A Dynasty of Deceit
In the cutthroat world of Nigeria's elite, the Maduako dynasty reigns supreme, built on secrets and wealth. Chief Alaric Maduako, the ruthless patriarch, denies his son Zayn, forcing him to grow up in the slums with his discarded mother. Zayn learns to survive and fight, fueled by betrayal and a hunger to reclaim his rightful place.
As Zayn rises to power, he crosses paths with Adanna Ojukwu, the poised daughter of a rival dynasty. Despite being promised to another man, they find an undeniable truth in each other - a love that threatens to destroy everything they've been groomed to protect.
Zayn's ascent to power is complicated by his family's dark past and the web of deceit that surrounds him. His dying father wants to erase the past, while his half-brother will stop at nothing to dominate the family's legacy. Every truth Zayn uncovers puts him closer to the edge, with loyalty, family, and love hanging in the balance.
This sweeping tale of vengeance, legacy, and forbidden love explores the ruthless world of Nigeria's billionaires, where loyalty is a mask, family is a weapon, and betrayal can come from those closest to you. As Zayn navigates this treacherous landscape, he must confront the secrets of his family's past and the true cost of power.
The story is a complex exploration of the consequences of ambition, power, and the lengths people will go to protect their legacy. With its rich characters and intricate plot, A Dynasty of Deceit promises to captivate readers with its gripping narrative and unexpected twists.
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Chapter: Chapter Eleven: Ghosts In The MarbleEven in death, Alaric Maduako cast a longer shadow than most men did in life, and in the weeks that followed his burial, it became evident to Zayn that the dynasty he thought had finally died with his father had only gone underground, shedding its skin like a serpent, retreating not into silence, but into strategy, because while public sentiment tilted in his favor, while social media worshipped his grassroots revolution and DYN Holdings was heralded as the blueprint for ethical wealth across Africa, there were whispers about a new syndicate rising, one composed not of men in boardrooms, but women in lace, cousins with military clearance, priests who once dined at Alaric’s table, and foreign brokers owed favors sealed with blood, and though no one named it aloud.it moved like a shadow council and Zayn, who had spent the last year exposing enemies, now found himself walking through cities where his name was both prayer and curse. The breach on his servers wasn’t random. After three we
Last Updated: 2025-07-21
Chapter: Chapter Ten: The Silence Before ThunderBy the time the Maduako name began to fracture publicly, like a kingdom built on mirrors finally cracking from within, Zayn no longer flinched at headlines or threats. He no longer paused when armored vehicles lurked a few seconds longer outside his Lagos condo or when encrypted emails arrived in code red from whistleblowers buried inside Alaric’s financial engine, because by now, he had learned something invaluable, dynasties don’t fall by force, they rot from the inside, quietly with every lie exposed and every silence weaponized, and he had become both scalpel and spotlight, dissecting corruption not just to destroy the legacy that had disowned him, but to build something unkillable from its remains. DYN Holdings continued to grow, its name now whispered not only in Nigerian boardrooms but in African Union circles, its flagship transparency platform adopted by three countries for land rights auditing, its logo graffitied on the backs of school notebooks from Port Harcourt to Nairo
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: Chapter Nine: The Kingdom He BuiltWhen Zayn stepped out from under the shadow of the Maduako name, stripped of legal recognition, family inheritance, and media favor as quickly as he had been given it, the world waited for him to fall, but instead, he expanded like a force that had only just begun moving, and it started with silence. Three days of vanishing from headlines and conversations, during which the world speculated his defeat. The Maduakos celebrated their restoration, and Tobe threw a lavish party in Banana Island featuring influencers, champagne towers, and a not-so-subtle performance of legacy reclaimed but Zayn was nowhere near the coast. He was in Enugu, sitting on cracked cement steps with Obinna Ede, an 80 years old community leader and former petroleum engineer whose small co-operative of landowners had, decades ago, been tricked out of mineral rights by a Maduako subsidiary now defunct on paper but still draining the land. Zayn listened, asked questions no Maduako ever had, and when he left, he did s
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: A Seat at the Table The Maduako estate was nothing like Zayn imagined not just the size or the splendor, which were both monstrous, sprawling acres of manicured gardens and marble hallways wide enough to swallow entire lives. But the atmosphere, the way the air itself seemed thick with surveillance and memory, every chandelier looks like an eye, every polished floor echoed with footsteps of ancestors who had built this dynasty on oil, sweat, and secrets and yet, as he stepped through the gates in a navy suit tailored, Zayn felt nothing but stillness, because he wasn’t here for validation or welcome. He was here to walk into the lion’s den and let the lion see what it had spawned.The guards at the gate didn’t stop him, they nodded once, like they had been told to expect a storm in human form, and inside, everything was silent. It was the kind of silence reserved for mourning or betrayal and then he saw them. They sat at the long obsidian dining table that stretched across the hall like a medieval altar.
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: Chapter Seven: Blood Never LiesThe letter sat untouched on the wooden desk for two days, its envelope neatly slit, the contents spread like an autopsy report. It had legal jargon, paternity clauses, veiled threats masked as procedurebut it wasn’t the bold crest of Maduako Holdings at the top that made Zayn pause, it was the signature at the bottom, inked in a steady, deliberate hand, Alaric T. Maduako. His father’s name not just printed but written, alive, and undeniably a name he’d heard only in whispered curses and childhood nightmares now staring at him like a mirror he had spent his whole life avoiding. Though he had once dreamed of this, fantasized about this exact confrontation, imagined storming into the Maduako estate with truth as his sword and justice as his crown, now that the door was open, it didn’t feel like victory, it felt like a trap.Adanna watched him silently, curled on the sofa in their Calabar hideout, the ocean air drifting through the open shutters, her fingers tapping against her thigh rhy
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Chapter: Chapter Six: The Cost of Being ChosenZayn dropped the airtime card and ran without thinking. His heart hammered against his ribs like a warning bell, the plastic bag still swinging from his hand as he turned the corner just in time to see the tail lights of the black SUV vanish into the dusty road that snaked toward the outskirts of Ibadan. His feet stumbled and his mind was caught between instinct and terror because the scream still rang in his ears and he knew in his bones that they had found her, and not just her but them, their plans, their whispers, their quiet rebellion, and everything they had tried to bury in the shadows was now dragged into the light where monsters lived, so he ran back up to the flat, tearing through the narrow staircase to find the door kicked in. Splinters of wood scattered like broken bones across the floor, Adanna’s bag still sitting on the mattress where she’d left it. The contents were spilled, an old photograph of her mother, a novel with dog-eared corners, the necklace he’d given her o
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
