I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 3
Nneka’s home was a sanctuary of warmth and success—a spacious modern penthouse in the heart of Lagos, filled with natural light, elegant furniture, and the scent of her luxury skincare products. It was a reflection of her: beautiful, inviting, and full of life.
And now, Ngozi was inside.
Ngozi had arrived with a single suitcase and a smile so sweet it could rot teeth.
"Sis, I just missed you so much," she had said, hugging Nneka tightly at the door. "Living alone has been so lonely… and with your wedding coming up, I thought—why not spend more time with my favorite twin?"
Nneka, ever trusting, melted instantly. "Of course! This is your home too!"
She didn’t see the way Ngozi’s eyes flickered over the expensive decor, the way her fingers lingered a little too long on Emeka’s jacket hanging by the door.
She didn’t see the snake slithering into her paradise.
Ngozi played her role flawlessly.
She woke up early to make breakfast, humming as she set the table. "You work so hard, Nneka. Let me take care of you for once!"
She offered to help with wedding plans, flipping through bridal magazines with exaggerated excitement. "Oh my God, this dress would look stunning on you!"
She even volunteered to test Nneka’s new skincare line, raving about it to her followers online. "My sister is a genius! You all need to try this!"
But behind every smile, every compliment, was a blade waiting to strike.
Ngozi’s first mission? Emeka.
She waited until Nneka was busy with a business call, then "accidentally" bumped into Emeka in the kitchen, spilling her wine on his crisp white shirt.
"Oh no! I’m so sorry!" she gasped, dabbing at his chest with a napkin, her touch lingering just a second too long.
Emeka, ever the gentleman, laughed it off. *"It’s fine, Ngozi. No harm done."
But Ngozi wasn’t done.
Later that night, as they all watched a movie, she made sure to sit a little too close to Emeka, her bare leg brushing against his. When Nneka got up to take a call, Ngozi sighed dramatically.
"I wish I had a man as patient as you, Emeka. Nneka is so lucky… but honestly, I don’t know how you put up with her workaholic ways. She barely has time for you."
Emeka frowned. "She’s just passionate."
Ngozi gave a small, pitying smile. "Of course. But a man like you deserves… more."
The seed was planted.
Nneka’s skincare samples for an important client meeting vanished the night before the presentation. She turned the house upside down, panic rising in her chest.
"Ngozi, did you see the box of Naturé samples? They were right here!"
Ngozi widened her eyes in fake concern. "Oh no! Maybe the cleaner misplaced them?"
But Nneka’s cleaner was meticulous. And Ngozi had been the last one near the samples.
The meeting was a disaster. Nneka had to apologize profusely, her reputation taking a hit.
And Ngozi? She comforted her sister with a hug, hiding her smirk in Nneka’s shoulder.
"Don’t worry, sis. These things happen."
The final blow came at Nneka’s birthday dinner.
Nneka had stepped away to take an urgent call from a supplier, leaving Emeka and Ngozi alone at the table.
Ngozi seized her chance.
She leaned in, her voice a whisper. "Emeka… I’ve always admired you. The way you love my sister… it’s so beautiful." She let her hand rest on his. *"But does she even see how amazing you are? Or is she too busy chasing her next big deal?"
Emeka pulled back, uncomfortable. *"Ngozi, don’t."
But Ngozi wasn’t deterred. With tears glistening in her eyes, she whispered, "I just hate seeing you taken for granted. If you were mine… I’d never let you feel second best."
Just then, Nneka returned, her smile fading as she took in the tense scene.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
Ngozi blinked away her "tears" and laughed lightly. "Of course! Emeka was just telling me how much he loves you."
But the doubt was already in the air.
As the days passed, Ngozi’s schemes grew bolder.
She "accidentally" sent Emeka flirty texts meant for a "mystery man," then gasped in horror when he confronted her. "Oh my God! That was for my friend’s brother! My phone must have glitched!"
She whispered to Nneka’s friends that her sister was "stressed and acting strange lately," planting the idea that Nneka was unstable.
And every night, she lay in bed, replaying her victories with a grin.
Because soon, very soon, Nneka’s perfect life would crumble.
And Ngozi would be there to pick up the pieces.
To Be Continued…)