"Iman knows that both Shayla and Angelina were trying to trap him — but what he’s going to do next is beyond everyone’s imagination."** Read More

 💰 ""Iman knows that both Shayla and Angelina were trying to trap him — but what he’s going to do next is beyond everyone’s imagination." Read More..

It was evening. Angelina sat on the sofa, coffee in hand, her eyes filled with quiet calculation. Shayla still hadn’t returned, and Angelina’s patience was wearing thin.

Angelina (to herself):
“If Shayla handles Iman smartly this time… we might finally win.”

The door opened — Shayla walked in, a strange smile playing on her lips.

Angelina:
“So? What did he say?”

Shayla:
“He asked me what I’d do if he gave me another 50k.”

Angelina (quickly):
“And what did you say?”

Shayla (thinking):
“I said I’d buy a house… live a simple life.”

Angelina sighed, then laughed lightly.

Angelina:
“Simple life? Shayla, I’ve told you a hundred times — simple people never get rich.”

Shayla (irritated):
“Mom, not everything is about money. Maybe Iman is trying to understand me.”

Angelina:
“Maybe you should understand yourself first. He’s in your hands now — take him before someone else does.”

Shayla went silent. She knew her mother wasn’t entirely wrong… but her heart was somewhere else.

The next day, Iman texted her:

“Come over. Need to talk.”

Shayla got ready — more makeup this time, a classier dress, a stronger perfume. Angelina saw her and smiled knowingly.

Angelina:
“Do what I told you. And if you find something important, send me a picture.”

Shayla (nervously):
“Mom… that doesn’t feel right.”

Angelina (coldly):
“The world isn’t made for people who play fair, sweetheart. Go.”

Iman’s house was calm, quiet. Shayla walked in and noticed a file on the coffee table.

Iman:
“I want to show you something.”

Inside were property papers and investment slips.

Iman:
“These are my personal files. I want to see if you trust me… or the money.”

Shayla smiled faintly.

Shayla:
“I only trust you.”

Just as she picked up the file, her phone vibrated — Mom 💋.

“Send pics fast, and don’t let anyone see.”

Shayla’s heart pounded. She opened her camera — then froze.
Iman was watching her — suspicion in his eyes, a smile on his face.

Iman:
“Everything okay?”

Shayla (forcing a smile):
“Yeah, just a message from Mom.”

Iman nodded, but his tone had changed.

Iman:
“Your mom seems like an interesting woman. Will you introduce us sometime?”

Shayla (startled):
“Why? What for?”

Iman (seriously):
“No reason. Just curious. Maybe I’ll understand something about you too.”

Shayla gave a nervous laugh — but something inside her cracked.

That night, Shayla came home. Angelina was waiting.

Angelina:
“Did you find the file? Send the pics?”

Shayla (snapping):
“I didn’t send them, Mom. It didn’t feel right.”

Angelina’s expression darkened.

Angelina:
“You’re getting emotional? Opportunities like this don’t come twice!”

Shayla:
“Mom, he’s not like that. I think he genuinely understands me.”

Angelina (sharply):
“Understands you? Or is using you? Maybe he has his own plan — and you don’t even see it.”

Shayla fell silent. Her mother’s words planted a seed of doubt.

The next day, another text from Iman:

“Tomorrow lunch — bring your mother.”

Shayla’s eyes widened; her phone slipped from her hand.

Shayla:
“Mom… he wants you to come too.”

Angelina (smirking):
“Perfect! Looks like the plan’s working.”

Shayla (hesitant):
“Or maybe… it’s a trap.”

Angelina said nothing — just smiled with quiet confidence.

Angelina:
“Whatever it is, we’ll be ready.”

The next day — a private restaurant corner. Iman was already there. Shayla and Angelina arrived together.

Iman looked up calmly.

Iman:
“So, this is the famous mom. The mastermind, right?”

Angelina (with a fake smile):
“Mastermind? I’m just a mother who wants the best for her daughter.”

Iman (smirking):
“Best… or benefit?”

Silence filled the table. Shayla looked at him nervously.

Shayla:
“Iman, please—”

Iman (cutting her off):
“Relax. I’m not saying anything… yet.”

Angelina’s eyes narrowed.

Angelina:
“You think you’re playing us? Son, we don’t play games — we create them.”

Iman laughed quietly.

Iman:
“Good to know. Maybe I’ve already created one myself…”

Shayla was confused — Angelina confident — Iman calm. The tension in the air was thick.

When they returned home, Angelina said:

Angelina:
“That boy is hiding something, Shayla. I saw a challenge in his eyes.”

Shayla (worried):
“I think he already knows everything.”

Angelina (smiling dangerously):
“Then the game just got more interesting.”

Camera closes on Angelina’s face — that mysterious smile curving on her lips.
In the corner, Shayla picks up her phone… a new message flashes from an unknown number:

“If you want to save yourself from Iman, call me. I know everything.” 📱

Shayla freezes.

Shayla (whispering):
“This… this is Anthony’s number?” 😳

💥 To Be Continued... 💥