The first leg of Jidenna's world tour was a massive success. Sold-out arenas, screaming fans, and rave reviews made it clear that his star was rising higher than ever. But the higher he climbed, the heavier the weight of Amaka's presence loomed in the shadows.

  Amaka had grown bolder. The world tour had given her endless opportunities to weave herself into Jidenna's life without being seen. She booked flights to the same cities as his shows, checked into nearby hotels, and attended the concerts under various disguises. From the outside, she appeared as just another adoring fan, but inside, her obsession festered.

  She began planting small, calculated disruptions to remind Jidenna that she was still there. One night, his hotel room received a bouquet of roses with a note that read, "You'll never escape me." On another occasion, during an after-party, she anonymously tipped off paparazzi, leading to a chaotic frenzy that forced Jidenna to leave early.

  But her most chilling act came during a concert in Paris. Jidenna's team received an email from an anonymous source, claiming to have intimate details about his personal life—details that only someone close to him would know. The message included photos of Jidenna from years ago, moments he hadn't shared publicly, and cryptic lines like, "Do you remember what you promised?"

  Jidenna was no longer just uneasy—he was terrified. He shared his concerns with Bayo, his manager, who immediately increased security measures. Bodyguards now accompanied him everywhere, and his hotel bookings were kept secret.

  "She's gone too far this time," Jidenna muttered after reading the email.

  "Are you sure it's her?" Bayo asked, trying to remain pragmatic.

  Jidenna nodded grimly. "Who else could it be? No one else knows these things about me. It has to be Amaka."

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  "Then we need to report this to the authorities," Bayo said firmly.

  Jidenna hesitated. A part of him still felt conflicted about taking legal action against someone he had once loved. "Let me think about it," he said finally, though he knew the decision couldn't wait much longer.

  Amaka, meanwhile, was reveling in her perceived success. She had succeeded in unsettling Jidenna, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted him to acknowledge her, to confront her, to admit that he still thought about her.

  One evening, as she scrolled through news articles about Jidenna's tour, an idea struck her. If she couldn't get him to see her directly, she would use the power of social media to force his hand.

  She created a fake account and began posting cryptic messages and old photos of their time together. The captions hinted at a deeper story:

  "The truth about Jidenna Okoro will shock you."

  "You can't outrun your past forever."

  "He knows what he did."

  The posts quickly gained traction, with fans and media outlets speculating about their meaning. Some dismissed them as baseless rumors, while others latched onto the mystery, demanding answers.

  Jidenna's publicist called him in a panic. "These posts are going viral. We need to address this before it spirals out of control."

  "No," Jidenna said firmly. "That's exactly what she wants. If we acknowledge her, we're giving her more power."

  But Amaka wasn't done. Her next move was even more calculated. She reached out to one of Jidenna's former collaborators, a producer who had once been close to him but had fallen out with him over a financial dispute. Posing as a journalist, Amaka convinced the producer to give her an exclusive interview, where he aired grievances about Jidenna's behavior during their time working together.

  The interview painted Jidenna as arrogant and ungrateful, and Amaka strategically leaked it during a high point in his tour, causing a media storm.

  Jidenna was livid. "This is her doing," he fumed to Bayo after the story broke.

  "We need to get ahead of this," Bayo said. "We can issue a statement refuting the claims and emphasizing your professionalism."

  Jidenna shook his head. "No more statements. I'm done playing defense. It's time to end this."

  "What do you mean?" Bayo asked warily.

  Jidenna's eyes burned with determination. "If she wants to play games, let's play. But this time, I'm setting the rules."