CHRONICLES OF A RUNS GIRL EP5

 

The Secret Exposed

The price Deòlu paid was nothing compared to the luxury she enjoyed.

Just one night a week. That was all.

Every Wednesday night, she made sure to sleep alone, locking herself in with no cameras, no witnesses. The rest of the week? Soft life. Money. Power. Enjoyment.

Nobody knew what she was battling. No one to expose her. No case. No scandal.

So, her reign continued.

That Saturday night, Deòlu was stepping out in grand style.

She had been invited to a private party hosted by one of the most powerful politicians in Lagos. Not the usual club scene—this was where the real connections were made. The kind of place where billionaires handpicked their next side chicks, where business deals were signed over champagne, and where the real money exchanged hands.

She knew all eyes would be on her.

She chose her outfit carefully—a shimmering gold gown, custom-made from Dubai, clinging to her body like it was made for her. Diamonds dripped from her ears, wrists, and fingers. Around her neck sat a necklace worth the price of a Lekki duplex.

Her handbag? A limited-edition crocodile Hermès.

Sade, standing beside her in their Ikoyi penthouse, let out a low whistle. “Deòlu, you’re not even trying to oppress them. You just came to finish them.”

Deòlu smirked as she admired her reflection. “Let them know who the real queen is.”

Two Queens, One Room

When Deòlu stepped into the venue, conversations slowed. Heads turned.

She wasn’t the only high-class babe in the building, but she was the moment.

Then, she spotted her.

Teni.

Dressed in a sleek black designer dress, dripping in Cartier diamonds, looking just as expensive, just as powerful.

Two queens. Two rivals. The hottest and richest women in the room.

They locked eyes, but neither spoke.

There was nothing to say. The war had already begun long ago.

The party carried on, laughter and expensive liquor flowing like water. Billionaires whispered into ears, politicians made promises, and champagne bottles popped endlessly.

But just as the party was winding down, something happened.

Teni reached for her phone.

A smirk played on her lips as she typed, then hit post.

A minute later, Deòlu’s phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen, then froze.

Teni had just posted on Instagram:

“Can’t be in the same room with a barking dog on Wednesday.”

Deòlu felt her heartbeat slam against her ribs.

The words hit her like a thunderbolt.

Teni knew.

Somehow, she knew Deòlu’s secret.

Her mind raced. How? Who told her?

Then it clicked.

Baba Kòfó.

He must have told her.

Deòlu’s hands clenched around her Hermès bag.

If Teni knew this, what else did she know? And worse… what would she do with this information?

She had to act fast.

Because if this secret got out, her reign would be over.

And in Lagos, a fallen queen is nothing but prey.

(To be continued in Episode 6)