The secret wife

The crystal chandeliers of the Mövenpick Hotel in Nairobi gleamed like fallen stars, casting a warm, romantic glow over the city’s grandest charity gala. For Nia, the room felt entirely suffocating. Dressed in a simple server’s uniform, she carried a silver tray of champagne through the crowd of wealthy elites. She kept her head down, desperately trying to blend into the background, though her heart beat a frantic rhythm.

Then, the crowd parted.

Stepping into the ballroom was Zane Vance, the billionaire CEO of Vance Global. He looked breathtakingly handsome in a tailored tuxedo, his sharp jawline and piercing gray eyes drawing every gaze in the room. Beside him was a glamorous heiress, her hand draped possessively over his arm as paparazzi cameras flashed. The crowd whispered excitedly about an impending high-society engagement.

Nia’s breath caught in her...