One afternoon, Eva and I decided to take a walk. According to her, we were slowly drifting apart—thanks to nagging Kiera, my rising music career, and the endless tours that came with performing my first hit single.
Life had changed. We were living in a big mansion. Everyone stayed there except Mrs. Maya, who refused to move in. According to her, "I love this house. It was a gift from my husband before he died. I'm not leaving it for anything."
Just then, a servant walked in, bowing slightly.
"Sir, Miss Kiera said she is sick and needs help."
"Has she taken any drugs?" I asked.
"No sir, she refused."
I ran upstairs immediately. Eva followed behind, her expression strange—something I couldn't read. When we got to Kiera's room, she was wincing in pain.
"Kiera, what's wrong?" I asked, genuinely worried.
"I… I… need to go… to the hospital," she gasped, sweating heavily.
Maybe she was really sick.
"Eva! Eva!" I shouted.
"What?" she snapped.
"Get water for your sister. Don't just stand there—we don't know how serious this is!"
"She's my twin. I know her too well to know when she's pretending," Eva mumbled.
"Eva, just shut up and get the water!" I barked.
"Eva… please… I need the water!" Kiera cried, tears spilling.
"Stop this act, girl!" Eva yelled back.
That was it. My anger boiled. She saw her own twin begging and showed no sympathy. Instead, all she cared about was me.
"Eva! I can't believe you. No sympathy at all!" I roared. I called a maid to bring the water and immediately phoned our private doctor.
From that day, in my eyes, Eva became the villain. I started to distance myself. I picked on her over every little thing. Meanwhile, Kiera "recovered." I helped her with her meds, even fed her sometimes, while her maids did the rest. And every day that week, Eva kept warning me: "Stay away from Kiera. She'll destroy us."
"Why should I? Are you jealous? Eva, you're not the girl I knew. You've changed. You don't care anymore," I shot back in my nineteen-year-old arrogance.
"Ade, you don't understand! Kiera is my twin. I grew up with her—I know she'll go to any lengths to get what she wants," she cried, cupping my cheeks.
"I don't wanna listen!" I yelled, slapping her hands away.
"Ade, it used to be just us. We bickered, yes, but it made us stronger. But then she came, and you've not been yourself." Her voice broke.
"I don't wanna talk to you," I muttered, signaling the driver to pull up the car.
"Ade, sweetie," Kiera's voice rang out. She approached me, smiling.
"Where have you been?" I asked, slipping an arm around her waist—partly to upset Eva.
"My room," she replied, planting a lustful kiss on my cheek.
"I don't wanna go late. Bye."
"Bye, baby," Kiera said, waving like nothing had happened.
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By then, I had dropped my first album, Talkless, and the world shook. I was globally recognized. Musicians wanted collabs, fans screamed my name, money wasn't a problem. But despite the fame, I felt empty.
I was done with school—got good results, same with Eva and Kiera. But my heart longed for home. I wanted to see Ma and Pa. To show Pa that the rejected stone had become the cornerstone. I owned houses in Ghana, Atlanta, Georgia, India, and Texas—but none in Nigeria, my true home.
Mrs. Maya was vacationing in Paris. Abam was schooling abroad. Eva and Kiera insisted on staying with me. Servants, drivers, assistants—I had it all. But where was Ma? She wasn't eating the fruit of her labor.
I made plans. I'd return to Nigeria, with gifts for Ma, Emeka, and Titi.
"So you'll be leaving tomorrow? I'm really going to miss you," Eva said with a weak smile.
I realized I missed that smile—she rarely gave it anymore.
"Yeah. I really need to see my family."
"When will you be back?" she whispered, holding back tears.
"Don't cry, Eva. I'll be back in a week or two… depends." I hugged her tightly.
"Ade, I—what are you guys doing?" Kiera's voice cut in like a knife.
"Kiera! Calm down!" Eva said, looking… scared?
Kiera didn't calm down. She bolted upstairs, fast as a cheetah. I ran after her, but the door slammed shut. Locked.
"Kiera! Open up! Are you alright?" I pounded.
"Kiera, please don't hurt yourself!" Eva sobbed.
"Eva, I don't wanna talk to you. You're a pathetic, desperate chicken. Get lost!" Kiera screamed.
I turned to Eva. "I think you should leave. It'll ease the situation. Please don't be mad at me."
"I understand," she whispered, biting her lip as tears streamed down.
"Eva, I'm sorry!"
But she said nothing. Just walked away, broken. She was right—Kiera had come to separate us.
"Kiera! Open the door or I'm leaving!" I yelled.
"Alright, baby."
The door creaked open. Kiera stood there in a red nightgown, hair in a bun, smelling like roses.
"I thought—" My words were cut short as she yanked me onto her bed, locking the door behind us. She tossed the keys onto the nightstand, then turned toward me.
That Kiera of a girl. She'd pay dearly for making Eva cry.
How dare she? Ade was finally realizing—Kiera was nothing but a relationship terminator.
Silly boy.
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