Jackim_Ochieng

Ochieng, a seemingly ordinary student, hides a terrifying background—he is the heir to an unfathomable fortune and a top martial artist trained by a grandmaster. Mocked, betrayed, and abandoned by those he once loved, he chooses to stay low-key until fate forces his comeback. From school life and romance to mafia feuds and hidden identities, his journey is filled with heartbreak, revenge, power struggles, and shocking revelations. As enemies fall and regret consumes those who wronged him, the world will witness the rise of the most dominant and feared figure in history.

VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

Ochieng stood frozen, the phone still in his grip, his mind racing.

"You thought M'bogo was the king? He was just the pawn."

The words echoed in his head like a gunshot in an empty alley.

Sienna leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Who was it?"

Ochieng set the phone down slowly. "Someone we weren't expecting."

Ochieng exhaled sharply. "M'bogo was never the real threat. There's someone bigger. Someone who let him play the role of a king while staying in the shadows."

Sienna set her drink down. "So what now?"

Ochieng's eyes darkened. "Now… we find out who really runs this game."

A pair of polished shoes clicked against the marble floor of a luxurious penthouse.

A man in a tailored white suit stood before a massive window overlooking the city. His reflection showed piercing green eyes and a cold, unreadable smirk.

Behind him, a figure kneeled—a messenger, trembling.

"The plan is proceeding as expected," the messenger whispered. "M'bogo is out. Ochieng thinks he won."

The man in white exhaled a slow, amused chuckle. "And he took the bait perfectly."

The messenger hesitated. "Shall we strike now?"

"No," the man in white said. "Let them believe they have the upper hand. Let them celebrate."

"Then… we take everything from them."

Three nights later, Ochieng and his team gathered at a private club in Nairobi. The place was owned by a powerful but neutral figure in the underworld, meaning no one dared to start trouble inside.

Ochieng sipped his whiskey, eyes scanning the room. Sienna sat beside him, wearing a black dress that matched her sharp gaze. Abasi leaned against the bar, arms crossed.

Then, a man walked in. Tall. Muscular. Dangerous.

Ochieng knew him instantly. Zane Muthoni.

A former mercenary. A ghost. No one hired him unless they wanted a job done perfectly.

And he was walking directly toward them.

"Evening," Zane said, sliding into the seat across from Ochieng. "You're looking too comfortable for someone who just stepped into hell."

Sienna tensed. "What do you mean?"

Zane smirked. "You took down M'bogo, and you think that's the end? You just removed the leash from the real monster."

Ochieng's jaw tightened. "Who is he?"

Zane leaned in. "They call him The Architect."

"I came to warn you," Zane continued. "The Architect doesn't play fair. He doesn't just kill his enemies. He erases them. Careers, businesses, families—gone. And he's already made his move against you."

Ochieng's grip on his glass tightened. "What move?"

Zane slid a phone onto the table. A video played on the screen.

Ochieng's eyes widened. It was a video of him, taken that morning. He was talking to a man on the street—one of his informants.

The camera zoomed in… and suddenly, the informant collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

And the footage made it look like Ochieng had done it.

"They're framing you," Zane said. "By tomorrow, every news outlet will call you a murderer."

Sienna swore. "We have to move. Now."

"No," he said. "We don't run. We fight."

Deep in a private estate outside the city, The Architect stood in a dimly lit room.

A holographic map of Nairobi was projected before him, red dots marking Ochieng's businesses, allies, and safe houses.

"Start the shutdown," he commanded.

One by one, the red dots disappeared.

Chapter 378: A New Shadow Rises