On a calm morning, a cool breeze gently touched the sleeping city like a soft whisper. On the rooftop of Adaku Holdings, the most prestigious high-rise in the city, Ifyoma Adaku sat alone. She hugged her knees to her chest, her long dark hair fluttering in the wind. Dressed in a patterned yellow hoodie and faded jeans, she looked nothing like the heiress of Adaku Holdings, the largest banking and investment empire.
Staring blankly at the horizon, she was lost in heavy thoughts. Just three months earlier, she had been at one of the best universities in the United States. Back then, everything seemed easy. No huge responsibilities. No pressure. Her father, Obinna Adaku, had called her his little girl who could do no wrong. She was supposed to stay free, chase dreams, travel, and live a quiet life, while her older brother, Chinedu Adaku, ran the family business.
But life had other plans.
A terrible car crash took her father, mother, and brother all at once. One phone call, one night, and everything she loved was gone.
She held her hoodie tighter, but the cold inside her chest could not be fixed. She had stood by the graveside, numb, watching dirt fall on three coffins. Her father. Her mother. Her brother. All gone.
Now, at just twenty-three, she was alone. She had two younger siblings to protect and a crumbling empire on her shoulders. The board told her to step aside. Aunts and uncles whispered, telling her to let the experienced ones take over, but she saw their greed. If she did not fight back, they would destroy her father’s legacy, sell it off, and leave her and her siblings with nothing.
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