Omo a lot of you were not happy with that last chapter. 😭

Dedicated to She_isVahny and -C1C1-

𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
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As soon as I stepped into the compound, I spotted my dad's car parked under the shade, surrounded by his guards like always.

So he finally decides to show up. Typical.

But then it hits me.

Daphne's in the same house.

The same damn room. With him.

I stormed towards the house, brushing past the maids and workers like they were invisible. Their greetings bounced off me, I didn't have time for pleasantries. Not now.

I took the stairs two at a time, heart racing like it was trying to warn me. Something was wrong.

When I got to her hallway, I froze.
Her door was wide open.

I rushed in. It was empty. No sign of her.

The bed was a mess. Her things were scattered like she left in a hurry or like someone had gone through them.

Where the hell is she?

Panic clawed at my chest. I tore through her room like a madman, pulling open drawers, kicking aside shoes, flinging clothes everywhere.
My mind was spiraling. Where could she have gone? Why would she leave like this?

The air felt wrong. Too quiet. Her scent still lingered in the room like she'd just been there. Like I'd just missed her.

Then I saw it.

A piece of paper.

Folded neatly. Placed on the edge of her dresser like it had been waiting for me.

My hands trembled as I picked it up. My name was written on it in her handwriting - sharp, rushed, desperate.

Dear Derrick,

I'm sorry. Truly. But I had to leave.

I overheard the maids saying Dad was coming today, and I just... I couldn't risk it.

If he saw me here, he'd hurt me again, I know he would.

The bruises were finally fading. My skin was just starting to heal.
And I wasn't ready to start over. Not again.

You wouldn't stop him. You never do.

So... that's that.

Love,
Daphne 💕

I stared at the note.

My hands were still shaking.

Her words echoed in my head like a curse: "You wouldn't stop him. You never do."

My throat tightened. My chest burned.
She was right.

All this time, I thought I was protecting her by staying quiet. But silence is just another kind of violence.

I failed her. Again. Multiple times even, but this felt different.

I sank onto her bed, clutching the note like it could pull her back. My vision blurred. Daphne... I'm so sorry.

Then I heard it, the door creaked open.

"Where's Daphne?"

His voice. That calm, cold, entitled voice.

And something in me just snapped.

I stood up so fast the chair crashed behind me.

"You're asking about her now?" My voice was cracked, breathless. "After everything you've done?"

Dad frowned, like he was confused. Like he didn't break her.

"What's this tone you're using with me?" he asked, stepping closer.

I laughed bitterly. "What tone should I use? "Thank you for beating my sister senseless?" "Or welcome home, abuser?"

He reached for my shoulder but I jerked away.

"Don't. Just don't! She's gone because of you. And maybe... maybe because of me too."

The silence was loud.

He said nothing. Didn't deny it. Didn't apologize. Just stared at me like I was being dramatic.

And right there, I realized, he was never going to change.

"Why are you being so dramatic about this?" He scoffed, voice dripping with disgust. "She'll come crawling back. The ungrateful girl can't survive on her own. I wouldn't be surprised if she's out there trying to become a prostitute, just like her mother."

I stared at him, stunned. Like he'd just grown two horns right in front of me.

But deep down I wasn't shocked.
He never missed a chance to tear her down-every word soaked in hate.

Still hearing it out loud? That level of cruelty? It hit differently.

I wonder why he married her in the first place, because the level of hate he had for her wasn't healthy at all.

"Stop speaking badly of Mum."
My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "She was a better parent than you ever were. All you did was beat her until she could barely breathe."

As the words spilled out, memories came crashing in.

The nights he'd stumble in, reeking of alcohol. The sound of slaps. The cries. The blood. And me a scared little boy just standing there, crying, frozen.

Helpless.

I did nothing.

Maybe I was born useless. Maybe if I had done something. Mum would still be here.

He looked at me unbothered. Cold. Empty.

"It's the fact that you still worship that woman, over a man who's alive and willing to give you a better future." He said, his voice laced with venom.

"That woman is practically useless." He continued. "If not the fact that she gave birth to a reasonable boy like you to run my empire why would I marry her in the first place?"

Then he laughed. That cruel, hollow laugh of his, like everything he destroyed was a joke.

And just like that, he walked out, leaving me behind. Broken, angry and alone.

Today had been too much. Scratch that - the entire year had been a disaster.

Daphne running away.

The twisted truth about Sonia and me being siblings.

And this man, my so-called father ripping every last piece of peace I had left.

I sat on Daphne's bed, the sheets still messy from her escape.

My chest felt heavy. My thoughts were louder than ever.

What's the worst that could happen if I went against him?

Risk was part of life, right?

My hands shook slightly as I pulled out my phone.

The contact Sonia gave me, one I swore I'd never use was staring right back at me.

I tapped it.

The call picked up on the first ring.

"Welcome to Springdale's Law Firm. How can I help you?"

I took a deep breath.

"I'd like to file a case, please."

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𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐃 • 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 • 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕
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As Flora stepped into the house, the first thing she saw was Florence sprawled across the living room couch, still in her school uniform, laughing obnoxiously at the TV with pizza crust in one hand and pure wickedness in her aura.

Flora sighed and quietly tried to slip past her, praying not to be noticed.

Too late.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't my favourite twin sister in the entire world," Florence cooed, voice thick with sarcasm.

Flora didn't respond. She paused briefly to observe her. Florence was too happy - suspiciously happy. Like someone who had just set a house on fire and was now watching it burn with popcorn in hand.

Florence cocked her head, smirking. "We're still not talking? Because of that your friend? I'm not even shocked, with how she's been dragging Derrick like he's hers and don't even get me started on her mum, the famous brothel queen-"

"SHUT. UP."

Flora snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. The air grew tense, silent except for the sitcom laugh track on the TV.

Florence blinked in mock innocence. "Ah ah, na joke oh..."

But Flora didn't wait. She turned sharply and stormed upstairs, fists clenched.

She didn't need any more evidence. That smug look on Florence's face said it all.

She was definitely behind it.

If it had gotten to the point of forging DNA results and accusing two people who were clearly in love of committing incest, then it was no longer just drama, it was a psychological crisis.

Florence's behavior had begun spiraling from petty and vengeful to deeply disturbing.

Lately, her actions didn't even make sense anymore. It was as though logic had packed its bags and left her behind.

Flora entered Florence's room and started searching for evidence, any evidence that proves this is just a sick twisted game of hers.

She was about to give up when her eyes landed on Florence's MacBook, left carelessly open on the dresser.

Curiosity overpowered caution.

Flora sat down slowly and began clicking around. Most of the files were locked or hidden under weird folder names, but then her inbox.

That's when she noticed them. Emails from one sender. Over ten messages. All from a private email with the domain - @bloomingclinics.org.

She clicked on the first one, and her eyes widened.

~ "You were supposed to balance me ₦200k for the job. So far I've only seen ₦50k."

Another pinged in immediately.

~ "Do you understand the risk you're putting me in? I could lose my license. You could get arrested. Forgery is a crime, Florence. I only did this because you promised me my money and cover shifts for me in the clinic."

Then another one.

> "I need my money. I don't care who you are in this hospital. Pay me, or I'm forwarding these mails to the medical board. So that they'll know the type of person they trust."

Flora's jaw dropped.

Forgery of DNA results and someone inside Blooming Clinics was helping her.

It all started making sense. Florence was always volunteering in that hospital. She had connections. Connections that could ruin someone's lives.

And now, Flora had receipts, proof that Florence had started loosing her sanity slowly.

Flora loved her sister, but this really was the last straw, she clearly needs help.

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Sonia lay curled up in bed, face buried in her pillow, eyes swollen from crying.

Her phone buzzed nonstop beside her, lighting up with notifications from classmates, blog mentions, and cruel comments from strangers who had no idea what she was going through.

The worst part about all of this was she couldn't even defend herself. Because what if it was true?

The boy she loved, the only boy who ever made her feel safe... now could possibly her brother?

She sobbed harder.

Ding dong.

The sound of the doorbell pierced through the silence of her grief.

She didn't move.

Ding dong! Again. This time more urgent, like whoever was outside wasn't going away.

Still sniffing, Sonia dragged herself out of bed, threw on her hoodie, and shuffled to the front door. When she opened it, Flora stood there, out of breath, hair messy, face serious.

Sonia blinked. "What are you doing here?"

"I have proof," Flora said, storming inside like it was life or death. "I know you're upset, but you need to see this. Like right now!"

Sonia's heart skipped.

Flora pulled out her phone and shoved it toward her. "Florence made it all up. The DNA results, the incest theory are all fake. She paid someone to forge them."

Sonia just stood there, stunned. "W-What?"

"Emails. From a doctor at Blooming Clinics. I went through Florence's laptop. She owes him ₦200k. He's threatening to report her if she doesn't pay up."

Sonia grabbed the phone, scrolling through the screenshots. Her hands trembled as each email loaded. The truth was right in front of her-undeniable.

She wasn't hallucinating, she wasn't disgusting and she definitely wasn't in love with her brother.

Florence was the one playing god.

Sonia looked up, something dark glinting in her eyes. "She really did this to me?"

"To both of you," Flora said. "And she was going to get away with it."

Not anymore.

Sonia tossed the phone on the couch and stood taller than before. Her voice was calm but dangerous. "Then it's time we give her a taste of her own medicine."

"I totally agree with that," Flora said, flopping on the couch. "Her madness is getting more terrifying every single day. Like, it's not even regular evil anymore, it's now on a 'I want to turn to Lucifer' levels."

Just then, the front door flung open and Kelechi burst in, panting, drenched in sweat, her hair slightly shifted from all the running.

"I got Flora's text!" She shouted, barely able to breathe. "Wetin happen? What has that Florence of a girl done this time? The message looked too serious, I thought someone died!"

Sonia didn't even say anything - she just handed Kelechi the phone with the screenshots still open. Kelechi snatched it, scanned the messages, and her expression transformed instantly.

Her mouth hung open. "Wait... wait wait wait... Florence paid someone to forge the DNA test? You mean that whole 'you and Derrick are siblings' thing was all cap?!"

Flora nodded solemnly. "Every last drop of it is fake and manufactured. The doctor is threatening to expose her if she doesn't pay him the remaining ₦150k."

Kelechi clutched her chest dramatically. "Jesus Christ of Nollywood film! This girl is mad. We need to get her arrested or something!"

Sonia's voice cut through their chaos-low, sharp, and full of new fire.
"No. Not arrested. Exposed. I want everyone to see her for the snake she is."

Kelechi blinked. "You wanna drag her?"

"Not drag." Sonia smirked. "Destroy."

"So what's the plan?" Flora asks curiously.

Sonia didn't even hesitate. "We do it tomorrow at assembly. When all the students and every single teacher in KIHS are present."

Kelechi's jaw dropped. "Girl. You're really choosing violence."

"I'm choosing the truth," Sonia replied, her voice firm but calm. "She tried to humiliate me, ruin my relationship and wreck my reputation. And for what? Because she's bitter?"

Flora leaned forward, already hyped. "Okay okay but like... how do we drop it? We need to be strategic. This can't just be a regular gossip drop, it has to be scandalous."

Kelechi snapped her fingers. "What if we hijack the projector?"

Flora blinked. "Projector ke?"

"Yes now! During announcements, they always plug the laptop to play that cringey school anthem and that slideshow about 'moral conduct.' " Kelechi made air quotes dramatically.
"We sneak in early, plug in our own USB, and BOOM! Florence's entire criminal record on blast."

Sonia grinned. "Perfect. We'll start with the email screenshots, then the transaction records. End it with the forged DNA results."

Flora clapped slowly. "A Netflix original."

"And while everyone's distracted," Sonia added, "we send the files anonymously to the school's official WhatsApp group, and tag the PTA rep. No cover-ups. No escape."

Kelechi looked between the two of them. "Wow. You guys are evil."

Sonia smirked, her eyes glowing with a mix of rage and power. "Not evil. Just done playing nice."

"And I'm not being evil here, I honestly just want my sister to learn a lesson, she can't do stuff like this and expect everything to be okay when she's hurting others."

"So we will get into action tomorrow, we will all come early tomorrow, to set our plan in action." Sonia says.

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The school bell rang.

Students flooded into the assembly hall, dragging their feet and groaning about the school morning blues.

Teachers stood off to the side, adjusting their ties and shouting at students about how they're not decently dressed.

The assembly was a full one today, the people who didn't resume yesterday were here today causing rowdiness.

Flora whispered, "The USB is in, all we need is for Mr Ugo to press play."

Mr Ugo was the IT teacher.

Sonia and Kelechi nod their head in confirmation.

"Have your seats everyone and watch the moral conduct of today and learn one or two things." The chapel prefect says in a bored tone, obviously due to the fact that she does this almost everyday of her life.

The screen lit up.

But instead of the usual boring PowerPoint of the school's motto and discipline policy, what appeared was a black screen with one sentence:

"EXPOSING FLORENCE WILLIAMS, THE LIES, THE FRAUD, THE DNA."

The entire assembly froze.

Mouths dropped.

The teachers who were busy disciplining students even turned to look at the commotion.

Everyone was obviously shocked.

Phones slipped out of pockets, trying to capture the moment.

But no one was more shocked than Florence who was in her duty spot, serving her prefect duties.

There she was, in her ironed-out uniform, standing tall at the front of the hall, serving her prefect duties like a model citizen.

Clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.

The color drained from her face like JAMB results on release day.

Crime 1: Forgery of DNA Test Results from Blooming Clinics."

Then came the email screenshots:

"You were supposed to balance me 200k..."

"You're risking both our jobs with this forgery..."

And then:

"Real DNA Test: Sonia Ubong and Derrick Johnson are NOT RELATED."

A single gasp wasn't enough. The whole school was now breathing through their mouths.

Florence's clipboard fell to the ground instantly.

"WHAT IS THIS?! WHO DID THIS?!" she yelled, trying to storm toward the projector.

But on doing so she tripped and fell down face-flat on the floor.

A junior student shouted, "Ehn ehn prefect, don't you like moral conduct again?"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Mrs Chinaza, the principal, pushed through the crowd like a woman on a mission. "FLORENCE WILLIAMS. TO MY OFFICE. IMMEDIATELY. AND ALL OF YOU WITH PHONES PUT THEM AWAY RIGHT NOW!!!"

The projector still blazed behind her.
The scandal wasn't just hot-it was being archived.

Florence turned in every direction, looking for support, for someone to say "this is a prank" -but all she got were camera flashes and shaking heads. Some even went as far as throwing stuff towards her direction.

She caught Sonia's eyes. Sonia smiled at her a sweet, vengeful and victorious smile.

"Play with fire and prepared to get burned." she muttered.

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"Florence, what is the meaning of all this?!" Mrs. Chinaza's voice thundered through the office, the stack of printed emails and DNA results shaking slightly in her trembling hands. "Forging DNA results? Tarnishing another student's name with lies?! What exactly did you think you were going to gain?!"

Florence stood stiff, arms folded like her attitude wasn't already on life support.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" The principal demanded, her eyes narrowing like knives.

Florence scoffed, rolling her eyes. "In my defense," she began, with an entitlement that had no business being present, "my privacy was invaded by some nosy students in this school. That alone is a criminal offense. If I'm going to be punished, then so should they."

The silence that followed was deadly.

Mrs. Chinaza stared at her like she'd just grown horns and hooves. "You're still talking?" she said slowly, like she couldn't believe the delusion. "No remorse, no apology, just pure arrogance."

Florence blinked, but the attitude didn't leave.

"Fine," Mrs. Chinaza said, her voice calmer now-too calm. "Drop your badge on my desk by the end of today."

The words hit Florence like bricks.

"You've officially been revoked of your duties. You're no longer the health prefect. In fact, you're lucky we're not calling your parents or the police yet."

Florence's lips parted like she wanted to argue, but no sound came out.

"Dismissed."

And just like that, the room felt colder. Florence turned slowly, hands shaking despite her forced composure.

As she reached the door, she caught her reflection in the glass cabinet-no longer the perfect, feared, revered prefect who wanted to bring justice but a girl who just got burnt.

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Florence decided to skip school and head over to Blooming Clinics. The only place she felt she belonged at the moment.

As she opened the door to the clinic, the first thing she saw was Amir ─ who helped her forge the DNA results talking to Mrs Naledi ─ the head doctor and manager of the hospital.

They seemed to be having a very serious conversation, with the way they haven't noticed her presence yet.

She clears her throat.

They both stopped what they were doing and looked at her direction.

She gave Amir a knowing look but he just ignored her and pretended nobody was there.

"If you would excuse me, I have some patients I need to attend to." Amir excused himself, leaving her and Mrs Naledi.

"Good morning ma I─"

"Pack your things and never set foot in this hospital as long as you live." With that she started walking away leaving Florence confused.

Florence not having it, cornered her. "Excuse me ma, is everything okay?"

She turned to face her. "I am the one supposed to ask you that question, why are you forging DNA results? Are you trying to tarnish the image of this hospital, people like you aren't to be trusted please go away and never come back."

She walked away with the last sentence being said.

Florence stood there watching her until her figure disappeared.

She couldn't believe this.

Everything she's been working for her whole life is just being thrown away.

As she stepped foot out of the hospital, everything just seemed dull, like she doesn't have a future or anything to live for again.

She swore on one thing.

If she's going down...

Sonia will go down with her.

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A/N

Ehya, I actually feel sad for Florence. Even her sister no support am😂😭

Well this chapter was supposed to drop on 17th (my birthday) but I honestly couldn't wait.

I'll also drop another chapter on my birthday so stay tuned.

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