I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 2
Nneka and Ngozi were no longer the teenage girls who once shared a cramped bedroom. Time had shaped them into stunning, elegant women—both beautiful on the outside, but worlds apart where it truly mattered.
Nneka had blossomed into everything their parents had ever dreamed of. She graduated top of her class at the University of Lagos, earning a first-class degree in Business Administration. By twenty-five, she was already a rising star at a top financial firm, managing high-profile clients with ease.
But Nneka didn’t stop there.
Determined to build her own legacy, she launched a luxury skincare line, "Naturé by Nneka," using organic African ingredients. Within a year, her products were stocked in high-end boutiques across Lagos, and her face graced the covers of business magazines.
Yet, despite her success, Nneka remained kind. Humble. Generous.
She never forgot her family, sending money home every month and even paying for her parents’ new house. And whenever Ngozi called—always with a crisis—Nneka answered without hesitation.
"Sis, my rent is due…"
"Nneka, I lost my job again…"
"Please, just this one time…"
Every. Single. Time. Nneka helped.
Because that’s what sisters did.
Ngozi, on the other hand, had taken a different path.
She dropped out of university after two years, blaming "unfair lecturers" and a "toxic environment." She jumped from one job to another—each time getting fired for laziness, tardiness, or attitude.
But in Ngozi’s mind, it was never her fault.
"They just don’t appreciate me."
"Nneka is lucky, that’s all."
"If I had her opportunities, I’d be even better."
The truth? Ngozi didn’t want to work. She wanted wealth, fame, and admiration—*lwithout the effort.
And every time she saw Nneka’s name in the news, every time she heard their parents brag about her, every time a man’s eyes lingered a little too long on her sister—something inside Ngozi twisted deeper.
The jealousy was no longer a spark.
It was a wildfire.
Ngozi had learned to hide her hatred well.
She smiled when Nneka visited, hugging her tightly like the loving sister she pretended to be. She laughed at Nneka’s jokes, complimented her outfits, and even helped distribute samples of *Naturé by Nneka* to her friends.
But behind that dazzling smile, the truth festered.
"Why her?"* Ngozi would seethe in private. "Why does she get everything?"
She watched as men fell over themselves to impress Nneka. Watched as her sister’s business grew. Watched as their parents’ eyes lit up the moment Nneka walked into the room.
And with each passing day, Ngozi’s envy grew teeth.
One evening, Ngozi sat scrolling through Instagram when a post stopped her cold.
It was Nneka—glowing in a sleek red dress, standing beside a handsome, wealthy businessman, "Emeka Okoye". The caption read:
"He asked… and I said YES!"
Ngozi’s blood turned to ice.
Emeka Okoye wasn’t just any man. He was one of Lagos’ most eligible bachelors—young, rich, and powerful. And now… he belonged to Nneka.
Ngozi’s hands shook as she zoomed in on the diamond ring on her sister’s finger. A ring she should have been wearing. A life she should have been living.
That night, as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, an idea began to form.
A dark, dangerous idea.
Because if she couldn’t have Nneka’s life…
Maybe she could take it.
To Be Continued…)
PART 2
Nneka and Ngozi were no longer the teenage girls who once shared a cramped bedroom. Time had shaped them into stunning, elegant women—both beautiful on the outside, but worlds apart where it truly mattered.
Nneka had blossomed into everything their parents had ever dreamed of. She graduated top of her class at the University of Lagos, earning a first-class degree in Business Administration. By twenty-five, she was already a rising star at a top financial firm, managing high-profile clients with ease.
But Nneka didn’t stop there.
Determined to build her own legacy, she launched a luxury skincare line, "Naturé by Nneka," using organic African ingredients. Within a year, her products were stocked in high-end boutiques across Lagos, and her face graced the covers of business magazines.
Yet, despite her success, Nneka remained kind. Humble. Generous.
She never forgot her family, sending money home every month and even paying for her parents’ new house. And whenever Ngozi called—always with a crisis—Nneka answered without hesitation.
"Sis, my rent is due…"
"Nneka, I lost my job again…"
"Please, just this one time…"
Every. Single. Time. Nneka helped.
Because that’s what sisters did.
Ngozi, on the other hand, had taken a different path.
She dropped out of university after two years, blaming "unfair lecturers" and a "toxic environment." She jumped from one job to another—each time getting fired for laziness, tardiness, or attitude.
But in Ngozi’s mind, it was never her fault.
"They just don’t appreciate me."
"Nneka is lucky, that’s all."
"If I had her opportunities, I’d be even better."
The truth? Ngozi didn’t want to work. She wanted wealth, fame, and admiration—*lwithout the effort.
And every time she saw Nneka’s name in the news, every time she heard their parents brag about her, every time a man’s eyes lingered a little too long on her sister—something inside Ngozi twisted deeper.
The jealousy was no longer a spark.
It was a wildfire.
Ngozi had learned to hide her hatred well.
She smiled when Nneka visited, hugging her tightly like the loving sister she pretended to be. She laughed at Nneka’s jokes, complimented her outfits, and even helped distribute samples of *Naturé by Nneka* to her friends.
But behind that dazzling smile, the truth festered.
"Why her?"* Ngozi would seethe in private. "Why does she get everything?"
She watched as men fell over themselves to impress Nneka. Watched as her sister’s business grew. Watched as their parents’ eyes lit up the moment Nneka walked into the room.
And with each passing day, Ngozi’s envy grew teeth.
One evening, Ngozi sat scrolling through Instagram when a post stopped her cold.
It was Nneka—glowing in a sleek red dress, standing beside a handsome, wealthy businessman, "Emeka Okoye". The caption read:
"He asked… and I said YES!"
Ngozi’s blood turned to ice.
Emeka Okoye wasn’t just any man. He was one of Lagos’ most eligible bachelors—young, rich, and powerful. And now… he belonged to Nneka.
Ngozi’s hands shook as she zoomed in on the diamond ring on her sister’s finger. A ring she should have been wearing. A life she should have been living.
That night, as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, an idea began to form.
A dark, dangerous idea.
Because if she couldn’t have Nneka’s life…
Maybe she could take it.
To Be Continued…)
I WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 2
Nneka and Ngozi were no longer the teenage girls who once shared a cramped bedroom. Time had shaped them into stunning, elegant women—both beautiful on the outside, but worlds apart where it truly mattered.
Nneka had blossomed into everything their parents had ever dreamed of. She graduated top of her class at the University of Lagos, earning a first-class degree in Business Administration. By twenty-five, she was already a rising star at a top financial firm, managing high-profile clients with ease.
But Nneka didn’t stop there.
Determined to build her own legacy, she launched a luxury skincare line, "Naturé by Nneka," using organic African ingredients. Within a year, her products were stocked in high-end boutiques across Lagos, and her face graced the covers of business magazines.
Yet, despite her success, Nneka remained kind. Humble. Generous.
She never forgot her family, sending money home every month and even paying for her parents’ new house. And whenever Ngozi called—always with a crisis—Nneka answered without hesitation.
"Sis, my rent is due…"
"Nneka, I lost my job again…"
"Please, just this one time…"
Every. Single. Time. Nneka helped.
Because that’s what sisters did.
Ngozi, on the other hand, had taken a different path.
She dropped out of university after two years, blaming "unfair lecturers" and a "toxic environment." She jumped from one job to another—each time getting fired for laziness, tardiness, or attitude.
But in Ngozi’s mind, it was never her fault.
"They just don’t appreciate me."
"Nneka is lucky, that’s all."
"If I had her opportunities, I’d be even better."
The truth? Ngozi didn’t want to work. She wanted wealth, fame, and admiration—*lwithout the effort.
And every time she saw Nneka’s name in the news, every time she heard their parents brag about her, every time a man’s eyes lingered a little too long on her sister—something inside Ngozi twisted deeper.
The jealousy was no longer a spark.
It was a wildfire.
Ngozi had learned to hide her hatred well.
She smiled when Nneka visited, hugging her tightly like the loving sister she pretended to be. She laughed at Nneka’s jokes, complimented her outfits, and even helped distribute samples of *Naturé by Nneka* to her friends.
But behind that dazzling smile, the truth festered.
"Why her?"* Ngozi would seethe in private. "Why does she get everything?"
She watched as men fell over themselves to impress Nneka. Watched as her sister’s business grew. Watched as their parents’ eyes lit up the moment Nneka walked into the room.
And with each passing day, Ngozi’s envy grew teeth.
One evening, Ngozi sat scrolling through Instagram when a post stopped her cold.
It was Nneka—glowing in a sleek red dress, standing beside a handsome, wealthy businessman, "Emeka Okoye". The caption read:
💍 "He asked… and I said YES!" 💍
Ngozi’s blood turned to ice.
Emeka Okoye wasn’t just any man. He was one of Lagos’ most eligible bachelors—young, rich, and powerful. And now… he belonged to Nneka.
Ngozi’s hands shook as she zoomed in on the diamond ring on her sister’s finger. A ring she should have been wearing. A life she should have been living.
That night, as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, an idea began to form.
A dark, dangerous idea.
Because if she couldn’t have Nneka’s life…
Maybe she could take it.
To Be Continued…)
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