The living room of the Williams mansion looked like a royal hall.

White roses stood in tall glass vases.

In the center, a silver casket rested on a black catfolk.

Inside it lay Amanda Williams, billionaire CEO, only child of Williams Amecha, dressed in a rich white lace with a matching head tie.

Cotton wool sat in her nose and ears.

Her face looked calm like someone who had finally stopped fighting.

Juliet and Olivia, her closest friends, stood by the casket in black dresses.

Tears slipped down their cheeks.

George, Jonathan’s best friend and a quiet pastor, stood a few steps away with red eyes.

The house staff filled the back of the hall, heads bowed, the doors opened.

Jonathan Uch walked in wearing a black capan.

His steps were slow.

He held his chest with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other.

He looked at Amanda for a long time.

He shook his head and started to cry.

George moved forward and held him.

“It’s okay,” George whispered.

“God will comfort you.”

Jonathan nodded, swallowed hard, and lifted his phone.

He turned his back a little, put the phone to his ear, and covered his mouth with his left hand.

He spoke in a low voice, but the room was quiet.

Everyone could hear.

“Hello, my love,” he said.

“She’s finally gone.”

The words fell like a heavy iron door.

Juliet froze.

Olivia’s hand flew to her mouth.

George’s eyebrows jumped.

Even the housemaid stopped breathing.

You know what this means? Jonathan went on still whispering.

“By tomorrow, I make myself head of the company.

We’ll change the name.

Then we fly to Maldives for our wedding.

Congratulations to us.”

And he ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket.

The silence broke.

“Jonathan,” Olivia snapped, stepping forward.

“How wicked can you be? Your wife’s body is still here.”

George’s voice was tight with pain.

“If someone told me this, I would not believe it.

Jonathan, what happened to you?”

Juliet wiped her tears and faced him.

“If your mission is to take her father’s legacy, we will fight you with everything we have.”

Jonathan looked shocked for a moment.

Then his face hardened.

He opened his mouth to speak.

But let’s go back to where the fire started.

Ten years earlier, Jonathan and Amanda were the perfect picture.

He was a smart bank manager.

She was already a billionaire CEO at 25, the only child of William Zamecha.

She had inherited her father’s company and his calm strength.

They married in a simple church in Ecoy with white flowers and bright music.

People whispered, “What a blessed couple.

” Then came Nadia.

Their baby girl laughed like bells and clapped for everything—the blender, the TV remote, even the dog.

But life can be hard, even for people with money.

One evening, a fever rose fast.

A hospital light blinked.

Hands moved quickly.

Prayers filled the air.

And then silence.

Nadia was gone.

The house turned heavy.

Amanda worked more.

Jonathan smiled less.

They tried hospital after hospital.

Test after test.

They waited for a new baby that never came.

The years felt like a tight knot that hands could not untie.

Amanda did not hold back her love.

She gave Jonathan a special credit card with no limit.

“Buy what you like,” she said.

“Travel where you want.

” She gave him three SUVs for a small convoy because he said it made him feel safe.

She paid for their vacations every year.

She trusted him the way a child trusts light.

Jonathan said the bank was stressful.

He resigned.

Amanda made him account officer for Williams Group.

It looked like a sweet gift, but it was a doorway.

Now he saw the inflows.

He studied the streams of money the way a fisherman studies a river.

And something dark started in his heart.

One night he sat up in bed.

“Amanda,” he said, voice soft.

“What is mine is yours.

What is yours should be mine.

Let’s change the company’s name to Williams and Jonathan Group.

Let’s add my name to the ownership.”

Amanda sat up, too.

She cleaned her face with her palm and stared at him.

“Are you joking?”

He smiled.

“Maybe I can’t do that,” she said, voice firm.

“I love you.

But I will not change my father’s legacy.

If all I have given you is not enough, we can end the marriage peacefully.”

He laughed then, lifting both hands.

“Ah, I was just playing.

See your face.”

He wasn’t playing.

Soon Jonathan got a mistress.

Sandra.

He bought her a mansion on Banana Island in her name.

He said it was an investment.

He started sleeping out.

Sometimes he vanished for two days.

He returned with small stories—traffic, meetings, sudden trips.

Amanda’s heart knew something was wrong.

She hired a top private investigator.

Quiet, careful, invisible.

The investigation uncovered the truth Jonathan tried to hide.

Late-night meetings, secret transfers, and whispered phone calls.

The man she once loved was weaving a web of betrayal.

Amanda’s world shattered, but she held her head high.

She confronted Jonathan with the evidence.

His lies crumbled, but his greed only grew.

Now, as she lay in that silver casket, the battle for her legacy was about to begin.

Jonathan’s whispered call had revealed his true intentions.

The company, the name, the wealth—all at stake.

Juliet, Olivia, and George stood ready to fight.

For Amanda.

For the truth.

For the future of the Williams empire.

The silence in the room was heavy with unspoken promises.

The war for Williams Group had just begun.