A strong wind was blowing, making the town dark and the estate silent. The only sounds were the cries of birds and the rustling of trees, which had received a good blessing of rain. Suddenly, it started raining heavily, and everyone who had opened their windows quickly closed them. A young boy, fair-skinned and handsome, came out holding a stick, indicating he was blind. Despite the heavy rain, he walked until he reached the door leading to his uncle's section and let out a scream that echoed through the estate. Despite the rain, no one came out because it was a family habit not to interfere in each other's matters. They lived a strange and fearful life, a legacy from their parents who showed favoritism towards their children. One could not discipline another's child.

God tested them with a grandmother who only cared about herself and power, a trait inherited from her royal lineage. She despised anyone she disliked, and since childhood, the boy had only known his father, not his mother, due to the circumstances of his birth. The NADER family had a mysterious and complicated history, and uncovering their secrets was as dangerous as taking someone's life.

A black Benz with tinted windows parked near the boy's uncle's section. The driver, wearing expensive and fragrant clothes, stepped out. He was very handsome, with fair skin and sexy eyes behind medical glasses, and a well-groomed beard. He walked with the confidence of a lion, earning him the nickname 'King of Lion' or 'King of Journalists.' Every journalist in Nigeria followed him.

He suddenly stopped, his heart racing, and called out the name 'Sultan' with a trembling voice. He called the commissioner, reporting a murder at their house, and then hung up. Abbey, who had not gone to work, came out, his voice shaking as he called 'TAREEK.' He did not turn around, his face red with anger. Abbey found Sultan lying lifeless and asked who had killed him, but received no answer. Abbey called the family, and they gathered to take the body to the nearest floor.

Sitti entered, dressed in luxurious Swiss lace, exuding fragrance. She was the mother of the strong men ABDULKARIM, ABDULNUR, ABDALLAH, and NASIR. Safna, dressed in an armless top and three-quarter pants, with long dark purple hair and high heels, walked on the tiles, making a sound. She stood by the body while Sitti sat on a luxury royal sofa, crossing her legs. The security officers and a doctor arrived to examine the body. Aunty Ayesha, despite the blood, hugged the body, crying intensely. Anyone with a heart would feel pity for her.

Standing aside, away from the household, he watched with his beautiful eyes, not blinking. The security officers prepared to take the body for a thorough examination. The killer had left no clues. Barrister Nasir hugged her as she lay down, sighing, and they took the body away. Aunty Sakina and others sat on the floor, watching him, each lost in their thoughts. Safna, despite her fear, continued taking pictures, determined to shake the media and her fans.