“The ones I was given.”
Dr. Raymond questioned her carefully. When she described them, his face became serious.
“Those were not contraceptives,” he said quietly. “They were vitamins.”
Abini broke down.
She wanted to terminate the pregnancy. Her life was already unstable. Her job was new. Her mother was gone. Gideon would surely think she had planned everything.
Dr. Raymond warned her about risks and scheduled an appointment for Sunday, because she insisted through her tears.
As Abini left the hospital, she saw an elderly woman struggling near the entrance, coughing violently while her caregiver panicked. Abini should have kept walking, but she could not ignore someone in pain.
She rushed to help.
“Ma, please breathe slowly,” Abini said, holding her gently.
The old woman looked at her with sharp, tired eyes.
“You are kind,” she whispered.
“I’m only doing what I would want someone to do for my mother.”
The woman was Grandma Josephine Okoro, Gideon’s grandmother, though Abini did not know it yet.
After a small accident where the old woman bumped into her and Abini nearly collapsed from exhaustion, Grandma Josephine became dramatic and insisted on “taking responsibility.” Before Abini could refuse properly, she was taken to the Okoro mansion.
There, in the grand sitting room, Gideon saw her.
“Grandma,” he said coldly, “why is she here?”
Grandma Josephine smiled proudly. “This is the young lady I told you about. I knocked her down at the hospital, so I must compensate her.”
Gideon frowned. “Compensate her how?”
“I have decided she will marry you.”
Silence crashed into the room.
Abini could not speak.
Gideon thought it was a joke. It was not.
Grandma Josephine had already called a lawyer and prepared documents. She was stubborn, powerful, and impossible to reason with. When Abini tried to explain, Gideon accused her of planning it.
“You and my grandmother arranged this,” he said.
“I didn’t plan anything,” Abini said, hurt.
“Then explain why you are here.”
“I helped her. She brought me here. That is all.”
He did not believe her.
When Grandma Josephine later learned Abini was pregnant, everything changed. She cried that the Okoro family had produced single heirs for generations and that heaven had finally answered her prayers.
Abini tried to confess she had planned to terminate the pregnancy.
Grandma Josephine lifted her medicine bottle and threatened to stop taking it if Abini refused to keep the child and marry Gideon.
Abini thought of her own mother, gone forever. She could not bear the thought of another elderly woman risking her life because of her.
So she agreed.
Gideon, still believing the child was not his, proposed a two-year contractual marriage. In public, they would act married. In private, they would remain separate. After two years, he would pay her twenty million naira and she would leave.
Abini accepted, but kept the truth hidden. If Gideon discovered the babies were his, he would think she had trapped him.
Life inside the mansion was strange. Grandma Josephine treated Abini like treasure. Gideon treated her like a responsibility he did not trust. At work, the whispers grew louder. Lydia accused her of stealing an expensive watch Grandma had given her. Gideon exposed Lydia’s lie in front of everyone and warned her never to touch Abini again.
When Abini asked to eat in the cafeteria to avoid attention, Gideon personally inspected it and discovered corruption, unsafe food practices, and falsified records. He fired the supervisor on the spot.
The more Gideon protected her, the more enemies Abini gained.
Lydia eventually sent Abini to retrieve files from a cold storage lab after hours, then locked her inside.
The cold became unbearable. Abini screamed and banged on the door, but the security guards ignored the noise. Her body weakened. She held her stomach with shaking hands.
“Please,” she whispered. “Not my baby.”
At home, Grandma Josephine panicked when Abini did not return. Gideon rushed to the office, demanded the cold lab be opened, and found Abini curled on the floor, pale and barely conscious.
“Abini!” he shouted, lifting her carefully. “Open your eyes. Don’t sleep. I’m here.”
For the first time, his fear was visible.
The baby was safe, Dr. Raymond confirmed, but he was furious. An investigation exposed Lydia’s fingerprints on the dumped lab key. Miranda, another woman who believed Gideon belonged to her, tried to cover for Lydia. Gideon forced the truth into the open and removed them both from the company.
Abini thought peace might finally come.
Instead, truth began to rise from every hidden corner.
One day, Dr. Raymond confronted Abini at the office.
“You missed your appointment,” he said.
Gideon was standing beside him.
Abini froze.
“The abortion,” Dr. Raymond continued gently. “And the pills you thought were contraceptives. I told you they were vitamins.”
Gideon went still.
The words struck him like a blow.
If the pills were vitamins, then the pregnancy could be his. And if it was his, then everything he had accused Abini of was wrong.
He took her to the hospital immediately. During the scan, the doctor smiled.
“Congratulations. You are carrying twins.”
Abini cried silently.
Gideon stared at the screen, his expression shaken. Two lives. His lives, perhaps.
He ordered a private DNA test. When the result came back, he read it alone.
The twins were his.
Not maybe. Not likely. His.
Gideon sat with the report in his hands, feeling shame twist inside him. He remembered every cruel word, every accusation, every moment he had treated Abini like a woman with a plan instead of a woman trying to survive.
He found her sitting quietly later, her hands resting on her stomach.
“The children are mine,” he said.
Abini looked up slowly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“Because you already decided who I was,” she answered.
The truth hurt more than anger.
Gideon stepped closer.
“I misjudged you,” he said. “I thought you were like people who come close to me because of what I have. But you’re not.”
Abini’s eyes filled.
“I planned to leave after the contract,” she whispered. “With my babies. I didn’t want to disturb your life.”
Gideon’s voice softened. “They are my children. And you are my wife. Not because of my grandmother. Not because of a contract. Because I choose to take responsibility.”
Then, after a long silence, he added, “And because I have feelings for you.”
Their marriage began to change after that.
At a department dinner, a game of truth or dare tried to humiliate Abini by daring her to kiss Gideon. She chose to drink instead, but Gideon took the cup from her hand and drank for her.
“She won’t drink,” he said coldly. “Not in my presence.”
Later that night, he publicly announced that Abini was Mrs. Okoro. No hiding. No contract. No shame.
When Femi appeared with flowers and proposed to Abini in front of everyone, she refused gently.
“I’m married,” she said.
Femi lost control, accusing her of lying and trying to grab her. Gideon stepped forward.
“This woman is my wife,” he said. “And she is carrying my children.”
Security removed Femi while Abini trembled beside Gideon.
For the first time, she did not feel like she was standing alone.
But the past was not done with them.
A wealthy woman, Mrs. Akinyi, arrived at the Okoro mansion claiming Gideon had once been promised to her missing daughter, Cecilia. She brought a woman pretending to be Cecilia, but when hot water accidentally spilled on Abini’s wrist, Gideon saw a heart-shaped birthmark.
The room froze.
Gideon remembered that Cecilia, the lost child, had the same mark.
Mrs. Akinyi stared at Abini as if seeing a ghost.
More clues followed. Cecilia had been allergic to mangoes. The impostor was not. Abini took one bite and immediately reacted.
Dr. Raymond arrived and ordered a DNA test.
The result changed Abini’s life forever.
“Abini is Cecilia Akinyi,” he said, voice emotional. “She is the missing daughter.”
Mrs. Akinyi collapsed into tears.
“My child,” she cried. “My Cece.”
Dr. Raymond looked at Abini with wet eyes.
“My sister.”
Abini could barely breathe. The mother who raised her had found her as a child after an accident, with only a handkerchief embroidered with the Akinyi name. She had loved Abini, protected her, and given her everything she could, never knowing the full truth.
Abini did not rush into Mrs. Akinyi’s arms. The pain was too deep, the shock too large. But she did not pull away either.
“I need time,” she whispered.
Mrs. Akinyi nodded through tears. “I will wait. Even if it takes years.”
The impostor was arrested. The family secrets began to heal slowly.
Grandma Josephine, now more protective than ever, banned Abini from working and threatened Gideon with disownment if he ever made her cry. Gideon only sighed, while Abini laughed softly for the first time in what felt like months.
Then Gideon prepared something Abini never expected.
A real proposal.
No contract. No grandmother forcing him. No public performance. Just flowers, candles, family, and the man who had once wounded her now standing before her with humility in his eyes.
“Abini Akinyi,” he said gently, “you entered my life through a mistake. But you became my blessing.”
Her tears fell.
“I don’t want a contract marriage anymore,” Gideon continued. “I want a real one. I choose you. Every day.”
Abini looked at him, at the family around them, at Grandma Josephine smiling proudly, at Raymond watching like a protective brother, at Mrs. Akinyi crying quietly, at the life inside her that had survived fear, cold, shame, and uncertainty.
For so long, Abini had believed survival meant standing alone. But now, for the first time, she understood that love did not erase pain. It gave you someone to hold your hand while you healed.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m here.”
Gideon exhaled like a man finally forgiven by life.
“Mrs. Okoro,” he said softly, “please take care of me from now on.”
Abini laughed through her tears.
