03/08/2025
Before the Bell rings( Part 1)
Before the Bell Rings
The Beginning
In the quiet hills of Ibadan’s Old Bodija, where wealth is inherited, not earned, and legacy matters more than morality, Serene Okafor stood on the cusp of a perfect future. Young, elegant, and brilliant, Serene was the name behind some of the city’s most exclusive interior designs. Her taste was flawless. Her profile — spotless.
Then came Steve Ogundele — charming, Ivy-league educated, heir to a powerful real estate empire. Their romance unfolded like something out of a billionaire's diary. Exclusive wine tastings in Cape Town. Jazz nights in Marrakesh. And finally, the proposal — on a private yacht off the coast of the Bahamas, with a diamond as cold and clear as Steve’s intentions.
The world saw the glamour.
Serene saw the details.
And two days to the wedding, she saw the truth.
Buried deep in a cloud folder Steve left open on his tablet was a carefully organized system: dates, videos, contracts, names. It wasn’t po*******hy. It was a pattern.
Steve and his inner circle — the "Brothers of the Fold," as they quietly called themselves — weren’t occultists. They were investors in manipulation. Their fe**sh wasn’t blood. It was control. Not demonic possession — but ethical violation wrapped in consent. They got their thrill not from harming women, but from convincing them they weren’t harmed.
Their signature ritual was subtle, clinical:
A custom drug mixed into vintage wine.
A night of simulated romance and emotional conditioning.
The bride wakes up, foggy but safe, believing it was just… unforgettable.
Except it wasn't.
It was filmed, discussed, reviewed, shared — analyzed like market data.
Some brides never knew.
Some did — too late.
And none ever spoke.
Serene didn’t panic. She calculated.
She knew her silence would only make her another data point. But if she played along, if she smiled at the right moments
To be continued..........
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction, and don't relate to anyone living or dead.
