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Paul was having the worse day of his life. He has completed school but was without a job and had to return home to stay with his mom. And when the parents of his girlfriend, Talatu, insisted that she marries a doctor working abroad, Paul was devastated.
But out of the blues, Eric, his school friend, called. Eric had a plan…it was sinister and not strictly legal, but if executed properly, it would make them rich and Paul would have Talatu back.
When Eric’s simple plan ran out of control, and took a turn for the worse, Paul found himself not only fighting to keep his dream going, but also to keep himself alive.
But Paul is fueled by a need for revenge and his determination to reach the billionaire status keeps him going. He must have his full revenge on Talatu who had abandoned him and on her parents who have openly despised him.
Would his plan of becoming a billionaire come true? Would he have his revenge on the people who he trusted but who despised and stabbed him in the back? And at what price would he get the satisfaction he so desperately yearns for?

DESPISED: SOON TO BE A BILLIONAIRE'S DARK REVENGE

The car hiring service called Eric twice before we got to Lagos and Eric promised to return the car the next day. They threatened to speak to the police, but Eric agreed to pay the extras and begged them to do that if he doesn't show up by eight the next morning.

We got to the house and took Mr. Potter into the room without a snoopy nose catching us doing it.

'What a day!' I muttered, sitting down. 'Wonder what happened to the old guard.'

Maria sat on the settee. 'He probably went to the police station instead of going to call the villagers. Maybe that's why he took so long.'

Eric sat beside me and pulled off his shoes. The staled air in the room grew staler.

'Could you please take them outside?' Maria asked, looking at the shoes. 'The air in the room is dead as it is.'

I looked at Eric, holding my breath.

'When I am in your house,' Eric said, his voice low and icy. 'You can tell me what to do with my shoes. But for now, enjoy the smell or sleep outside.'

'Suit yourself,' Maria said and began to pick the dirt out of her nails. 'Don't just kill us while you are at it.'

Eric glared at her. 'Any more sarcasm out of your mouth and I will throw you out. I mean it.'

I looked at Maria. No sarcasm came out of her mouth, but a thousand came out of her eyes and the sly smile by the side of her lips. Eric frowned at her, and she returned to cleaning her nails.

Eric tucked the socks into the shoes and picked them, walking toward the door. I followed him with my shoes; I had no intention of waiting for Maria to cut me to size before I do what's right—whether the room was hers or not.

We kept the shoes in the toilet and Eric locked it. I heard the TV coming on as we walked back into the room.

Maria glanced up. 'What are we eating? I am hungry.'

'Our shoes,' Eric said, lowering himself on the settee. 'We will eat our shoes.'

'Guys,' I said, getting tired of the fight. 'Can we please talk about some—'

'Oh my God,' Maria cried. 'Oh, my God.'

I turned to her, alarmed that Eric had pounced on her again. But Eric wasn't on her. My eyes followed the direction of her outstretched hand. It pointed at the TV.

I looked at the TV and my heart jumped and thumped my ribs with a great force.

Mr. Potter's face covered the TV's screen. Written under his picture was the caption: Britton in Nigeria gone missing; possibly kidnapped.

KIDNAPPERS