THIRD-PERSON POV
Convergence Group did not rise loudly.
It grew in silence.
Akanni built it the way he lived—patient, strategic, disciplined. What started as a small media consultancy became an ecosystem: broadcasting, real estate, logistics, digital infrastructure, agribusiness, and energy solutions.
While others chased visibility, Akanni chased sustainability.
He reinvested every profit. Hired quietly. Expanded methodically. By the time Ekiti began to whisper his name, Convergence had already spread beyond state borders.
Within a decade, it became the largest private company in Ekiti State.
By valuation, it ranked ninth in Nigeria—a fact known only to investors, regulators, and a few trusted insiders, saying to be worth over Nine hundred and fifty billions Naira. That's what they could figure, but he knows he was more worth than billions of billions.
Leke, his closest ally, served as his executive assistant and strategic advisor—the only one who had seen the journey from the beginning.
Mira, steady and composed, managed day-to-day operations while Akanni stayed in the shadows. She understood discretion, loyalty, and timing. Her role was never emotional—it was professional, built on trust.
The reveal was always planned.
Not for ego.
But for positioning.
Once Akanni married, once his life was anchored publicly, the silence would end.
And when it did, every unresolved resentment would be forced into the open.
Even his families would all be thrilled.
AKANNI'S POV
I looked at Bukky sleeping beside me that night, her face peaceful, unaware of the
storm gathering around us.
Soon, everything would change.
Demi would learn the truth.
Bukky would know everything.
And the world would finally see me—not as a contender, but as a man who had already won.
September was coming.
And with it, revelations no one was prepared for.
Wednesday
THE COURT WEDDING
We agreed to hold the court wedding quietly, weeks before September.
No crowd.
No drama.
Bukky wore a simple ivory dress.
While I wore a grey suit.
When we signed the registry papers, Bukky exhaled.
"This feels peaceful," she said.
I smiled.
"That's because it's just us."
As September approached, everything intensified.
Tailors worked overtime.
Aso-oke was selected carefully.
Gele styles were tested.
Drummers were booked.
Bukky practiced kneeling gracefully.
While I practiced prostrating without complaint.
Families exchanged calls daily.
I didn't need explanations. I noticed patterns. Subtle, deliberate, almost imperceptible, but patterns nonetheless.
Bukky wasn't doing anything overtly wrong. But her energy had shifted. She paused before replying to Demi. She seemed… distracted. There was a hesitation I hadn't seen before.
Experience had taught me to trust instincts over appearances. So I didn't confront Bukky directly. I acted preemptively.
I placed someone to watch—not to interfere, not to intimidate, but to monitor. The interactions between Bukky and Demi—where they met, how often, the closeness—were now documented discreetly.
Not out of insecurity. Not out of possessiveness. But out of preparation.
Because weddings awaken old ghosts. Past connections resurface. And some people… never leave quietly.
THIRD-PERSON POV – NINE DAYS TO WEDDING
Demi was deliberate. He returned to Ekiti knowing the wedding would be imminent. He was aware of the timeline, aware of Akanni, aware that he was now a contender against both circumstance and the years that had distanced him from Bukky.
He lingered in conversations, rekindled old memories, and made himself present—
but always careful to respect boundaries. At least, outwardly.
Bukky found herself torn—not between men, but between memory and choice. Gratitude for an old connection clashed with loyalty to the man she loved. Nostalgia tugged gently, but her heart remained anchored to Akanni.
And Akanni saw everything.
Calm on the surface. Calculated beneath.
He tightened the threads quietly, ensuring nothing uncontrolled could disrupt what had been built with intention, patience, and love.
Nine days remained.
Old connections stirred.
New beginnings waited.
And a future stood on the brink—ready to be protected at all costs.