The days leading up to Jidenna's world tour were filled with a whirlwind of activity. From press conferences to rehearsals, the young artist barely had a moment to himself. Excitement brewed as fans worldwide eagerly awaited his performances.

  But amid the chaos of preparation, a shadow loomed.

  Amaka sat in her dimly lit apartment, the glow from her laptop illuminating her face. Spread out before her were maps of the cities on Jidenna's tour, lists of his scheduled appearances, and detailed notes about his movements. Every piece of information she could gather was meticulously cataloged.

  Her obsession had consumed her entirely. She had spent the past few weeks creating fake social media accounts, reaching out to members of Jidenna's entourage to gather intel. To her surprise, a few careless responses had provided her with valuable details.

  "This will work," she whispered, a sinister smile forming. "It has to."

  Her plan wasn't just to disrupt the tour; it was to force Jidenna into a situation where he would have no choice but to see her. She convinced herself that if they could just be alone, away from the prying eyes of the world, he would realize they were meant to be together.

  Meanwhile, Jidenna had begun noticing strange occurrences. An anonymous fan sent him flowers at one of his rehearsals. The card attached simply read: "You're never alone."

  He brushed it off as an overzealous admirer until the same message appeared spray-painted on a wall near his home.

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  Concerned, he contacted his manager. "Bayo, I think I'm being followed again," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.

  Bayo frowned. "We'll increase your security detail. It's probably nothing, but we can't take any chances, especially before the tour."

  Jidenna agreed, but unease gnawed at him.

  The night before the tour's launch, Jidenna attended a private party hosted by one of his sponsors. The exclusive event was teeming with celebrities, media executives, and industry influencers. He tried to relax, but his guard was always up.

  As the evening wore on, he caught a glimpse of a woman who looked eerily familiar. She was dressed elegantly, blending seamlessly into the crowd, but something about her posture and movements struck a chord.

  "Amaka?" he muttered under his breath.

  He excused himself from a conversation and followed the woman through the crowd, his pulse quickening. But by the time he reached the spot where he thought she was standing, she was gone.

  "Am I losing my mind?" he wondered aloud.

  His thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. It was a text from an unknown number: "See you soon."

  Across town, Amaka stood on a rooftop, overlooking the glittering city below. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she imagined the moments ahead. She had managed to slip into the party unnoticed, leaving just enough of a trail for Jidenna to suspect her presence.

  "He'll know I'm serious now," she thought, clutching her phone tightly.

  Amaka's plan for the tour had evolved. It was no longer just about confrontation. She wanted to reclaim her power, to remind Jidenna that she would always be part of his life, whether he liked it or not.

  As the tour's first concert approached, Jidenna struggled to shake the feeling of being watched. His security team assured him that everything was under control, but he couldn't ignore the sense of dread creeping into his thoughts.

  The chapter ends with Jidenna stepping onto the stage, the crowd erupting in cheers. As he performed, his eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for something—or someone—that wasn't there.

  Amaka, however, watched from the shadows, her next move already in motion.