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Chapter 8 - Chapter Eight: When the Empire Strikes Back

Word Count: 5000

Style: Webnovel-Approved | Human-like | Suspenseful | Romantic | Pacing Focused

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The news hit the city like a thunderclap.

"Heir Returns: Elijah Mwangi Surfaces at Board Meeting After Years in Hiding."

Social media exploded. Corporate forums buzzed. Morning talk shows looped old photos of Elijah as a boy beside his father and updated footage from the boardroom, grainy but real.

And at the center of it all, a single phrase echoed across every platform:

"The Ghost Heir Has Risen."

But not everyone was celebrating.

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At a private estate just outside Nairobi, Grace Mwangi stood barefoot in her marble-tiled lounge, wine in hand, the television screen playing clips of the boardroom incident on loop.

Her manicured nails tapped the stem of her glass as her gaze narrowed.

Behind her, Kalonzo stood quietly, watching her expression.

"He thinks this is victory," Grace murmured. "He thinks one meeting and a trending hashtag make him powerful."

Kalonzo remained still. "The directors are divided. Some are nervous."

"They should be." She turned, walking slowly toward the window.

"He's forcing my hand," she continued. "And now, I will close my fingers."

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Back in the city, Elijah sat on the couch in their temporary safe house, his eyes fixed on a projection of news reports and encrypted files on the wall.

His phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Calls. Messages. Inquiries from media houses. Anonymous threats. Even a few from board members switching sides—already doubting Grace's grip.

But his mind wasn't on the noise.

It was on the silence between.

The silence before retaliation.

He knew Grace too well. She didn't lose and walk away. She waited. Watched. Struck harder.

Amina stepped into the room with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of tea in her hands.

"You've been up all night," she said softly.

He didn't turn. "Couldn't sleep."

She sat beside him and followed his gaze. "She won't strike the same way twice."

"I know."

"You think she'll come after you? Again?"

"No," Elijah said. "She'll go after something I can't replace."

A beat passed.

Their eyes met.

And they both knew.

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Later that morning, Amina walked into the journalism building to pick up some old files. She had barely taken five steps down the hall before students began to whisper.

"She's the one from the video, right?"

"Yeah, the Ghost Heir's girlfriend."

"I heard she's not even on scholarship. Probably faked her records."

Amina kept her head high, her jaw clenched.

She walked faster.

Then someone stepped in front of her—Rachel Mwendwa, head of the media society, a known favorite of Grace's niece.

"Well, if it isn't Silvergate's new queen," Rachel said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I don't have time for games, Rachel," Amina replied.

Rachel smirked and held up a printed document. "Funny. I was about to say the same. See, this email was leaked last night. From the Vice Chancellor's office."

Amina took the paper, eyes scanning fast.

Her breath caught.

It was a forged email. Signed with her name. Requesting unauthorized access to confidential student records using Elijah's logins.

The implication? She was the leak.

"You're lying," Amina said, voice low.

Rachel shrugged. "Doesn't matter what's true. The damage is done. You've got an ethics hearing at noon. Might want to show up early."

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Elijah arrived at the university gates minutes later. The moment he stepped out of the car, security guards surrounded him.

"Sir, you need to come with us."

"For what?"

"You've been accused of violating academic policy—unauthorized logins, password breaches, and coercion of faculty."

He clenched his jaw.

"Who filed it?"

The guard hesitated, then said, "Grace Mwangi, on behalf of the Board of Trustees."

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They were both being cornered.

Isolated.

The chessboard was shifting again—and this time, Grace was playing offense.

By noon, news had reached every corner of the university.

"Elijah Mwangi under Academic Investigation—Silvergate's Ghost Heir or Hacker?"

"Amina Karim Linked to Leaked Files."

The hearing was closed-door. But whispers carried like wildfire.

Inside the room, Amina sat at the long panel table beside Elijah. Across from them sat the university's ethics board, frowning over files, watching every movement.

"Miss Karim," one of the officials began, "can you explain how your credentials were used to access over 250 restricted files over the last month?"

"I never did," Amina said firmly. "My laptop was stolen two days ago. I filed a report."

"And you, Mr. Mwangi?"

"I've never used her device. The footage Grace used to accuse us was doctored."

Another official looked over his glasses. "Doctored by who?"

Amina leaned forward. "That's the real question, isn't it?"

But even as they argued, it was clear.

The room had already decided.

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Outside, Elijah paced restlessly while Amina sat on a bench, staring at her hands.

"They want to suspend me," she said quietly. "For the rest of the semester. Maybe longer."

"They can't."

"They already did."

Elijah sat beside her, rage building behind his calm expression.

"She's going after everything. She doesn't care how dirty it gets."

Amina turned to him. "You knew this could happen."

"I thought I could protect you."

"You did," she said. "You still do. But this isn't your battle alone."

He looked at her, his throat tight.

"I can't let her hurt you."

"Then don't push me away."

Their eyes locked again.

There was nothing else to say.

So he reached for her hand.

And this time, she didn't let go.

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Meanwhile, across town, Grace watched the hearing updates roll in from her private office. She poured herself another glass of red wine, a cruel satisfaction curling at her lips.

She had taken back control.

For now.

But her phone buzzed.

A message.

From an unknown number.

"You missed one."

Attached was a link.

She clicked it—and watched as a hidden recording played: her voice, threatening a board member. Her words, clear and unfiltered.

Her face paled.

She hadn't noticed the bug in her car.

She hadn't realized Elijah had eyes in more places than she thought.

For the first time, Grace's hand trembled.

She had made a mistake.

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That night, Elijah and Amina returned to their apartment in silence.

The place was still in chaos—drawers pulled, furniture overturned from the last break-in.

Elijah sat on the floor and opened the one thing they had left untouched: a small chest that once belonged to his mother.

Inside, he found a key. A photo. And a handwritten letter.

His heart stopped.

Amina came to his side. "What is it?"

He handed her the letter.

It read:

> "If you're reading this, it means you've begun the journey.

Inside the vault this key opens, you'll find everything Grace feared.

Use it wisely. And protect her. She's the only one I ever trusted.

—Mom"

He stared at the paper for a long time.

"Where's the vault?" Amina asked.

Elijah looked up, determination settling into his face.

"Mombasa."

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