TREASURE OF HEART

STANLEY O. C. AMADI

(Prose version)

© Amadi O. C Stanley 2013

Email: stanleyamadiofficial@gmail.com

All rights reserved. No part of this publication should be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the author.

This is a Prose Version of the original published play by the same author.

ISBN: 978-978-52186-2-6

First published in  September 2013, by Emhai Printing Press.

Reprinted in 2018 by Emhai printing Press.

Revised in January, 2025. (Prose Version)

Emhai Publishing Co. Shop 42 Shopping Complex, University of Port Harcourt, Nigeria, Choba.

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DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to God Almighty, and to the lovers of morality who would want to stand out from the crowd of immorality.

Secondly, I present this book to my lovely Parents  Chief Joseph Amadi, and Mrs. Comfort Amadi, and to all those who had carried out their parental roles and responsibilities.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

I would here with, like to use this medium to appreciate and acknowledge, first and foremost, the effort of the persons who proof read this book, in persons of Mr. Chile Emenike and Miss Chinwendu Ejezie and all those who had inspired the motivation and birthing of this book.

My profound gratitude also goes to all those who had contributed in no small measure to the success of this book- financially, materially, morally and in prayers whom are too numerous to mention. My prayer to every one of you is that the Lord Almighty, will reciprocate his blessings to you in a greater measure, Amen.

Above all, I thank the Almighty God,  who in his infinite mercy, has granted me the inspiration, wisdom, knowledge, strength and good health, to put this work together, and has made it to be a success at last.

To my dear readers, thank you for your delight in this work. This could be the best gift to give to schools, students,  relatives, friends and well-wishers.

PREFACE

TREASURE OF THE HEART Is a fictional work with a passionate tale of morality; pride and self esteem, rape, betrayal, actions and consequences, forgiveness, friendship and love, which makes up the general theme.

It has its setting in the city of Port Harcourt, South-South, Nigeria, with a significant plot on the experiences of a young lady, Jane who has been disappointed severally in her quest for a man who would regard her idea and self esteem -no premarital sex before marriage.

Jane finally finds herself a true lover-Mr. Brandel who cherishes her for her pride. The unique features of this work are relayed in the suspense of the story, which is filled with heart break and tragedy. Contrary to her esteem, Jane becomes pregnant in her relationship with Brandel. Brandel, not being responsible for her pregnancy, and Jane not knowing who is responsiblle for her pregnancy as such, the father of her unborn child.

The main character in the story leans on Jane, the heroine. All actions in the story are centered on Jane. A character whose roles compliment that of Jane is Brandel. These two characters are the figures holding the true nature of the story as their roles are complimentary to the major themes of the story; pride and love.

Just as given above, the main themes of this play is centered on pride (self esteem) and love. There are strong and factual statements which communicates the idea of the themes as seen in the story.

Brandel in poetic statement said "I thought I can never love again because I was swimming in the pain of love."

Jane in the same expression said "I thought there was never a true love, which would regard my pride or idea for a   successful love."

Additionally, Jane in a discussion with Brandel said "I had an idea that we both agreed and shared together, but he made a mess of it."

The suspense in this story makes the reader anxious and to crave for the end of the story. The play is written as a tragic-comedy, which gives the impression of satisfaction to every reader.

The story is aimed towards entertaining the reader as well as drop values of morals, to every reader. This work therefore, is recommended for schools, children, and adults to read, deduce and profit thereby.

Lastly, the English used in this story, is simple, therefore, makes it very easy to understand every word. This in turn, would make it very helpful for students not to go through the stress of making notes of new words, and looking  it up, which might obstruct their interest and understanding of the ideas conveyed in the passage while reading. The dialogue is in the day to day language, which in whole makes the story to take the form of non-fiction.

AMADI O.C STANLEY

Author

FOREWARD

In recent times, there has been a quantum leap in moral decadence among the youths in our society. This has ruined many youths with bright future and has brought shame to families and the society at large. Treasure of the Heart is one of the most recent narratives which explain a dimension of this problem.

The story is a campaign against premarital sex among the youths which has become prevalent in our society. It makes case for the respect of moral values, decency and dignity of the human life in relationship among unmarried people. While advocating that marriage should be based on shared values, mutual respect, and understanding, it warns against carelessness and revealed the venerability of the female child. It condemns rape and recommends imprisonment for perpetrators to make culprits to reap what they have sowed.

The story exposes betrayal in friendship in gender relations and upholds the virtue of forgiveness in spite of the injury one might suffer. It also advocates the sanctity of true love and friendship in marital courtship as a panacea to the challenges of marital relationship.

The author made good use of literary devices to sustain the curiosity of the reader. This is the hallmark of a good play. Besides, the play is written in simple language which gives all and sundry the opportunity to understand the message the author is passing across. I therefore, commend the author, Stanley O. C. Amadi for this wonderful contribution to knowledge. This book is must read for youths, young people and intending couples. I therefore strongly recommend the book for use in secondary schools and tertiary institutions for literary and moral instructions.

Dr Callistus U. Ojirika

Chapter One

An Invitation

It was a quiet evening at the Nelsons' home. The dining room was filled with the comforting aroma of a simple African meal, particularly the Aluu clan in the Ikwerre origin. A meal well prepared and garnished for anyone to salivate and crave. the family sat together, enjoying each other's company. Mr. Gilbert Nelson, a retired civil servant, sat at the head of the table, savoring his meal. His wife, Mrs. Gilbert, sat beside him, while their daughter Jane appeared restless, her mind in a thoughtful sojourn to a wonderland, hoping to communicate her thoughts without been declined. She opted out to say, knowing that whatever consideration or stand taken, would always being for her best interest, with the loving and disciplined parents she has.

"Dad!" Jane called, breaking the silence, as everyone was more focussed on their meals. Mr. Gilbert glanced up from his plate. "Yes, Jane, What is it?"

Jane leaned forward with excitement in her eyes and a girly tone. "I got an invitation from Tony, my fiancé. He wants me to come and spend a few weeks with him at his place in Port Harcourt."

Her father put down his fork, his expression thoughtful. "Why do you think he wants you to come?"

Jane hesitated before answering. "I can’t really say for sure, but it seems to be about our marriage plans, from the way he sounded." Mr. Gilbert nodding slowly while giving some thoughts, asked "When do you plan to go there?"

"This weekend," Jane replied eagerly.

Mr. Gilbert turned to his wife. "Dear, you’ve heard what our daughter said. What do you think about Tony’s invitation?" Mrs. Gilbert gave a small shrug. "If you consider it worthwhile to give our consent, what more can I say? It's okay for her to go." She turned to Jane with a motherly gaze. "Jane, you just need to be careful. Don’t go there and compromise your values. Do you understand?"

Jane smiled warmly. "Yes, Mum. I appreciate your concern for my welfare and pride."

Mr. Gilbert chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "What? Are you saying am I an uncaring father?" Jane laughed along with her parents. "Oh no, Dad! I would never say that."

"So, what do you mean, then?" he teased, his smile widening.

"You’re a kind father, the kind that every child would wish for," Jane said sincerely. Mr. Gilbert pretended to gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. "Oh my God! Thank you. You’ve just cooled me down like ice on a red-hot metal."

Mrs. Gilbert playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, darling, you’re so jealous. You don’t even know if she’s flattering you or not."

Mr. Gilbert turned to his daughter with mock indignation. "Jane, did you hear that?"

Jane shook her head, laughing. "Mum, don’t say that. Dad, you know I could never flatter you."

"Then prove it!" Mr. Gilbert demanded, still pretending to be out of breath.

Jane grinned. "You’re so kind that every child would want you as their father."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!" Jane affirmed.

Mr. Gilbert's expression softened, and he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Thank you, my dear daughter. Your words are more precious than gold and are priceless to me."

"Thank you, Dad," Jane said, beaming. "Would you like more of the meal?"

"No, thank you," he replied, patting his stomach. "I’m quite satisfied."

Mrs. Gilbert looked around the table. "Jane, please clean up the table."

"Certainly, Mum," Jane replied as she stood up and began to gather the dishes.

It was an atmosphere of warmth and love for the Gilberts' as the evening light dimmed, casting a warm glow over the dining room as the family shared a moment of peace and love in their home.

Chapter Two

The Price of Love

Port Harcourt welcomed Jane with a warm, humid breeze. The streets buzzed with life as she made her way to Tony’s house, a modern abode tucked away in a serene neighborhood. The exterior of the building was adorned with vibrant flowers, their colors dancing in the sunlight, and trees stood tall like silent sentinels guarding the home. Jane pushed open the iron gate and walked through the compound, her footsteps crunching softly on the gravel path. She reached the door, took a deep breath and rang the bell.

From inside, a soft voice called out, "I’m coming." Jane leaned against the doorframe and sighed. "Oh my God, it’s been a hectic day."

The door slid open, and Tony appeared, his face lighting up with joy. His smile was warm, like sunshine breaking through clouds after a storm.

"My goodness! You’re welcome," he said, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

"Thank you, dear," Jane replied, her voice carrying the weariness of her journey.

"How are Mum and Dad?" Tony asked, stepping aside to let her in.

Jane smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "We give God thanks. They are both healthy."

Tony studied her face for a moment, his eyes filled with admiration. "I can see that through your look. You seem radiant, despite the long trip."

Jane blushed. "Thank you so much. Mum and Dad sent their regards."

Tony exhaled deeply, a gesture of gratitude and relief. "I knew they would. Thank you. But you must be exhausted after your long journey."

"Really, I am," Jane confessed, her shoulders sagging slightly.

"Come on, you need to freshen up," Tony said gently, guiding her toward the guest room.

"Alright," she agreed, her smile softening as she disappeared down the hallway.

---

Days passed quickly, as Jane and Tony sat in the sittingroom, the atmosphere filled with shared laughter and quiet moments afterwards. But beneath the surface, Jane sensed an unspoken tension, a storm brewing on the horizon. Tony finally broke the silence.

"I’m sure you’ve been wondering why I haven’t brought up the issue of our marriage," he began, his voice steady but distant.

Jane looked up, her heart quickening. "Yes, I have. It’s been on my mind, and I can’t deny that it’s became a burden."

"There’s nothing to panic about," Tony assured her, though his tone suggested otherwise. "I know the time we proposed for our wedding is near. But there’s… an issue."

Jane’s chest tightened. "What issue?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony exhaled slowly, as if bracing himself for a difficult confession. "I think… you need to get pregnant before the marriage ceremony."

For a moment, Jane was speechless. Her mind reeled, grappling with the weight of his words. "What?" she stammered, panic rising in her chest. "Are you… are you serious? After all these years, you’re telling me this?"

Tony’s expression hardened. "Yes. How else can I be sure we’ll have children? I’m tired of your old-fashioned policies."

Jane shook her head in disbelief. "You can’t be serious. We’ve come this far, and you want to throw it all away because of a demand like this? Have you lost faith in me?"

Tony’s voice grew sharper. "Jane, will you just shut up? I’ve had enough of your boring principles. How can I commit to a marriage without knowing if we can have children? I need certainty!" I got to be sure, just beyond expectations, assumptions or even a medical confirmation of fitness and compatibility!"

"Tony, please," Jane pleaded, her voice breaking. "Why can’t you see reason? We agreed to wait. We’ve waited this long—why not just a few more weeks?"

"I’ve told you," Tony said coldly. "This is no longer about patience."

Jane stood abruptly, tears welling in her eyes. "Fine! If that’s how you feel, then excuse me!" She left the sittingroom in a flurry, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Moments later, she returned, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"I can see I’m no longer needed here," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "So, I’m leaving."

Tony’s eyes widened in shock. "But you can’t…"

"Goodbye, Tony," Jane cut him off, her words final.

With a heavy heart, she walked out the door and into the fading light. The brightness of the day seemed to dim as she disappeared into the distance, leaving Tony standing alone, a man whose fear of uncertainty had cost him the love of his life.

Chapter Three

Lessons from Disappointment

The atmosphere in the Nelson household was calm, but with simmered emotions. Jane sat on the living room couch, her thoughts replaying the events of her visit to Port Harcourt. The familiar scent of home brought her some comfort, but the sting of disappointment still lingered in her heart. With a deep grunt, she broke the silence. "Mum, that’s how it all ended," she said, shaking her head. "I had to leave his place immediately. I never knew he was an impostor—so far from the kind of man I had wanted and dreamt of."

Mrs. Gilbert, the ever pillar of faith and resilience, sighed softly. "My daughter, don’t let this incident disturb you," she said gently. "The God knows what’s best for His children. Remember, the Scriptures tell us to give thanks in all circumstances, for it’s His will concerning us. Put yourself together. One thing I know for certain is that the right man for you will certainly come."

Jane leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. Her expression was calm, almost serene. "Mum, you speak as if I’m worried. I’m not. I count it as nothing." Her voice was steady, filled with quiet strength.

Mr. Gilbert cleared his throat, drawing their attention to his calm, observant and thoughtful presence. "My dear," he began, his tone filled with pride and affection, "I truly admire your courage. You’ve handled this situation with grace. And let me remind you—disappointment is often an appointment with destiny. A broken courtship is far better than a broken marriage."

Jane smiled at her father, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mum. What’s happened has happened. I refuse to let it stir any wrong emotions in me. One thing I’m sure of is that God specializes in things that seem impossible. Even if the world claims no man would want to marry a lady without testing her purity, I know God will prove them wrong." She paused, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Everything comes to those who wait. Now, I really need to go and prepare supper. It’s getting late."

Mrs. Gilbert rose from her chair, ready to assist. "I’ll join you in a couple of minutes." Jane waved her off with a gentle smile. "Ah, Mum! It’s needless. Just relax." Moments later, the family gathered around the dining table, the comforting clatter of dishes and the soft hum of conversation filling the room. It was a simple meal, but the warmth shared at the table made it feel like a feast.

As they ate, Jane spoke up. "Dad?"

"Yes, dear?" Mr. Gilbert responded, looking up from his plate.

"I think I’ll be returning to the office on Monday," Jane said.

Mrs. Gilbert’s brow furrowed with concern. "So soon? I thought you were on leave."

"I was," Jane confirmed, a hint of regret in her voice. "If not for that disgusting incident, I was supposed to return tomorrow—Sunday—to resume work on Monday."

Mr. Gilbert nodded thoughtfully. "So, your leave officially ends tomorrow, and you’ll be back to work."

"Yes, Dad," Jane affirmed.

"You don’t need our permission to go back to work," Mr. Gilbert said with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Jane chuckled softly. "Dad, I do."

He smiled warmly. "Alright then. Off to work you go."

"Thank you, Dad," Jane said, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

As they continued their meal, a quiet sense of hope settled over the family. Though life had thrown them unexpected trials, they held fast to their faith and love, believing that brighter days lay ahead.

Chapter Four

A New Encounter

The warm afternoon sun cast a golden hue on the bustling street outside Alpha Press Limited, a publishing house known for its prestige and productivity. Inside, the rhythmic clatter of computer keyboards and the soft murmur of conversations filled the air. At her desk near the reception, Jane meticulously arranged files, her fingers moving deftly from one document to the next. Her focused demeanor exuded professionalism, yet a faint trace of the emotional turmoil from her recent encounter lingered beneath her composed exterior.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled her attention away from her task. A man, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication and success, strode towards her. His confident gait and polished appearance hinted at someone accustomed to commanding attention.

"Hello, young lady," he greeted warmly, his voice smooth as silk.

Jane glanced up, meeting his gaze with a polite smile. "Good day, sir."

"Thank you," he replied, nodding courteously.

"How can I be of help to you?" Jane asked, her voice steady and professional.

"Is your boss in?" the visitor inquired, his eyes subtly studying the poised figure before him.

Jane's gaze remained unwavering. "Your name, please."

"Brandel," he answered, his tone carrying an air of importance.

Jane reached for the telephone, her fingers dialing with practiced precision. "Sir," she spoke into the receiver, pausing momentarily. "A man named Brandel is here to see you… Okay, sir." She placed the receiver back in its cradle. "Please, you may go in," she said, pointing towards the manager’s office.

"Thank you," Brandel said with a courteous nod.

"You’re welcome," Jane replied before returning to her work.

---

In the manager’s office, Jacob, a composed and dignified figure, stood to greet his guest.

"Oh, good day, sir," Jacob said, extending a hand.

"Good day, Jacob. How’s the day going?" Brandel asked, shaking hands firmly.

"Very well, sir."

"And how is work?"

Jacob smiled. "We’re progressing. Indeed, employment is enjoyment."

Brandel chuckled. "I can see that."

Jacob inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you, sir."

Brandel leaned forward slightly. "I spoke with your director yesterday. He had quite a lot to say about the administration and the progress of the company."

Jacob’s interest piqued. "What were his words?"

"Oh, he was very impressed," Brandel said with a smile. "He recounted numerous successes under your leadership."

Jacob waved a hand modestly. "Sir, I’m really flattered."

"You better not be," Brandel said with a light laugh. "I’m also impressed. You’ve never given a bad image to my recommendation of you."

"Sir," Jacob said sincerely, "I can never betray your trust in me."

"That’s reassuring," Brandel said. After a brief pause, he added, "By the way, who is that girl out there?"

"You mean the secretary?" Jacob asked.

"Yes, exactly."

"She’s Jane," Jacob explained. "A decent girl indeed. She carries herself with respect, and I greatly admire her virtues."

Brandel raised an eyebrow. "I see… Are you not thinking of getting married?"

Jacob chuckled softly. "Sir, I am."

"Then what’s holding you back?"

Jacob shook his head. "Marriage isn’t something to rush into."

Brandel leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. "Are you trying to say you’re still searching, when you have a girl like that right under your recommendation?"

Jacob laughed heartily. "But, sir, you’re supposed to get married before me."

Brandel waved dismissively. "Oh, damn that. Ever since Tonia disappointed me, I’ve been very careful with ladies. But wait a minute, Jacob—are you… hanging out with her?"

"With whom?"

"Jane, of course! Who else would I be talking about?"

Jacob cleared his throat. "Just as I said earlier, she’s a person of honor. She believes in maintaining integrity and avoids any actions that could compromise her values. And off course interaction with staff, is basically official with no strings attached."

Brandel nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting… Do you mind introducing me to her?"

Jacob smiled. "Why not? It would be an honor."

"Shall we?"

"Right away," Jacob said, taking the lead as Brandel followed.

---

Back at Jane’s desk, the two men approached with purpose.

"Miss Jane," Jacob called out.

"Sir?" Jane responded, standing up.

"I believe the files for Brain Breeder Academy are ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"And is there any booked appointment at noon tomorrow?"

"No, sir."

"Okay, that’s right," Jacob said, preparing to leave before stopping abruptly. "Ah, Jane, that reminds me. This is Mr. Brandel, the director of St. Saco’s Printing Concept."

Jane stood with a polite smile. "Sir, you are welcome."

Brandel extended his hand, and Jane accepted it with grace. Their hands lingered briefly, an unspoken connection passing between them.

"Thank you," Brandel said softly. "You’re…?"

"Jane," she said, gently reclaiming her hand.

"I’m Brandel," he introduced himself, holding her gaze for a moment longer.

Jacob cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "He’s a honorary associate. Please accord him priority whenever he visits."

"Yes, sir," Jane replied, resuming her work.

Brandel leaned toward Jacob. "Do you mind if she joins me for lunch?"

Jacob smiled knowingly. "She’s free to do so."

Jane hesitated. "Sir, I still have some work left."

Jacob waved it off. "Don’t worry about it. You can keep it pending. Just honor the request."

Brandel turned to Jane, his eyes hopeful. "Shall we?"

Jane sighed softly. "Okay."

As they made their way to the door, they are seen at the car park. Brandel opened the car door for Jane, and made a gentlemanly gesture towards her, bidding her politely to the car. Moments later, Brandel drives back to the office with Jane.

Thanks for your company. It was worthwhile and Insightful beyond just lunch, Brandel said. Jane with courtesy returned the compliment with a warm thanks. "So, do you mind going out for lunch tomorrow as well?" Brandel asked.

Jane shook her head. "I don’t think so."

Brandel frowned slightly. "Why not?"

"It’s during official hours. I still have duties to carry out."

Brandel grinned. "I’ll take care of tomorrow’s duties. Now, are you saying you’re in?"

Jane hesitated before nodding. "Okay, till then."

Brandel’s face lit up with delight. "Till then?"

"Yes, until then."

"Alright. That’s more encouraging," Brandel said as he hopped into his car and drove off, knowing he could easily sort the timing out with Mr Jacob.

Chapter Five

A New Beginning

The sun hovered at its peak, casting golden streaks across the Gilberts' living room. Jane emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a simple yet elegant gown that hugged her modest figure. Her steps were light, as though her heart carried a secret joy. She settled herself between her parents, who were engrossed in the news program airing on the television.

"Jane," her father greeted, glancing briefly at her radiant expression. "You seem to be in high spirits today." Jane flashed a shy smile. "Yes, Dad. I'm stepping out for a while."

Mrs. Gilbert turned, studying her daughter with a mother's discerning gaze. "Going out?" she echoed, her voice laced with curiosity. "And to whom, may I ask?"

"Just a friend," Jane replied, her lips curving ever so slightly.

Mrs. Gilbert leaned in, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, a friend," she teased. "That smile of yours tells me this 'friend' is no ordinary acquaintance."

Jane chuckled softly. "Mum!"

But her mother wasn't one to let such a topic slide. "Is there something you’d like to share with us?" Jane shook her head, though her cheeks were tinted with a blush. "It's just a casual visit, Mum."

Mr. Gilbert, ever the protective father, leaned forward. "Whoever this friend is, Jane, I trust you'll be home before nightfall."

"I will, Dad," she promised, standing up. "See you later."

Her mother waved as Jane headed toward the door. "Goodbye, dear. And remember, we're always here to listen."

---

Jane soon found herself standing before Brandel’s apartment, a modern abode that spoke of both comfort and sophistication. She marveled at the neatly arranged furniture, the muted tones that gave the room a calm, inviting aura. The faint hum of a TV program filled the space as she settled on the plush sofa, waiting for her host.

Brandel emerged moments later, dressed casually but with an air of charm that was hard to ignore. His eyes lit up upon seeing her.

"Jane!" he greeted warmly. "You’re here."

"Of course, yeah, I am." she replied with a smile. "And what a lovely place you have." She added.

"Thank you. Though, I must say, it feels a quite empty with just me here."

Jane nodded thoughtfully. "I can imagine. It’s a beautiful apartment."

Brandel walked over to the refrigerator. "What can I get you? Juice? Soda?"

"Just water, please."

"Water it is," he said with a chuckle, few moments later after returning with the water. But before he could pour, Jane rose from her seat.

"Let me," she insisted, taking a glass and filling it herself. "No need to fuss."

Brandel watched her with quiet admiration. "You’re different, Jane."

"Different?"

"Yes. You carry yourself with grace, humility, and integrity. It’s rare to see that."

Jane smiled, taking a sip of her water. "I try to stay true to myself."

They sat together, the conversation flowing naturally.

"How are your parents?" Brandel asked.

"They’re doing well. I told them I was visiting a friend today. They don’t know who, though."

Brandel leaned forward slightly. "Would they mind if I visited them next week?"

Jane's face brightened. "I think they’d be pleased."

"Then it’s a date."

A moment of comfortable silence settled between them before Brandel spoke again.

"Jane, if you don’t mind me asking… are you in a relationship?"

Jane hesitated, memories flickering in her mind like distant shadows. "I was," she said softly.

"What happened?"

She took a deep breath. "We had a shared belief… a commitment to remain faithful and pure until marriage. But he broke that trust."

Brandel frowned. "How?"

Jane’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted the story. "He said he couldn't continue with our agreement. He doubted our future together. He wanted proof of fertility before marriage, and he pressured me to go against my values."

Brandel’s fists clenched subtly. "That’s unforgivable."

Jane shrugged, a sad smile on her lips. "It hurt, but I saw it as a warning—a glimpse of what the future would have been."

Brandel gazed at her with newfound respect. "I admire you even more now. Such strength and virtue… it’s rare."

Jane blushed under his intense gaze. "Thank you."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Jane stood. "I should get going. My parents wouldn’t want me out too late."

Brandel grabbed his car keys. "Allow me to give you a ride."

---

The drive to Jane’s home was peaceful, filled with quiet conversations and stolen glances. As they neared her house, Brandel slowed the car.

"Why don’t you let me come in and say hello to your parents?" he suggested.

Jane hesitated. "Perhaps next week, as planned."

Brandel chuckled softly. "Fair enough. I’ll hold you to that."

Jane opened the car door but paused before stepping out. "Thank you, Brandel. For today."

"No, thank you, Jane. For being you."

She smiled, leaning in slightly. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," Brandel echoed, his voice laced with warmth.

As she walked toward her house, Brandel watched her until she disappeared inside. His heart stirred with emotions he hadn't felt in a long time—a sense of hope, joy, and the possibility of a beautiful future.

With a contented sigh, he started the car and drove away, a smile lingering on his lips.

Chapter Six

The Unspoken Proposals

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Gilberts’ residence. The living room basked in a peaceful glow from the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. Mr. Gilbert sat in his favorite armchair, a newspaper spread before him, though his expression portrayed more irritation than interest in the articles. His wife, Mrs. Gilbert, lounged comfortably beside him, her gaze fixed on the television, absorbed in a lifestyle program. The air was calm, save for the occasional rustling of paper or the faint dialogue from the TV.

The tranquility was broken by the sudden chime of the doorbell.

Mr. Gilbert lowered his newspaper slightly and cast a sideways glance at his wife.

“Honey, I think someone’s at the door,” he said in a low voice. “Call Jane to check who it is.”

Mrs. Gilbert nodded absentmindedly, not wanting to pull her attention away from the television.

“Alright, dear,” she responded, before calling out. “Jane! Jane, come quickly!”

The doorbell chimed again, louder and more insistent this time. Mrs. Gilbert, growing impatient, called out once more.

“Please hold on! Jane!”

At that moment, Jane appeared from the hallway, her face radiant as she adjusted the hem of her blouse.

“Yes, Mum?” she asked.

“There’s someone at the door,” her mother explained. “Go and see who it is.”

Jane nodded and made her way to the door. As she opened it, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her tone bright with delight. “You’re welcome!”

Standing on the doorstep was Brandel, dressed smartly as always, with a warm smile on his face. Beside him stood an older man, whose composed demeanor spoke of wisdom and age.

Jane turned toward the living room, her voice ringing with excitement.

“Dad! Mum! This is Mr. Brandel… and with him here is his uncle.”

Mr. Gilbert lowered his newspaper fully now, folding it neatly and placing it on the table. His gaze lingered on the visitors before he gestured toward the armchairs.

“Gentlemen, you’re welcome. Please, have a seat.”

Brandel and his uncle stepped into the sittingroom, their movements courteous and measured. Brandel nodded in gratitude as they sat down.

“Thank you, sir.”

Jane hesitated briefly, glancing toward her father.

“Dad, may I take my leave?”

“Yes, dear,” Mr. Gilbert replied, a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Please do.”

As Jane left the room, Mr. Gilbert turned his attention fully to the guests.

“So,” he began, clearing his throat, after a warm welcome and presentation of "Agí" in the Ikwerre dialect, which is commonly known as "Cola Nut" a typical way of demonstrating a warm welcome and reception in the traditional African way. “To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?” He said.

Brandel straightened in his seat, his expression earnest.

“Thank you for your hospitality, sir,” he began. “As Jane mentioned, I am Brandel Dum, and this is my uncle, Mr. Fred Dum.”

Mr. Gilbert turned to Mr. Fred and nodded politely.

“Once again, you are welcome, Mr. Dum.”

“Thank you, sir,” Mr. Fred responded warmly.

There was a brief pause before Mr. Gilbert leaned forward, his expression now curious.

“What brings you to my home today, with this noble presentations you came with?" Mr Gilbert Asked.

Mr. Fred cleared his throat, his voice measured and thoughtful as he began to speak.

“There is an old saying,” he began, “that when a child cries while pointing in a particular direction, it’s either toward the one who struck him or toward his mother.”

Mr. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the metaphor.

“Just as a bird cannot perch on a rope without it swaying, so too does our visit come with purpose,” Mr. Fred continued.

A smile spread across Mr. Gilbert’s face as he leaned back in his chair.

“And what might that purpose be?”

Mr. Fred chuckled softly before answering. "Just as the rabbit is not seen outside it's home in a broad daylight, so is our visit to you today." He said

"There's a great Treasure found in your home, and we wish to possess it. To put it plainly, sir, we are here to seek your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

At this, Mr. Gilbert’s eyes brightened with understanding.

“Ah, now you’ve let the cat out of the bag!” he exclaimed. “Very well, then.”

He paused, his expression growing more serious.

“My eldest children are already married and have built happy homes. Jane is my last daughter still at home. Are you referring to her?”

Brandel nodded, his gaze steady.

“Yes, sir. Jane is the one I’m speaking of.”

Mr. Gilbert leaned forward again, his tone now probing.

“Young man, do you truly believe Jane is the right person for you? Many young men today speak greatly of love, but when challenges arise, they forget their professions of love.”

Brandel kept his gaze, his voice steady and sincere.

“Sir, I don’t just think Jane is the right person for me. I know she is. She isn’t just the right person — she’s the only one. I wish to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Mr. Gilbert leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“Alright, I see.”

Turning to his wife, he called out gently.

“Darling?”

“Yes, dear?” Mrs. Gilbert responded.

“Please call Jane in,” he requested.

Mrs. Gilbert rose from her seat and disappeared into the room, returning moments later with Jane. They both sat on the sofa, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Mr. Gilbert turned to his daughter.

“Jane!”

“Yes, Dad?”

“Do you know this young man, Brandel?”

Jane blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“Yes, Dad. He’s a very nice person.”

Mr. Gilbert nodded slowly.

“Well, it might interest you to know that he is here to ask for your hand in marriage. What do you say to that?”

Jane’s eyes widened with joy, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Dad… I think I love him.”

Mr. Fred beamed with delight.

“All things work together for good,” he declared. “In-law… or should I say, to-be?”

Mr. Gilbert chuckled, the room lightening with laughter.

“To-be sounds more appropriate for now.” Mr Gilbert injected lightly with fun.

Mr. Fred rose from his seat, shaking hands with Mr. Gilbert.

“We’ll make our formal introduction soon,” he promised. “For now, we’ll take our leave.”

Mrs. Gilbert stepped forward, a look of hospitality in her eyes.

“Oh, you can’t leave just like that! We have refreshments ready in the dining room.” Mrs Gilbert informed

Mr. Fred chuckled. “Women will always be women,” he teased. “There’s no need to trouble yourself.”

“Are you saying you’ll take nothing before you leave?” Mrs. Gilbert asked.

“It’s better to leave that for when we return,” Mr. Fred said with a smile.

Brandel rose and bowed his head slightly in gratitude.

“Thank you very much, sir. Thank you, ma’am.”

Mr. Gilbert nodded in approval.

“Safe journey,” he said warmly as he walked them to the door.

As the door shut behind them, Jane lingered near the window, watching Brandel drive away. Her heart was light, filled with hope and promise for the future.

The light in the room dimmed as evening approached, casting long shadows on the walls, as if hinting at the dawn of a new chapter in Jane’s life.

Chapter Seven

The Shadow Beneath the Surface

The twilight of Sunday evening cast a golden hue over the polished, modern restaurant where Brandel and Jane sat across from each other. The soft lighting bounced off the crystal glasses and silver cutlery, creating a serene ambiance that framed their intimate conversation. A gentle hum of distant jazz music filled the air, wrapping the scene in a tranquil embrace.

Jane leaned in, her eyes glistening with admiration. “Sweetie…”

Brandel looked up, his gaze steady and affectionate. “Yes, dear?”

“I really appreciate you for keeping your promise to meet my parents,” she said, her voice tender yet earnest.

Brandel chuckled softly, his calm demeanor unwavering. “Jane, you’ve said this over and over again. Appreciation accepted.” He paused, holding her gaze. “I promised to visit your home and say hello to your parents, and I did just that.”

Jane smiled, her cheeks warming. “Yes, but you went beyond my expectations.”

Brandel leaned forward, clasping her hands gently but firmly. “Asking for your hand in marriage wasn’t planned or rehearsed, Jane. It simply felt… right.”

Her heart fluttered. “Exactly! That’s what I meant.”

“Look into my eyes,” Brandel whispered, his voice a steady anchor in the moment. “I love you. My love for you isn’t something that can be expressed with mere words. It’s a burning passion, Jane—one that words can’t extinguish. It must be nurtured, inflamed by actions.”

Tears welled in Jane’s eyes. “You’re one among a billion. My joy… my love for you… I can’t put it into words. I love you.” She confessed

Brandel smiled, his heart swelling. “Thank you, my love. Now, let’s talk about the next visit to your family.”

Jane nodded eagerly. “When will it be?”

Brandel glanced around the restaurant, a playful smirk on his lips. “This isn’t the best place to discuss that, is it?”

Jane laughed lightly. “No, it’s not. You’re right.”

Brandel reached into his briefcase and pulled out a document. “Before I forget, I’ll be making a business trip to Lagos tomorrow. I need you to deliver this file to Mr. Jacob at the office.”

Jane frowned slightly. “Oh! That’s unfortunate. I have a three-day leave starting tomorrow.”

Brandel tapped his chin thoughtfully. “In that case, could you take it to his residence? We’ve been there before; you should be able to find your way.”

Jane nodded. “That sounds better.”

Brandel handed her the file. “It’s an important transaction. Please ensure it gets to him unfailingly. I’ll leave the car with you.”

“I will, dear,” Jane promised. “How long will you be away?”

“Originally, a week,” Brandel said, then added, “but there may be additional work. It’s hard to say.”

Jane sighed, a shadow of worry crossing her face. “A week feels too long.”

Brandel cupped her cheek, his touch gentle. “I’ll be back before you know it. Please take care of yourself.”

Jane’s lips curved into a soft smile. “I will.”

---

Monday evening arrived, and Jane stepped out of the car in front of Mr. Jacob’s house. The gate creaked open, revealing a young man with a broad smile.

“Aunty Jane!” Ndifereke exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.

“Ndifereke!” Jane returned the smile. “How are you?”

“I’m fine… well, trying to be fine since you and Uncle Brandel forgot me.”

Jane chuckled, reaching into her bag to hand him some money. “We didn’t forget you. It’s just been a busy time.”

Ndifereke’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “Thank you, Aunty! This will be more than enough for snacks.”

Jane nodded. “Is your boss in?”

“Yes, he returned about an hour ago.”

Jane stepped into the sitting room, taking a seat on the leather couch. Minutes later, Mr. Jacob appeared, adjusting his glasses.

“Good evening, Jane. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Good evening, sir. I brought some documents from Brandel.”

Mr. Jacob accepted the file, flipping through its contents. “Ah, yes. I'm aware of his trip. He already hinted about the documents."

Jane’s gaze softened. “How’s your daughter, Favour?”

“She’s well, but she’s out of town.”

Jane stood, brushing her dress. “I should be on my way now.”

"Not at all, Please.,” Mr. Jacob protested. “You can’t leave without taking something.”

“Really, sir, I’m fine.”

But Mr. Jacob insisted, returning moments later with two glasses of chilled juice. They sipped in companionable silence, though an unease seemed to settle in the air.

---

Later that night, as Mr. Jacob drove home, his thoughts spiraled.

“What a mess I’m in. Does Ndifereke know too much? He’s close to Jane… Will he reveal what happened?” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I need to eliminate any risk. I must send Ndifereke away.”

The next morning, Jacob summoned the young man.

“You called, sir?”

“Yes. I’ll be traveling for two months. You need to return to the village.”

Ndifereke’s face fell. “To the village? But… why?”

Jacob handed him some money. “For your transportation. You’ll leave tomorrow.” He left, disheartened.

---

Days later, Jane lay in a hospital bed, her eyes clouded with confusion. Dr. Philip entered with a reassuring smile.

“Jane, how are you feeling?”

Jane’s voice was faint. “I feel… empty. Like someone had… violated me.”

The doctor nodded calmly. “Many patients who recover from being unconscious for days, experience strange sensations. It’s nothing to worry about.”

Jane exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, Doctor.”

---

Brandel and Mr. Jacob met Jane as she was discharged.

Mr. Jacob recounted the events of that Monday evening, his voice steady but his eyes evasive.

Brandel’s gaze softened. “Jane, the doctor says you’re fine now.”

Jane squeezed his hand. “Thank you for coming back so soon.”

Mr. Jacob cleared his throat. “The important thing is that you’re alright.”

Brandel nodded. “Exactly.”

As they left the hospital, shadows lingered in their wake—unspoken truths and buried secrets waiting to surface.

Chapter 8

Ashes of Secrets

The dawn light was faint as Jane stumbled into the bathroom, her trembling hands gripping the sink for balance. The stark whiteness of the tiles contrasted with the vivid, crimson flush of her cheeks. A sudden wave of nausea seized her, bending her over the porcelain bowl. She retched violently, her body betraying her in a way she hadn’t experienced before. Brandel’s footsteps approached with urgency.

“Jane! What’s the problem?” His voice, laced with concern, filled the small space.

Jane lifted her pale face to meet his worried gaze. “I’m not feeling too well,” she whispered, her voice fragile as glass.

“When did this start?” He stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

“This morning. I woke up feeling dizzy, and there’s this constant headache.”

Brandel nodded, a glimmer of worry crossing his brow. “You need a warm bath. Freshen up quickly, and we’ll go see Doctor Philip.”

Jane gave a weak nod, her mind clouded with uncertainty. "Okay. I’ll be ready soon."

As the hours ticked by, the scene shifted to the sterile confines of Doctor Philip’s office. The doctor, usually composed, wore a broad smile as he faced the anxious couple.

“Well, congratulations are in order!” His tone was jubilant.

Brandel, frowning, leaned forward. “What do you mean by that?”

Doctor Philip chuckled, unaware of the tension building in the room. “Jane is three weeks pregnant! It’s a wonderful news.”

A thick silence followed. Brandel’s expression darkened, and he exhaled sharply. “No, Doctor. You must be mistaken.” His voice dropped into a low, dangerous timbre. “This is no joke.”

The doctor’s smile faltered. “I assure you, Mr. Brandel, the test results are accurate. Jane is pregnant.”

Jane’s eyes widened in horror. She clutched the armrest of the chair, her knuckles white. “Doctor, please… please tell me you’re mistaken. This can’t be true!” Her voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes.

Doctor Philip, now serious, spread his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry, Jane. But the test is conclusive. If you want, I can run it again, but the outcome won’t change.”

Brandel rose abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. Without a word, he stormed out of the office, leaving Jane sobbing in her chair.

---

The night dragged on as Brandel sat at the dining table, bottles of alcohol scattered around him. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mind swirled with unspoken accusations. Jane approached him hesitantly, her heart heavy with despair.

“Dear,” she whispered, placing a trembling hand on his shoulder. “Please, try to remember… Could it be that something happened when you were drunk?” Her voice wavered with desperation.

Brandel turned slowly to face her, his eyes cold and distant. “Jane, I don’t drink to the point of losing control.” His tone was steady but filled with quiet fury. “And even if I did… were you drunk too?”

Jane recoiled as though slapped. “I swear, I’ve been faithful. I don’t know how this happened.” Her voice cracked with emotion.

Brandel sighed deeply and gestured to the seat beside him. “Sit down.” His voice softened. “We need to talk.”

She sat, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“Your parents don’t know about this yet, do they?” Brandel asked.

Jane shook her head.

“Then we’ll go see them at dawn.” His voice was resolute, yet distant. “It’s best they hear it from us.”

---

By morning, Jane and Brandel sat across from her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert’s faces were etched with worry, their arms folded in stern disapproval.

Brandel cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence. “I’ve come to inform you that I can no longer be with your daughter.” His words were sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “I’ve never shared a bed with her, yet she’s pregnant. I’m here to return her to you.”

Mrs. Gilbert gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Jane sat frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Brandel stood abruptly. “I’m done.” Without a backward glance, he walked out of the house, the door slamming shut behind him.

The silence that followed was deafening until Mr. Gilbert exploded in anger.

“Jane! What have you done? You’ve brought shame to this family!” His voice was thunderous, shaking the walls of the modest home.

Jane sobbed, shaking her head. “I swear, I don’t know how this happened. I’ve been faithful. I’ve known no man!”

Her father scoffed, his face twisted in disbelief. “You expect us to believe that? Your words sound foolish!”

Mrs. Gilbert sobbed quietly, her voice a lament. “Oh God… why me? Why bring shame upon our name? What will the neighbors say? What will the church say?” Her anguish filled the room, a haunting melody of despair.

---

Two days later, Jane lay almost lifeless on the living room floor. Her parents returned from an errand to find her pale and motionless.

Mrs. Gilbert screamed. “Oh my God! My baby!”

Mr. Gilbert bent down, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse. “Dear, go find a taxi. Now!”

Mrs. Gilbert rushed out in search of a ride, her heart pounding with fear.

---

At the hospital, Doctor Philip stood before Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert, his expression grave.

“I’m afraid Jane attempted to terminate her pregnancy,” he said softly. “She took drugs that damaged her uterine walls. We managed to stabilize her, but…” He hesitated.

“But what?” Mr. Gilbert’s voice was hoarse.

“She lost the baby,” Doctor Philip said gently.

Mrs. Gilbert collapsed into a chair, sobbing uncontrollably. “From one tragedy to another… When will it end?”

Mr. Gilbert, his face ashen, nodded slowly. “Thank you, Doctor. For saving her life.”

Doctor Philip placed a reassuring hand on Mr. Gilbert’s shoulder. “She’ll need time to recover, both physically and emotionally. But she’ll pull through.”

As the doctor left, the couple sat in silence, the weight of their grief pressing down on them like an unbearable burden. The light in the room dimmed, mirroring the somber mood.

In the shadows, Jane stirred in her hospital bed, her face etched with sorrow. Her dreams were haunted by questions she couldn’t answer and secrets buried too deep to uncover.

And so, the storm raged on.

Chapter Nine

The Revelation

The blazing sun scorched the earth, casting long shadows on the dusty highway where Mr. Brandel’s car cruised toward an unmarked destination. His mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts as he approached a filling station. Slowing to a halt, he noticed the attendant—an old familiar face.

“Uncle Brown!” the voice rang out, jolting him from his thoughts.

Mr. Brandel turned toward the voice. “Is that not… ND?”

Ndifereke, dressed in a slightly worn uniform, hurried toward the car, his jovial energy masking the weight he carried within. "Yes, sir! It’s me."

The conversation began lightly, but as it progressed, shadows of the past crept in, demanding attention. Mr. Brandel leaned forward, his gaze serious. “Ndifereke, Jacob told me you left without a word and vanished to your village. Was that true?”

Ndifereke’s laughter faded, replaced by a grim look. “Uncle, people can be wicked to the extreme. I didn’t leave voluntarily. There’s a truth you need to know.”

“Then speak,” Mr. Brandel urged, sensing the weight of his untold story.

They found a quiet corner near the station, away from prying eyes, and sat on a bench. Ndifereke hesitated for a moment before beginning, his voice low but resolute.

Flashback: The Betrayal

It was a seemingly ordinary Monday evening when Jane visited Mr. Jacob’s residence. He welcomed her with a smile and two glasses of juice. As Jane sipped her drink, her vision blurred, her strength waned. She struggled to her feet, car keys clutched in her hand, but before she could reach her car, unconsciousness claimed her.

Outside, Ndifereke stood by his window, observing the odd scene. He watched as Mr. Jacob carried Jane back inside and laid her on the sofa. Alarmed by the unfolding events, Ndifereke grabbed his recorder and quietly entered the house.

What he witnessed chilled him to the bone. Mr. Jacob loomed over Jane, his intentions clear. Hidden behind the door, Ndifereke recorded the unfolding incidence. Moments later, he made his presence known, pretending ignorance.

“Sir, what happened?” he asked, feigning concern.

“She just collapsed,” Jacob stammered. “Help me, let's get her to the car.”

Together, they carried Jane to the vehicle, and Jacob sped off to the hospital.

The Confrontation

As Ndifereke concluded his story, he pulled out his phone. “Uncle Brown, I have the proof. Here’s the recording.”

Brandel’s hands trembled as he watched the footage. His face contorted with fury. “This monster… this beast!” he fumed.

Moments later, Brandel, accompanied by two stern-faced police officers, burst into Mr. Jacob’s office. “There he is! Arrest him!”

“Mr. Jacob, you are charged with the crime of rape,” the detective declared, cuffing him swiftly.

Jacob protested, “Officers, please! This is a misunderstanding!”

“You got the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law.” the officer snapped, shoving Jacob toward the door.

A Broken Soul

Meanwhile, Jane sat in the hospital’s private ward, lost in thought. The weight of the past weeks bore down on her, suffocating her spirit. A soft knock broke her reverie. “Come in,” she murmured.

Ndifereke stepped inside, his demeanor gentle. “Aunty Jane, how are you?”

“I’m fine. The doctor says I might be discharged soon,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction.

“Aunty, there’s something you need to see.”

Jane watched in confusion as Ndifereke handed her his phone. As the recording played, her eyes widened, tears pooling at the edges. “Oh my God… no… this can’t be.”

“It’s true,” Ndifereke said softly. “I’ve kept this ugly situation as a secret for too long, but the truth had to come out.”

At that moment, the door opened again, and Mr. Brandel entered cautiously. Jane’s expression hardened.

“Please,” she said, her voice cold. “I don’t want to see you.”

Brandel fell to his knees. “Jane, I was wrong. I doubted you. I failed you when you needed me most. But I beg you, forgive me.”

Jane’s heart warred with her mind. The pain of betrayal clashed with the yearning for reconciliation. Slowly, she stepped toward him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t hurt me again,” she whispered, collapsing into his arms.

“I won’t,” Brandel vowed. “Never again.”

The door opened once more, revealing Jane’s parents and Dr. Philip. They stood in stunned silence, witnessing the emotional reunion. Mrs. Gilbert’s eyes softened with relief.

“The mystery is finally understood,” she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes.

As they prepared for Jane’s discharge, hope blossomed. The darkness that had clouded their lives was lifting, revealing the dawn of a new beginning.

And with it came the promise of healing, forgiveness, and the unwavering power of truth.

Chapter 10

Shadows of the Gavel

The courtroom buzzed with an uneasy energy—a sea of faces filled with curiosity, skepticism, and anticipation. Reporters scribbled notes, photographers poised their cameras, and spectators whispered among themselves. This was the trial everyone had been waiting for: the case of Jane Gilbert versus Jacob Bassey. The weight of justice hung thick in the air.

The judge’s entrance silenced the crowd. His presence, stern and commanding, brought order to the chaotic room. The usher’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Court! Silence!”

The command rang out with authority, slicing through the hushed air. The gathered crowd stood, their movements synchronized like actors awaiting their cue.

The judge entered, his robes billowing like the wings of a raven. Justice Obiora, a man whose gaze could strip pretense to its core, ascended his seat. His presence demanded reverence—a living embodiment of law, impartial and unyielding. The murmurs ceased. The judge took his seat, a figure of authority cloaked in black robes, his gaze scanning the room before settling on the registrar.

“Call the next case.” he instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. The registrar stepped forward, his tone resonant with the gravity of the proceedings and with practiced precision, read from a docket.

“Case number two, with suit number BL/013/HX6. Jane Gilbert versus Jacob Bassey.” The courtroom tensed. This was no ordinary trial—it was a crucible, a test of truth and consequence, morality and justice. A hush fell as Jacob was escorted to the dock. His expression was stoic, his eyes betraying hints of unease. He listened in silence as the charges against him were read.

“Jacob Bassey, you are charged as follows:" The registrar continued, each charge a blade slicing through the air, carving out the dark contours of the story.

1. That on Monday, August 8, 2011, you knowingly administered a sedative-laced beverage to your guest, Miss Jane Gilbert, at your residence around 5:30 p.m.

2. That you carried Miss Gilbert from her vehicle into your sitting room while she was in a sedated state and committed an act of sexual assault.

3. That your house help, Mr. Ndifereke John Ussen, witnessed you hurriedly dressing while Miss Gilbert lay unconscious.

4. That on August 9, 2011, you attempted to cover up your crime by giving your house help a sum of ten thousand naira and sending him away, in exchange for his silence.”

The words hung heavily, each syllable weighted with accusation. The registrar turned to Jacob, his voice steady. “How do you plead—guilty or not guilty?”

Jacob opened his mouth to speak, but his defense attorney, Mr. Okere Joshua, rose swiftly, his movements fluid and confident.

“Not guilty, Your Lordship.”

Justice Obiora nodded, his expression inscrutable. His gaze swept over the courtroom like a cold wind assessing the lay of the land. The judge’s expression remained unreadable as he addressed the courtroom.

“Let us hear the facts of the case.”

---

The Prosecution.

Mr. Azubuike Prince, the prosecuting lawyer, rose to present his case. His voice was measured, each word carefully chosen to build a damning narrative.

“Your Lordship, members of the jury, the facts before us are as follows. On the date in question, Miss Jane Gilbert visited the residence of Mr. Jacob Bassey to deliver official documents at the behest of her fiancé. While there, she was offered a drink, which unbeknownst to her, contained sedatives. The facts of this case are both tragic and clear. Miss Jane Gilbert trusted the hospitality of a colleague. That trust was betrayed in the most vile way possible.”

“This case is not just about crime; it is about power and manipulation. It is about the darkness that lurks in the hearts of men who believe they can act without consequence. Today, we shine a light into that darkness.”

The evidence will show that Mr. Bassey took advantage of her incapacitated state to commit a heinous act.” Azubuike gestured toward Jane, who sat composed but visibly tense.

“With your permission, Your Lordship, I call my first witness—Miss Jane Gilbert.”

Jane rose, her steps steady despite the maelstrom of emotions beneath her composed exterior. She approached the witness box with the poise of someone who had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times. The courtroom watched her every step, each eye assessing her with a mix of sympathy and scrutiny.

The clerk approached with a Bible in hand.

“What is your religion?” the clerk asked.

“I’m a Christian,” Jane replied, her voice steady but soft.

She took the oath, the ancient ritual lending weight to her words.

“Place your right hand on the Bible and repeat after me: I, Jane Gilbert, swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth and nothing but the truth.”

Jane’s voice grew steadier as she recited the oath. Once finished, she met Azubuike’s gaze.

“State your name for the court.”

“Jane Gilbert.”

“And where do you work?”

“At Alpha Press Limited.”

“In what capacity?”

“I am a clerical officer.”

Azubuike paced slightly before asking his next question.

“Miss Gilbert, did you visit Mr. Jacob Bassey at his home on Monday, August 8, 2011?”

“Yes, I did.”

“For what purpose, Miss Gilbert, can you recount the events of August 8, 2011?”

Jane’s gaze flickered briefly to Jacob before settling on the jury. Her voice, though steady, carried the tremor of painful memory.

“I visited Mr. Bassey’s residence to deliver a document on behalf of my fiancé.”

“What happened next?”

“He offered me a drink. At first, I refused. But he insisted, saying it would be rude to leave without sharing a glass.”

She paused, drawing a steadying breath.

“I accepted. Shortly after drinking, I felt dizzy… disoriented. The last thing I remember is Jacob’s voice before everything went blank. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital.”

---

The Defense Cross-Examines

Barr  Okere Joshua rose for the defense, his polished demeanor radiating confidence. He approached Jane with a courteous nod, but his questions were sharpened like daggers cloaked in velvet. He stood, adjusting his glasses as he prepared to dismantle the prosecution’s narrative.

“Miss Gilbert,” he began, his tone courteous but firm, “you mentioned that you delivered an official document. Was it standard procedure to deliver such documents to a private residence?”

Jane squared her shoulders. “No, but I was on leave that day. My fiancé asked me to deliver it urgently.”

Okere smiled faintly. “Ah, urgency. Yet you chose to deliver it in the evening, outside of office hours. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“You accepted a drink from my client willingly. And he drank from the same juice, did he not?”

Jane nodded reluctantly. “Yes.”

“And you noticed nothing unusual in his behavior before or after?”

“No.”

Okere’s smile was thin, calculated.

“So, it is fair to say that Mr. Bassey’s behavior seemed entirely normal?”

Jane’s jaw tightened. “At first, yes. But—”

He cut her off gently. Okere’s smile widened. “So, by your own admission, you drank willingly from the same container. Does that not seem… odd, given your accusations?”

Jane’s lips pressed together in frustration. Okere turned to the judge.

“Your Lordship, the defense submits that the accusations against my client are nothing more than fabrications, a desperate attempt to pin blame for a personal mishap on an innocent man.”

He returned to his seat, exuding confidence.

---

The House Help Testifies

Barr. Azubuike wasn’t finished. He called his next witness—Ndifereke John Ussen. The house help’s nervous demeanor did little to lessen the weight of his testimony.

“Mr. Ussen, what happened on August 8, 2011?”

Ndifereke recounted the events with surprising clarity. He described seeing Jacob carrying Jane from her car, the unsettling sight of his employer hastily dressing, and the unconscious woman on the couch.

“I saw my Oga, Mr. Jacob carrying Miss Gilbert from her car into the house. She looked unconscious.”

Azubuike pressed further. “Did you record what you saw?”

“Yes,” Ndifereke said, pulling out his phone. “I recorded it.”

The courtroom stirred as Azubuike presented the phone to the jury. The evidence was damning—a silent witness to the crime.

---

The Verdict

The judge’s voice was grave as he addressed the jury.

“Gentlemen of the jury, you must now deliberate. If you believe the prosecution has proven its case beyond reasonable doubt, you must find the accused guilty. If not, he must be acquitted.”

The jury retired, the tension palpable. Minutes felt like hours before they returned.

“Have you reached a verdict?” the registrar asked.

The foreman nodded. “We have.”

“Is the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

The foreman’s voice was solemn. “Guilty.”

The courtroom erupted. Some wept in relief; others cursed the justice system. The judge called for order before turning to Jacob.

“Mr. Jacob Bassey, do you have anything to say before sentencing?”

Jacob’s voice was low, repentant. “No, Your Lordship.”

The judge’s gaze bore into him. “For the crime of rape and the use of sedatives, you are sentenced to Three years in prison.”

---

A Plea for Forgiveness

Before he was led away, Jane stood once more.

“Your Lordship, with my fiancé’s consent, I request that the accused be discharged and acquitted.”

Jacob’s head snapped up, shock and shame etched on his face.

“No,” he said quietly. “I must face the consequences of my actions. I’ve sinned against God, against Jane, and against society. Justice must take its course.”

As he was led away, a solemn silence fell over the courtroom—a reminder that justice is not just about punishment but about reckoning with the shadows within us all.

And as the doors closed behind Jacob, the echoes of his footsteps lingered—a haunting reminder of a man who had faced his darkness and chosen to walk toward the light.

He was escorted away, the courtroom faded into darkness, leaving behind the echoes of justice served.

CHAPTER 11

The Moonlit Promise

Under the silver glow of a crescent moon, Mr. Brandel and Jane find themselves in a serene flower garden. The air is scented with blooming jasmine, and the soft rustle of leaves dances with the night breeze. In this sacred space, their hearts converge, weaving a tapestry of poetic confessions.

Mr. Brandel:

For many seasons,

I built walls around my heart,

A fortress to keep love at bay.

Jane:

For as long as I remember,

I carved a door in my heart,

An open invitation for a genuine love to enter.

Mr. Brandel:

Those walls were a shield,

Never to love, never to be loved again.

Jane:

And my door stood wide,

Yearning to embrace a love true and enduring.

Mr. Brandel:

Once, I believed I loved,

But it was a mirage,

A guise of affection cloaked in deceit.

Jane:

Once, I thought I was loved—

But it was a masquerade,

A dance of desire dressed in disguise.

Mr. Brandel:

I gave my heart to a phantom,

An impersonator of love,

Driven by selfish desire.

Jane:

I offered my soul to a stranger,

Whose touch sought only pleasure,

Leaving my spirit hollow.

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Mr. Brandel:

I thought the wounds would never heal,

That love’s pain would drown me forever.

Jane:

I thought true love was a myth,

A tale told to pacify longing hearts.

Mr. Brandel:

But the sight of you, Jane,

Dried the ocean of my sorrow.

Jane:

The warmth of your love,

Etched a new chapter in my heart.

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Mr. Brandel:

In the love I lost, I was abandoned.

But in your love, I found solace.

Jane:

In the love I knew, my body was desired.

But in yours, my soul is cherished.

Mr. Brandel:

Your love crowns me with grace,

Like laurel upon a victor’s head.

Jane:

Your love is a hymn sung by the stars,

A celestial ode to eternal devotion.

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Mr. Brandel:

Your love healed the fractures of my heart.

Jane:

Your love mended the scars of my past.

Mr. Brandel:

Even when death’s cold hand touches us,

Your love will endure,

A jubilant memory in the world beyond.

Jane:

Your love will become legend,

A moonlit tale whispered through generations.

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Mr. Brandel:

I would brave storms, lightning, and fire,

To guard the flame of our love.

Jane:

I would banish the shadows of my past,

To bask in the light of your true affection.

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Mr. Brandel:

Love is not selfish; it is selfless.

A gift offered without expectation.

Jane:

Love asks for nothing,

Yet gives everything in return.

Mr. Brandel:

It is a seed sown by divine hands.

Jane:

And watered by human tenderness.

Mr. Brandel:

It rejoices in joy,

And mourns with sorrow.

Jane:

It begins as a battle—

But ends as an unbreakable bond,

Stronger than the hardest diamond.

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Mr. Brandel:

To withhold love is to lose it.

Jane:

To give love freely is to find life’s greatest treasure.

Mr. Brandel:

The heart, the vault where love resides,

Is the safest sanctuary.

Jane:

And the deeds of love,

Are the key that unlocks it.

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Mr. Brandel:

Our first love may not be our truest love.

Jane:

But one false love does not negate the existence of a true one.

Mr. Brandel:

I failed before—

But in your love, I’ve discovered triumph.

Jane:

I suffered sorrow—

But in your embrace, I’ve found boundless joy.

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Jane:

Our friendship blossomed into love.

And in marriage, our love became eternal.

Mr. Brandel:

Love in marriage is the flame that never dies.

Jane:

It burns ever bright,

A beacon for future generations.

Mr. Brandel:

Jane, you are the love of my life.

I love you.

Jane:

True lovers speak not of love in words alone.

They declare it through heart and deed.

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Mr. Brandel:

The sun rises to salute your beauty.

The moon casts its glow in reverence of your love.

Jane:

Even Solomon, in all his wisdom,

Could not fathom a love such as ours.

Mr. Brandel:

As long as the moonlight graces the night sky…

Jane:

And the sun warms the earth each day…

Mr. Brandel:

I will love you, endlessly.

Jane:

Dear heart, I love you—

Now, and forevermore.

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As they embrace, the garden blooms anew under the moonlight. Petals fall gently around them, as if the stars themselves were blessing their union. Their love, unbreakable, transcends time—becoming legend, whispered through the ages by the winds of fate.

Glossary

Oga:      A Yoruba word for “Master or boss”

Brand:      Informal form of “Brandel”

Tony:      Contracted form of “Anthony”

Tonia:      Contracted form of “Antonia”

Nd:       Colloquial form “Ndifereke”

Brown:      Informal form of “Brandel”

CHARACTERS

Mr. Gilbert Nelson:         Jane’s Father

Mrs. Gilbert Nelson:      Jane’s mother

Jane Gilbert:      The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Nelson

Tony:      Janes first fiancée

Mr. Bradel Dum:      Jane’s Second fiancée

Jacob Bassey:      Jane’s Boss, Favour’s fiancée

Favour:      Jane’s Friend, and Jacob’s fiancée

Philip:                               A worker in Alpha Press Limited.

Mr. Fred Dum:       Brandel’s uncle

Ndifereke John Ussen:       Mr. Jacob’s house boy

Doctor Philip Odum:      Mr. Brandel’s Doctor

Peter:      Ndifereke’s colleague at the fueling Station

Officer

Detective:                  Policemen

Court-officials

Usher

Clerk

Registrar

Members of the Jury

Foreman of Jury

Judge:                                  Justice Obiora

Mr. Okere Joshua:              Counsel of Defense

Mr. Azubuike Prince:         Prosecuting Counsel

About the Book

Treasure of the Heart

Jane’s unwavering commitment to love built on respect and values sets her apart in a world driven by fleeting desires. Disappointed by suitors unwilling to honor her principles, she dreams of a love that cherishes beyond physical intimacy. When Mr. Brandel, a man who respects her ideals, enters her life, their bond grows into a seemingly perfect romance. But destiny takes an unexpected turn — Jane finds herself mysteriously pregnant, with the identity of the father unknown.

As the mystery deepens, Treasure of the Heart unravels a journey of love, faith, and redemption. Through courtroom drama, poetic revelations, and soul-searching moments, Jane’s story explores the complexities of trust, the healing power of love, and the priceless value of self-worth.

This captivating tale is a timeless reminder that true love treasures the heart, embracing imperfections and unveiling life’s most profound truths through grace and forgiveness.

About the Author

Amadi Stanley Chiweikpe is a distinguished scholar and a passionate storyteller with a profound love for exploring human relationships and values. He brings a depth of intellectual rigor and emotional insight to his writing. He draws from personal experiences to craft narratives that resonate with themes of love, faith, and self-discovery.

Amadi is a visionary storyteller whose passion for weaving profound narratives stems from a deep understanding of human emotions, relationships, and resilience. With a unique literary voice that blends poetic expression, vivid imagery, and timeless themes, Amadi crafts stories that resonate with readers across cultures and generations. A well-traveled individual, Amadi’s exposure to diverse cultures enriches his storytelling, adding layers of authenticity and universality to his work.

Treasure of the Heart (Prose) marks another milestone in Amadi's literary journey—a tale of love, integrity, and redemption that challenges societal norms and celebrates the triumph of true love over adversity. A captivating novelist and a keen observer of life. invites readers to explore the treasures hidden in the heart and to rediscover the enduring power of love.