How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

the Ezani mansion.

Adana sat in her bedroom while Amaka stood before her, speaking quickly.

“He went to her house, madam, with food.”

Adana’s fingers tightened around her cup.

“Food?”

“Yes, madam. Rice and yam. People saw him.”

Adana stood slowly and walked to the mirror. Her reflection looked calm, but her eyes did not.

“So Ephoma wants to shame me in my continue reading …