I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 8

I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 8

EPISODE 8: The Trap

By the time I got home, my body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest.

Charles was already turning the church against me. If I didn’t act fast, this thing could ruin my name permanently.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Should I ignore him? Should I confront him? Should I report him to Pastor Daniel?

Just then, my phone buzzed.

Amaka again.

Naza, na wa o! Chai! Charles no get conscience at all!

I frowned and quickly typed back:

What happened again?

Her response made my stomach tighten.

Babe, Charles don carry the matter go higher level o. He don tell some elders for church say him go give you time, say maybe na confusion dey worry you, but that he’s still willing to marry you IF you come back and accept his proposal.

I sat up immediately.

What?!

This wasn’t just manipulation—this was a trap.

The Wicked Plan

If I stayed silent now, the church would see Charles as a good man who was still patient with me despite my “spiritual problem.”

If I fought back, they would say I was disrespectful and stubborn.

And if I suddenly changed my mind and agreed to marry him?

I would be walking straight into his hands, proving to everyone that I had been wrong all along.

This was a game. And Charles was playing it well.

I gritted my teeth.

If he thought I would fall for this nonsense, he didn’t know who he was dealing with.

The Unexpected Visitor

The next morning, I was in my room, still thinking about my next move, when my younger brother, Ebuka, knocked on my door.

“Sis, somebody dey find you.”

I frowned. “Who?”

He hesitated. “Mummy Esther.”

My eyes widened.

Mummy Esther was the head of the women’s fellowship and one of the most influential women in church.

I immediately knew why she was here.

I took a deep breath and stepped outside.

She was sitting in the living room, adjusting her expensive wrapper and fanning herself like a queen.

“My daughter,” she said the moment she saw me, “sit down.”

I obeyed, keeping my face calm.

She smiled, but I could see the sharpness in her eyes.

“I came because of this matter with Brother Charles.”

I nodded but said nothing.

She sighed dramatically. “My dear, I understand. You are young. Maybe you were just afraid. Maybe you did not know what you were doing. But God is a God of second chances.”

I clenched my jaw. Here we go.

“You see, Brother Charles is a very good man. He has spoken to the elders, and they are willing to pray for you so that whatever is stopping you from accepting this blessing will leave.”

I inhaled slowly, trying to keep my emotions in check.

“Thank you, ma,” I said carefully. “But I don’t need prayers. I am not confused.”

Her smile wavered.

I continued. “I rejected Brother Charles because God told me not to marry him. That is my final decision.”

The room went silent.

Then her face changed. The warmth disappeared.

“Hmmm.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “You children of nowadays are too stubborn. You think you know more than those who came before you.”

I remained silent.

She stood up and grabbed her handbag. “You will regret this. Mark my words.”

And with that, she walked out.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

I had just made an enemy.

To be continued…