The night after the slap, Damian did not sleep. His mother's face was swollen. She was sleeping on the floor, crying in her sleep. Austin was snoring loudly in the small room like nothing happened.Damian stared at the leaking roof. He was only 12 years old but he felt like a 40-year-old man. The words of the neighbors were still ringing in his head. "No one knows what this boy can become tomorrow."At 4am, Jayeola woke up as usual to fetch water. Damian pretended to sleep. When she left the house with her bucket, Damian stood up. He packed his only two shirts into a small nylon bag. He took his school notebook and a small picture of his mother.He wrote a small note on a paper and kept it under his mother's pillow."Mama, forgive me. I am going to Lagos to find our future. I will come back as a billionaire. I promise no one will slap you again. - Your son, Damian."Then he ran.He ran barefoot through the village bush path. He did not look back because if he looked back, he would cry

At 6 AM, three black Prados left the hotel to go to Lagos. Chief Williams, Jayeola, and Damian were in the middle car. Police escort in front and back.The road was quiet and foggy. Damian was sleeping on his mother's lap, dreaming of his new school. Jayeola was holding her father's hand, still crying with joy.Suddenly, a big trailer with no plate number came from nowhere at full speed. It was aiming directly at the middle car where Damian was."CHIEF! TRAILER!" The driver shouted.The driver tried to swerve, but the trailer hit them hard from the side. GBAM!All three cars somersaulted into the bush. Glass shattered. People were shouting. The police escort quickly came out with guns and started shooting at the trailer, but the trailer did not stop. It ran away into the bush path.In the middle car, Chief Williams had hit his head and was bleeding. Jayeola was unconscious. Damian's leg was trapped under the seat. He was crying, "Mama! Grandpa!"Villagers from nearby farms heard the a

After the revenge in the village, Damian returned to Lagos and resumed his billionaire training. He was now in charge of Williams Foundation, giving scholarships and building schools.But something had changed. He could not forget the face of the beautiful girl he saw in the crowd that day in the village. The fair girl who was staring at him.One evening, Chief Williams called him to his private study."Damian, you are now 15 years old. You are a billionaire heir. You have done revenge. But a man is not complete without two things — power and love. It is time for you to go to real school, not home school. I have enrolled you in Greenfield International School, the most expensive secondary school in Lagos, where all the children of billionaires and governors go. You will meet your own kind there."Damian was excited and nervous. He had never been to a real big school since he was expelled from his village primary school.On Monday morning, a convoy of three cars took Damian to Greenfie

Two weeks after the kidnap, Chief Williams called a Board Meeting at Williams Tower, Victoria Island — the 30-storey headquarters of Williams Group.All directors, 20 big men in suits, came with their files. They thought Chief was going to announce his retirement and give the company to Kola or Femi. They did not know Kola and Femi were now in prison awaiting trial.Chief entered the boardroom with Damian. Damian was now 16 years old, wearing a navy blue three-piece suit, custom-made from London. He looked like a small man, not a boy. Sophie and Jayeola were sitting in the VIP gallery, watching proudly.Chief stood up. "Gentlemen, for 40 years I built Williams Group from one petrol station to 50 billion naira empire. I have two sons in prison because they tried to kill my blood. Today, I will announce my successor."The directors were whispering, "Who? Is it an outsider?"Chief held Damian's hand. "This is Damian Williams, my grandson. The son of my daughter Jayeola. He is 16 years ol

Six months after the mansion was built in the village, Damian was sitting in his CEO office on the 30th floor of Williams Tower. He was now the most famous 17-year-old in Africa. Forbes Africa had listed him as "30 Under 30" youngest billionaire.He was signing a 5 billion naira contract with a Chinese company when Sophie burst into his office without knocking, something only she could do."Damian! Damian! Big news!" Sophie was breathing fast, holding an envelope.Damian smiled, "Mrs. Future CEO, you cannot enter like that, you will scare my investors."Sophie dropped the envelope on his table. "Open it."Damian opened it. It was an admission letter from Harvard University, USA. "Sophie Williams has been admitted to Harvard Business School, Early Admission Program for Young Leaders..."Damian shouted, "Harvard? You got Harvard?"Sophie nodded, tears in her eyes. "Yes! And you also applied? Check your email!"Damian quickly opened his email. There it was — "Damian Williams, you have be