeting her. She no longer lived among those who used to look down on her. One day, as she fed the baby, she said, "Your father loved you even before you were born. He wanted you to have a good life. Don't let him down." The baby smiled as if he understood her words.