
They said he was blessed.
That his name opened doors.
That gold followed wherever he stepped.
But no one saw the shadows that entered with him.
No one heard the silence that followed his laughter.
And no one warned him that some kindnesses come at a cost.
Now, Obiajulum sits in the dark-rich in all the wrong things.
Blind. Blamed. Alone.
What happens when the house you built with love becomes a shrine of regret?
When the child you fed calls your name in blood?
Wretchedly Rich is a tale of beauty and betrayal, prophecy and possession-
where not every guest is innocent,
not every wealth is a blessing,
and not every story ends with light.