Billionaire Accuses Poor Woman of Theft, Unaware She is a Witch. Years Later…

Her name is Princess. She is the only child of one of the richest men in Lagos. Her father, Mr. Aayi, was a billionaire who owns several successful companies in Legos. She has the kind of life many girls only dream of. She smells like money and walks like royalty. But despite being a billionaires, everywhere she went, people stared at her with shock. Not the wow, she's beautiful kind of stare. This one was different. It started in secondary school. She would notice people staring at her as soon as she stepped out of her house. Some would just stop, look at her, and shake their heads. Others would pull out their phones and record her. Mothers would cover the eyes of their children when she went to the mall. One woman even shouted at her one day, "Why are you coming to the mall dressed like that?" Then one day in church, an usher stopped her at the door. "Sister, please, you can't dress like this to the house of God." Princess looked down. Her dress was long. It was not tight. Her neckline was even covered. What was this usher talking about? Excuse me, she asked. The usher leaned closer. Looked uncomfortable. You didn't wear anything underneath? Then people started turning to look at her. She ran out of the building and didn't stop until she got home. That night, she locked herself in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked normal. Even her maid said nothing was wrong with her dress. But what she didn't know was that the world didn't see her as normal. The world saw her as half naked. Anytime she stepped out of her billionaire father's mansion, she became just a half- naked princess walking around. It was shameful. She could not take it anymore. So she stopped going to school. She stopped going to parties. She was too ashamed to step out of the house. One night she had a dream. An elderly woman stood in front of her. She was barefoot and looked very angry. She didn't speak at first, just looked at Princess. Then she said, "You are cursed, but your shame is not yours. It was caused by your father." Princess woke up sweating. The next morning, she walked straight to her father's room. She stood at the door and said, "Daddy, is this something you're not telling me?" Her dad, Mr. Aayi, looks at her and says, "What are you talking about?" A woman appeared to me in my dream. She says am cursed because of you. She says that's why everyone sees me as naked anytime I step out f this house. What did you do daddy? Mr. Ajayi sat back on his bed and his mind went back many years ago to something that happened in his office. People have always said that Mr. Aayi had no heart. that if you worked at his company, you should be ready to be disrespected. And if you were poor, forget it. He didn't see you. He was the kind of billionaire who didn't raise his voice unless he was destroying something or somebody. A man whose wristwatch cost more than some people's rent for a year. A man whose mouth had ruined many lives and still had appetite for more. Madame Chica didn't know all of this when she started cleaning for his company. She just needed the jar. Her father had died the year before. He was a very powerful herbalist known across three villages for his power. But Chica didn't want to follow his path. She didn't participate in his juju. She said, "I want a quiet life in the city." So she came to Lagos with her small bag and her big dreams and she got a job at Mr. Aay's company as a cleaner for two months. She cleaned Mr. Aayi's office quietly and carefully. She never touched anything she wasn't paid to touch. But one Tuesday morning in June, he stormed in, slammed his briefcase on the desk, and shouted, "Where's the money I kept in this drawer?" He marched into the corridor like a man possessed. His eyes were sharp like hutlers. When he saw Chica, he pointed at her like she was a cockroach. "You, you're the one who cleaned here yesterday, Abby." She blinked in confusion. Sir, I just swept and mopped. I didn't. Will you shut up? He shouted at her at the top of his voice. Are you mad? Do I look like a fool to you? He didn't wait. He called HR. He called the security man. Chica tried to explain, tears already running down her face. Please, sir, I didn't take anything. I swear on my mother's grave, but Mr. Aayi raised his hand. Strip her. Let's see where she hid the money. The corridor went silent. The HR person stammered. The security man shifted. I said, "Strip her down." Mr. Aayi shouted. And that was how inside that office under the cold fluorescent light Madame Chica stood naked before men who would not look her in the eye and a man who had already judged her as guilty. They searched her clothes, her bag, even her shoes. They found nothing. As this was going on, his secretary stepped in with some very important urgent document to be signed. He apologized for bothering him. He looked at her sharply and said, "Get me my pen from the drawer." When she moved Mr. Aayi's suitcase aside and opened the drawer, the money was right there, tucked in one corner. The secretary was scared, but she quietly told Mr. Ajayi that there was some money in his drawer. Was it the missing money? Mr. Aayi looked at the money and turned his face away like it didn't concern him. It was the money. And just like that, it was over. But guess what? Mr. Arjayi never apologized to Madame Chica. He just waved everyone away. As the HR manager led Madame Chica away, she was very quiet. She didn't cry again, but and as she reached the door, she turned back and said very calmly to Mr. Aayi, "You made me naked in front of strangers, "One day your own daughter's body will carry the same shame, and the world will see it." Then she stepped out and as she walked down the corridor, a strange wind passed through the building and no one could explain it. When Princess turned 20, her father started talking to her about marriage. There was a young man, Tundday. His father owned one of the biggest real estate companies in Nigeria. Their families had been doing business for years with the Ajay family. So Mr. Ajai caught her one morning and said, "Princess, Tunda is a good man. The family is wealthy. I want both families to become one. You and Tunda will get married." Princess didn't say anything. She had never been in love. Nobody ever stayed close long enough to know her since she started having issues with a curse on her. Anytime she stepped out of the house, people looked at her like she was a mad person. But Tundi was different. He had been coming to the house for months. He saw her at home and talked to her like a normal person. He never acted like there was anything wrong with her. So when he asked her to join him for a private dinner at a restaurant in Victoria Island, she said yes. She dressed carefully. She decided to wear a black silk gown with long sleeves, gold earrings. Even her mother said she looked beautiful. Her driver dropped her off at the restaurant and she stepped out of the car and walked towards the building. That was when it started again. A man walking past with his girlfriend stopped. He stared at her while his girlfriend gasped. Two teenage boys on a bike turned back to look at her with their mouths open. The security guard at the entrance looked away awkwardly. And inside at the far end of the restaurant, Tunda was sitting with his parents. They were laughing and smiling until they saw her. Tundai's smile disappeared. His mother's mouth opened slightly. Tundday's mom turned to her son and whispered. She came out like that. His father squinted, then turned his face away, embarrassment. Princess reached the table and smiled nervously, but nobody stood up to greet her. Tunda cleared his throat and said, "Are you okay?" She blinked. "Yes, why?" He didn't answer. He just looked away. His mother stood up immediately and said, "We need to go." I just remembered we have a very important appointment. That was it. They left Princess standing there. She turned and walked out of the restaurant. Her eyes were wet. That night, she heard her father shouting in his study, "What do you mean the deal is off? Your son said what? She stood at the top of the stairs listening with her heart pounding. The next morning, the house was quiet. Her mother refused to talk. Her father locked himself in his room. Princess sat alone on the stairs for hours. Then she stood up. She walked straight to her father's door and knocked hard. Daddy, I need to talk to you. He didn't answer. She knocked again. Louder. "Open this door," she shouted. He opened slowly. His eyes were tired. She stepped in and faced him. Why does everyone see me as half naked when I leave this house? Her father didn't speak. Tell me what you did. What are you hiding? What is wrong with me? She was crying now. Do you know what it feels like to be looked at like a prostitute when all you did was wear clothes and step outside? Mr. Arjayi sat down on the edge of the bed and put his face in his hands. And again his mind went back to that day, to that moment, the office, the cleaner, the missing money, and the curse. He had ignored it for years. But now he was here again. In his face, his foolish behavior was hurting his daughter. He looked up slowly and whispered, "There's something I need to tell you, but I don't know where to start." After opening up to Princess Mr. Argie was desperate for a solution, he was not a man who liked to kneel for anybody. But after that night, he started kneeling a lot. He went to pastors in Leki, prophets in Oun state, a herbalist in Ibadan and a seer in Anumbra. He dropped money like sacrifice. But none of them could help him. One prophet, however, told him something. He looked at him and said, "This is not ordinary. This is from the mouth of the wrong. And until that wrong is corrected, nothing will change. You offended someone whose tears reach the spirit world. Go and beg her. But Mr. Aayi was annoyed. Beg her? He said, I came here for a solution and you are telling me to go and beg someone. He left angry. He didn't want to revisit the past. He didn't want to remember the woman he humiliated, the one he had stripped and shamed like a thief, so he kept looking for shortcuts. Meanwhile, Princess refused to leave the house. She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to eat. She stopped replying to messages from her old friends. Mr. Ajayi and his wife decided to get her a private tutor so she could continue her studies at home. They found someone. He was a young man called Ibuka. He came highly recommended because he was very brilliant and a great teacher. He taught part-time in a small school and helped students prepare for WG and JAM. He also taught undergraduate students. The day he arrived at the mansion, he was wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers. He held a brown folder and a shy smile. The housekeeper took him upstairs. Princess was in the study room wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. When he entered, she didn't even look up. "Good morning," he said softly. She didn't answer. She just kept her head down, tired of being looked at. Ibuka sat across from her, opened his notebook, and began to teach. But deep inside, he could feel it that this girl was carrying something heavy in her mind. Ebuka didn't ask many questions. He just came every day, taught what he came to teach, and left. He never looked at her strangely. He never stared at her, never asked why she was being homeschooled instead of going back to school. He spoke gently and taught patiently. Sometimes he even cracked a small joke and after some weeks she started opening up to him. One day while he was explaining a subject to her, she stopped him. You don't act like other people, she said. He looked up. What do you mean? She hesitated. Well, you are very kind and brilliant. I smiled softly. From that day, something changed. They started talking more, reading novels together and discussing music. She even let him borrow some of her books. One evening as he was packing his bag, she asked, "Abuka, do you think I'm strange like someone who is cursed?" He paused then said, "No, I don't think so." She smiled, and their eyes met. Neither of them said anything the next day. But the way they looked at each other said it all. Something had started. Something that looked a lot like love. The love between princess and Ibukar grew like a secret garden. It was quiet and hidden but full of beauty no one else could see. He came everyday with his books and calm smile. She waited for him in the study with fresh notebooks and her heart raising. Sometimes they didn't even need to speak much. A look, a smile. The way she passed him a pen, it was enough. One afternoon she told him everything about the curse, the dreams she had, the stairs anytime she goes out, and the shame she always felt. Ibuka sat quietly listening. When she finished, she looked down and said, "Now that you know, maybe you would not want to be with me again." But he reached across the table and held her hand gently. "I'm not going anywhere." "I love you. You're not afraid," Princess asked him. "No, I don't see what they see. I only see you," Ebuka said. She burst into tears, but they were tears of joy. But even as they smiled and held hands, Epuka was scared. not of a curse but of her father Mr. Ajayi the billionaire. He knew that man's type. He was prideful and powerful. The kind of man who thought poor people didn't deserve to dream talkless to marry his daughter. So one day he asked her, "What if your father says no? What if he fights us?" Princess looked at him. Her face was calm. Then she said, "Then I'll end it all." "What?" Ibuka asked. Ibuka, "If I can't marry the one person who looks at me with love after everything I've suffered, then there's nothing else for me. Princess, don't say that." Ibuka said, "I will kill myself if you stop me." I swear that evening she walked to her father's study and knocked hard. Daddy, I need to talk to you. He didn't look up from his laptop. Talk. I want to marry Ibuka. The words hit the air like thunder. Mr. Aayi froze. Then he looked at her and hissed. A teacher? That poor boy? That's your choice? You must be joking. He's the only one who sees me as a human being. Daddy, nobody else will even come near me. I'm tired of living like I don't exist. I'm tired of hiding. Is it by force to marry? Her father said. "Yes, because if you stop me, if you destroy this too, I swear I will kill myself." She stood up. and walked out. That night, Mr. Ojayi couldn't sleep. He tossed and he turned. He sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes like a confused man. He knew he had already lost the business deal. He knew nobody else would come near his daughter because of the curse, and nobody has been able to help him break the curse. So the next morning he called his wife and said, "Tell the boy to bring his people. Let me see the woman who raised a boy bold enough to want to marry into my family." That same day, Ibuka sat across the table from his mother, and he said, "Mama, there's someone I love. Her father wants to meet you." His mom looked at him and agreed to go meet the parents of this girl her son had fallen in love with. It was a Saturday afternoon when they decided to visit the AJ family. Ebukas wore a cling wrapper and a simple white blouse. She tied her hair neatly and rubbed small powder on her face. She wasn't a woman of noise, but she had presents. When they got to the front of the Ajayi mansion, Ibuka noticed his mother's discomfort. "Are you okay, mama?" he asked. She nodded slowly. But her chest was already tight. Even before she stepped through the gate, she felt it. Even the security man opened the gate with a strange look on his face like he could feel something was about to happen. Ibuka's mother took one step into the compound. When they reached the living room, Mr. Aayi was already seated wearing white native and drinking juice like the king of the world. He didn't even look up properly. Good afternoon, sir, Ibuka said. Ibuka's mother stepped forward and looked at him and everything in her body stopped. It was him, the man, the billionaire, the nakedness, one who had stripped her naked for money she didn't steal, the same one who never apologized. Flashbacks hit her like thunder. She looked at Princes and it all made sense. This is the man I cursed, she whispered inside her spirit. And this is his daughter. Mr. Aayi looked at her, but he didn't recognize her. He still had that same proud look. Madame Chica turned to her son, and her voice was quiet, but sharp. You cannot marry this girl. Mama, what? What do you mean? She didn't answer. She turned around slowly and walked out of the house without saying another word. Everyone froze. Princess looked at Ibuka. Ibuka looked at Princess. Their eyes were filled with the same thing. Confusion, devastation, and love. What happens now? What will Abuka do? What will Mr. Aayi do? What happens next? Watch out for part two. The ending will surprise you.