Dan Millionaire Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Mansion of Gold and Glamour
 
The mansion shimmered even in daylight. Every corner reflected luxury, as even the exterior finish gleamed like polished gold. At night, it sparkled so brightly it seemed to dazzle the stars.
 
Inside, a lavish parlor sat at the heart of the home—elegantly furnished with high-end tech and decor, some even automated. Seated within were two dashing young men and a stunning lady between them—so beautiful and graceful, you’d think she was their queen.
 
But beneath their handsome faces was tension—one of the young men, Al’ameen, clearly battling inner turmoil. His radiant looks could not hide his pain.
 
A Mother's Wrath
 
The woman turned to Al’ameen and snapped, "Al’ameen, get out of my sight! Are you mad? What do you see in that worthless girl from a tribe we don’t even recognize—another country entirely? With all the women in your state and this country, you crossed the ocean for a nobody from London? I swear, I will never accept her. Even after my death, if you marry her, I will never forgive you. It’s either me or her!"
 
Shocked and speechless, Al’ameen looked at his mother. His heart belonged to Abni—he had promised her marriage after she converted to Islam. He couldn’t bear the thought of letting her down.
 
Seeing the depth of emotion in his eyes, his mother grew uneasy. Without another word, she stormed out, her heart burning with disappointment.
 
Brotherly Support
 
Sadiq, his cousin, comforted him. “Al’ameen, I know Mami is harsh, but don’t mention that girl’s name in her presence again. She won’t ever agree to that marriage.”
 
Al’ameen, frustrated, said, “But I made her a promise. She left her religion for me. How can I break that?”
 
Sadiq nodded. “Then I’ll support you. It’s like I’m marrying her too, because I can’t bear to see you suffer.”
 
A Child’s Tears
 
Suddenly, a little girl came crying, throwing herself into Al’ameen’s arms. “Momy, he spoiled my shirt!” she sobbed.
 
At the dining table stood a boy holding a spoon. “Sorry sister, I didn’t mean to,” he said.
 
“I won’t forgive you! You must buy me a new one or I’ll get revenge!” she shouted.
 
“I already said sorry,” he snapped back.
 
Al’ameen gently stepped in. “Let’s go buy a new one, okay?” She smiled and agreed. Sadiq offered to buy something for the boy too.
 
From upstairs, Mami watched them leave, fuming. “Al’ameen has lost his senses because of that girl. She thinks she can take my son away from me? We’ll see.”
 
Staff Discipline
 
Mami descended to the parlor and summoned the housemaids. “Who was responsible for the dining mess?”
 
Hajar nervously responded, “Ma, I didn’t see anything.”
 
“Of course not,” Mami snapped. “You think this is just any house? If it happens again, you’re out!”
 
Nana, another maid, cleaned the mess silently. She had grown tired of Mami’s constant mistreatment.
 
When Daddy Returned
 
That evening, when Alhaji Mustapha returned, Mami was still furious.
 
“What’s wrong, my wife?” he asked.
 
She exploded. “Al’ameen is out of his mind! He wants to marry some church girl he met in London!”
 
“Has he done anything against Islam?” Alhaji asked calmly.
 
“She bewitched him! I tried everything. He won’t listen!”
 
“I’ll talk to him,” Alhaji replied. “Don’t worry.”
 
Pleased, Mami said, “Thank you, Alhaji. I even forgot the name of that shameless girl. It sounds like vomit!”
 
Alhaji chuckled. Mami never failed to bring money into any conversation. Even in anger, her pride in their wealth always showed.
 
A Phone Call from the Past
 
Two weeks later, Al’ameen sat alone. His phone rang—the custom ringtone Abni had set back in London.
 
Seeing her name made his heart drop.
 
When he finally called back, her voice was warm. “Dear, you’ve been unreachable. Do you know how worried I was?”
 
He relaxed. “Are you okay? Where are you?”
 
“In Abuja,” she said brightly. “I followed my dad on a short trip. I want to visit you. Please send me the address.”
 
His heart raced. “You want to come to the house?”
 
“Yes,” she smiled. “Just send it.”
 
Reluctantly, he did.
 
Face to Face
 
Just then, Mami walked by and noticed his distress. “Is it that wretched girl again?” she asked angrily.
 
Before he could answer, a voice said from the entrance, “Good evening. My name is Abni Jonah from London. I’m here to see my dear—Al’ameen.”
 
Mami spun around. Before her stood a beautiful, light-skinned foreigner—poised, elegant.
 
"You must be the one who turned my son into a fool!" Mami shouted, flinging a glass that shattered on the floor.
 
Al’ameen tried to intervene. “Mami, please stop. Don’t insult her.”
 
“She bewitched you! You want to bring this Christian into my home?”
 
“She’s Muslim now!” he protested.
 
“Oh, because of the tiny hijab she wore? That doesn’t make her one of us!”
 
Abni looked confused—she didn’t understand the words, but she understood the hostility. Turning to Al’ameen calmly, she said, “