Dennis Uzor was a billionaire in search of true love. You might wonder why a billionaire would dress this way and walk the streets of Lagos like an ordinary man. Dennis had suffered his fair share of heartbreaks from gold diggers—women who wanted him only for what he had and what he could give. His heart had been broken countless times by women he loved deeply.
The first woman to break his heart was his mother, who abandoned him with his father when he was barely five years old. He grew up under the care of Auntie Rose, the nanny his father hired for him. When Dennis came of age to marry, he found himself falling in love with wolves in sheep’s clothing—women who wore affection like a disguise.The one that broke the camel’s back was his last girlfriend, Zena, who arranged his kidnapping just to extort more money from him. Dennis was fed up and exhausted. He decided he would never marry again—until Auntie Rose stepped in.
“My dear,” she said softly, holding his hands, “since the day I stepped into this house, you have filled the vacuum of a child in my life. You cannot give up on love because of a few women who do not deserve your heart. There is still love out there. All you have to do is go and find it.
“In my village, Enugu, there are many beautiful and industrious women. I will take you there so we can look for a woman who will love you for who you are, not for what you can give.”
And that was how Dennis and Auntie Rose traveled down to Enugu.
Dennis began doing menial jobs as a wheelbarrow pusher. At first, it was hard. He had never done such demanding work in all his life. Every night when Auntie Rose served him food, she consoled him, reminding him that everything beautiful is achieved through hard work.
Each day he met different people in the market—some kind, others hostile. But because of Auntie Rose’s encouraging words, he persevered. He gave himself three months. If nothing changed by then, he would return to his world of loneliness.
One day, however, a woman caught his attention. She was as bright as the morning sun.
Surprisingly, she had a twin sister who looked exactly like her, yet was entirely different in nature. One was lively and radiant. The other was calm and gentle.
She served him food in her mother’s small bower, placing a plate of jollof rice before him with a warm smile, while her mother dished out more meals for other customers.
He watched the way she walked—humble, graceful, and down-to-earth.
But her twin sister attended only to men who looked wealthy. She flirted with them openly, and her mother smiled at her in encouragement while constantly shouting at Favor, the humble twin.
When Dennis paid Favor, she thanked him so politely that he felt a strange pull in his chest.
The next day, Dennis returned—but this time, he overheard the mother scolding her.
“Why are you so useless?” the woman barked. “Are you better than your sister who is doing it? Why are you always bringing me shame and disgrace?”
Dennis stood in total awe, staring at them.
“Go inside now,” her mother commanded.
“No, Mommy, I am not going. That man is old enough to be my father,” Favor protested.
“You are mad!” her mother shouted. “Does he look like your useless father? Can your stupid father give me this kind of money?” she said, waving a wad of cash in Favor’s face. “If you continue behaving like this, I will make sure you regret your life. Go inside now!” she screamed, lunging forward to grab her.
Favor ran to a corner instead. She sat there crying bitterly.
Dennis was dumbfounded. He wanted to go to her and console her, but he couldn’t. He just stood there in silence, his heart heavy.
The next day, Dennis arrived at the bower but did not see Favor—the humble twin. Instead, Flora sat on the bench opposite him, chewing gum and pressing her phone, completely ignoring him. They had the same face, but Flora was always dressed in sharper, more eye-catching clothes.
Dennis cleared his throat. “I need a plate of rice.”
Flora hissed loudly and continued with her phone.
Then Favor walked in with a small bandage on her cheek. She smiled when she saw him.
“Customer, you came today. What should I offer you?”
Dennis frowned in concern. “What happened to your face?” he asked.
Favor smiled faintly and glanced at her sister. “I fell down.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Dennis said quickly.
Favor nodded, still smiling. “What should I offer you?” she asked cheerfully.
After serving him, she sat beside him.
“It’s like you are new here,” she said. “I think I just started seeing you around.”
Dennis smiled. “Yes, I just moved into the neighborhood.”
She brightened. “I thought so. So, how do you find our small town?”
Before Dennis realized it, they had talked for a long while. She was easy to talk to—gentle and warm—and he found himself enjoying every word.
Soon her mother walked in, and Favor sprang to her feet.
“What are you doing sitting here chatting and wasting your life away when there are plates to wash?” her mother snapped.
“But Mommy, I have been the one serving customers. Flora has done nothing all day,” Favor replied softly.
And so her mother shot back, “Are you useful for anything else in this place? Before I open my eyes, go and wash those plates, useless girl!”
Then she turned to Flora. “My dear girl, come. I have a gist for you.”
Mother and daughter walked into the inner part of the restaurant, leaving Favor standing there in silence.
Later that evening, Dennis and Favor met again and talked for a long while. They both enjoyed each other’s company. She was full of energy and life, and Dennis knew deep in his heart that he had found his wife.
He asked her to be his girlfriend, and she accepted gladly.
A few days later, Dennis arrived at the bower to see Favor, only to find her being dragged like a common criminal. He rushed forward, pulled her from her mother’s grasp, and drew her to his side.
“Who are you, and how dare you come here?” Juliet barked angrily.
“I am Dennis, her boyfriend,” he said firmly.
Both Flora and her mother burst into mocking laughter.
“So, Favor—out of all the men of timber and caliber who come here—you chose a poor riffraff, a nobody, a church rat,” Juliet sneered. “You are indeed a cursed girl.”
Favor kept sobbing as Dennis led her away.
When they got home, Auntie Rose pulled her into a warm hug.
“I am so sorry, my dear, for all you have gone through.”
After they had settled down, Dennis spoke first.
“Favor, I love you, and I can no longer bear to see you suffer this hardship at the hands of your own mother. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?”
Favor looked at Auntie Rose, who smiled and nodded her head gently. Tears filled her eyes as she nodded in acceptance.
Together, they went to visit her mother.
Juliet stared at them, her eyes filled with disgust.
“So, Favor?” she called coldly. “You brought this thing here as a husband.”
“This thing?” she asked, pointing at Dennis with a mocking expression.
“I gave birth to you both,” she continued, pointing at Favor, and then at Flora, who sat beside her with a smirk. “I realized you did not only take after your useless father,” she spat. “I also realized that you are a cursed child. A child who sees good things and rejects them for bad and spoiled things is an evil child.
“Your sister deals with men of class and caliber, and you chose a wheelbarrow pusher,” she hissed loudly.
Favor sighed deeply. “Mommy, please. I only came to inform you,” she said calmly. “Dennis and I have spoken to Uncle Joe about the introduction date, and we have agreed on the 14th of next month.”
Juliet hissed again, and Flora rolled her eyes.
“You see this calamity you want to bring upon yourself—know that the moment you marry this fool, you are no longer part of this family.”
“I know, Mommy,” Favor said quietly, her voice steady despite the pain in her eyes.
On the day of the introduction, the elders sat in the living room while Juliet and Flora took their seats, ready to mock and laugh at everything. Favor remained alone in her room, standing by the window, watching and waiting for Dennis to arrive.
Her heart raced with fear and hope.
What if he abandons me? she thought.
All she wanted was to leave that house and begin a new life with him.
Before long, a commotion erupted in the living room as Dennis walked in, looking wealthy and exuding class. The elders were confused. Juliet was struck speechless, struggling to process what was happening.
Favor, who saw the cars that brought him, came out as well, her face filled with confusion.
Dennis and Auntie Rose stood side by side as Dennis smiled and introduced himself.
“My name is Dennis Uzor. I am the CEO of Prime Interior Decor.”
Flora’s jaw dropped as she instantly recognized his face.
“Dennis,” Favor called out, shock written all over her face.
Auntie Rose smiled and pulled her into a hug. “You have nothing to worry about, dear,” she assured her gently.
“Let’s begin,” Dennis said calmly.
Flora quickly pulled her mother aside into the backyard.
“Mommy, what is happening?” she whispered urgently.
Juliet stood there dumbfounded.
“This can’t happen,” Flora cried. “It should be me marrying that man, not Favor. I deserve him.”
“Calm down,” her mother whispered back, leaning closer. “I have a plan.”
The traditional wedding was fixed for a week later.
On the night before the traditional wedding, Flora and Juliet sneaked into Favor’s room and tied her up. They carried her into a deep forest in the middle of nowhere and dumped her there.
The next morning, preparations began. Dancers and performers were already in their costumes. Flora wore Favor’s dress while their mother smiled with a look of fulfillment.
Their plan was working.
By the time Favor ever returned, nobody would believe her.
Flora was adorned in the bride’s outfit, and Dennis and his people were already waiting.
When it was time for the bride to come out, Flora stepped forward with her train of asoebi ladies. No one could tell it was Flora because she and Favor had the same face. Only their mother and a few observant people knew that Favor had a mole behind her right ear—the mole she inherited from her father.
The elders handed Flora a cup of wine, and she danced joyfully toward where Dennis stood.
Just as she knelt to present the cup of wine to him, the wounded Favor ran into the compound, followed closely by a poor, aged hunter.
“She is not the bride!” Favor cried out.
The guests shouted in shock as their eyes darted from Flora to Favor. Confusion rippled through the crowd.
“What is happening here?” Dennis asked, his voice tense.
“Dennis, it’s me—Favor,” she cried.
Dennis stared at the woman dressed as his bride and then at the woman claiming to be his bride, his mind struggling to make sense of it all.
The hunter stepped forward.
“I found her tied up in the bush deep in the forest. When I untied her, she told me today was her wedding day, so we rushed here.”
The guests gasped.
Juliet ran forward. “Don’t mind her. She is a mad woman,” she shouted. “Dennis, this is your original bride,” she said, gripping Flora’s arm tightly.
Tears streamed down Favor’s cheeks. She turned her head and pulled back her hair.
“This is the mole that differentiates me from Flora,” she said through sobs.
The elders gasped.
“Mommy, so you hate me this much,” Favor cried.
Dennis felt a sharp pain in his chest. “How could you do this to your own daughter?”
“Yes, you are an evil child,” Juliet spat. “I should have thrown you into the evil forest where your kind belongs the day I gave birth to you. I cursed the day I gave birth to you.”
Soon, police officers arrived. Flora was arrested for impersonation and kidnapping, while their mother was arrested for kidnapping and assault.
As the police dragged them away, Juliet kept shouting and cursing Favor.
Dennis pulled Favor into his arms as tears poured from her eyes. The guests stood in disbelief, unable to comprehend how a mother could hate her own child so deeply—simply because she looked like her father.