The name sat bold on the screen.
Keighley M.
Actress. Model. Humanitarian. "Africa's Diamond."
Her Instagram glowed with foundation launches, charity events, and selfies with orphans in Mozambique.
But Lazarus had the truth — photos of her in private jets with traffickers, bank statements from shell companies, and worst of all…
> "This," he whispered, tapping play.
Lynn leaned closer, watching a grainy clip.
Keighley stood at a villa door, laughing with Mokoena and another unknown man. A girl — barely fourteen — was dragged inside behind them.
> "Date?" Lynn asked.
> "Two months ago."
Lynn exhaled, rage tightening her chest.
> "The same week Keighley launched her 'Save the Girls' campaign."
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The plan was simple: expose the snake wearing a diamond crown.
They sent the footage anonymously to three trusted journalists, each in a different city. Just enough to keep the story alive, even if one got shut down.
Within an hour, #KeighleyExposed was trending number one.
Instagram went mad.
> "No way! 😱 Not our queen Keighley!"
> "She saved my sister from trafficking!"
> "This must be fake… right?"
But then the video hit YouTube. Then TikTok. Then the evening news.
One of the girls who had escaped the ring gave a blurred interview, confirming Keighley's role as the "recruitment face" who made everything seem safe.
Sponsors dropped her within hours. Her PR team vanished.
> "They're panicking," Lazarus said, watching the chaos from his laptop.
> "Good," Lynn replied. "Let them. The real ones will slip up next."
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Meanwhile…
In a dark room lit only by phone screens, Mokoena sat in silence.
His wine glass shattered on the floor.
> "Who gave them that?" he asked.
Jayden stepped back. "I… don't know."
> "Find out. Now."
His voice was colder than the glass beneath his feet.
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Later that night...
Lynn received a message:
> "You're playing with fire. Back off before you burn. — Unknown."
She smirked.
> "Too late. I am the fire."