The days that followed weren't exactly peaceful.

Dayo and his family had barely settled into a routine before the first wave of media arrived. At first, it was just one or two journalists lurking outside their home with cameras, asking about the Heathrow incident and who he thought was responsible. But before long, more came—reporters, bloggers, vloggers, even fans pretending to be delivery riders just to get close or chase an autograph.

It was chaos. The once-peaceful street had turned into a circus every other day. Neighbors complained. Cars slowed down just to snap pictures. Even his younger siblings weren't spared.

And the worst part? Dayo didn't know how his private information had leaked. He hadn't given out his address, and neither had his team. But the media always found a way.

One evening, after another long day of recording for Lois' album and dodging cameras, he sat with his father on the front porch.

"Dad," Dayo said quietly, rubbing his temples, "I don't think this is working anymore. This place… it's not safe. We can't even breathe after the airport incident."

His father gave him a long look, nodding slowly. "I know, son. I've been thinking the same. But houses in estates don't come cheap."

Dayo let out a small, tired laugh, leaning back. "I've been planning for that. I wasn't sure I could pull it off before, but… I think I can now. With the tours, the shows, the copyright money, the streams… it adds up. We can get somewhere safe and private."

And it really did add up.

From performances with Luna—club gigs, TV shows, and a few festival slots—he had already earned close to $650,000 after splits from ticket sales, performance fees, and a couple of small sponsorships.

Hall of Fame was still climbing. In royalties alone (Spotify, Apple Music, Audiomack, YouTube streams, etc.), he'd crossed roughly $300,000.

Add in songwriting credits and production work he'd quietly done for other artists—another $120,000.

Altogether, JD had pulled in just over $1 million in less than a year. For a newcomer, that was wild. Not a mega-star yet, but enough to take a real step—to protect his family.

"It's time we move. Somewhere quieter. Somewhere with a gate. Somewhere safe," Dayo said, turning to his father.

His dad didn't argue. He knew his son's character—once Dayo set his mind on something, there was no turning back. He simply patted Dayo on the shoulder, pride and worry mixing in his eyes.

Dayo picked up his phone and called Vivian.

"Hey Viv, I need your help—remember the housing thing I mentioned?"

"Oh yeah, I already handled that. I was waiting for you to come to the office today, but you were stuck with Lois' album," she replied.

"Yeah, it's been a long day. Viv, what would I do without you?" Dayo laughed.

"Haha, nothing, Dayo. I told you to get an assistant to ease the stress."

"Yeah, I will."

"Good news: I've arranged viewings. I found a gated townhouse near Holloway Road—quiet street, good security, five bedrooms so everyone gets a room, and a guest room. It's about $700,000. Perfect for your family."

Dayo inhaled deeply. It was more than he planned to spend, but the peace of mind already felt worth it. "Show me. Book it. Also—what about the press? They keep harassing me, and I don't mind, but my family isn't being spared."

Vivian's tone turned serious. "That's the problem. The media are circling because you haven't done a sit-down interview. People want to hear your version. You posting 'I'm fine' online isn't cutting it anymore. They want to see your face, hear your words. After all, it's not every day you see a celebrity who can fight, sing, and look good doing it. You're a celeb now, Dayo. Until you give an interview, they'll keep chasing you. I've already lined one up—it'll pay well too and help reduce the stress."

Dayo rubbed his forehead. "Viv… you really think this will calm things down?"

He had never been in this kind of situation before. Back when he was just a producer, even though he was well-known, he never got this kind of stalker-like attention. Experiencing it now, he finally understood why some artists chose to stay indoors rather than step outside.

"Yes," Vivian said firmly. "One big, controlled interview, then we lock things down. After that, we control what gets out instead of letting them run wild. And let's be honest—your indoor lifestyle doesn't help either."

Dayo let out a slow breath. She was right. He'd been dodging, posting updates here and there, but never addressing the incident directly. It was time to face it head-on.

"Alright. Let's do it. But you have to be there."

"You know I will," Vivian replied. "And Wayne too. We'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

For the first time in days, Dayo felt like he could breathe again. Between the house move and Vivian's plan for the interview, maybe—just maybe—things would finally settle down.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling with a small smile. "Thanks, Viv. Really."

"Don't thank me yet. Wait until we're sitting in that new house of yours," she teased, before hanging up.

Dayo set the phone down, glancing at his family, who had been listening quietly.

"Looks like we're moving soon," Dayo said.

Janet's eyes widened, her voice bouncing with excitement. "Really? OMG—when? Are we really moving this time?"

Jeffrey leaned forward on the couch, his brows raised. "For real? We're actually moving?" He sounded half-disbelieving, half-anxious.

Dayo chuckled. "Yes, for real. Vivian already found a place."

Janet clapped her hands together, her voice rising. "Finally! Peace and quiet in the mornings."

"Says the person who benefited from this whole situation the most—I saw the spike in your followers, Janet." Dayo teased.

"Haha, you caught me!" She stuck out her tongue and ran off.

Jeffrey wasn't as quick to celebrate. He frowned, resting his chin on his palm. "But what about my friends? Moving means starting over again. I'll be the new kid all over."

"Ah, stop that," their mother cut in gently, her tone calm but firm. "You'll meet new friends there too. Besides, this place isn't safe anymore. You've seen it yourself."

Janet nudged his shoulder playfully. "Don't worry, Jeff. You'll survive. Who knows—maybe you'll even make cooler friends."

Jeffrey groaned but glanced at Dayo, who patted him lightly and whispered something only he could hear.

Jayden, who had been quiet, finally spoke, his voice steady. "Listen, kids. Sometimes change is necessary. This is one of those times. Trust me—it'll be worth it."

The whole family smiled. Excitement buzzed through the room. After all, who doesn't like something new?

The next morning, Vivian arrived early to take them to the viewing. Everyone piled into the van, chatter filling the ride. Even Jeffrey, who had complained the night before, couldn't hide his curiosity.

When they pulled up, the family went silent for a moment.

The house stood tall behind black iron gates, sitting on a quiet, tree-lined street. It wasn't a flashy mansion, but it had presence—modern brick walls, wide glass windows catching the morning sun, and a neat stretch of lawn out front.

Inside, it was even better.

The living room stretched wide with a high ceiling and soft cream-colored walls that made the whole place bright. The kitchen had polished marble counters and modern fittings—the kind their mother had always dreamed of. Upstairs, five bedrooms waited. One for everyone, plus a guest room.

Janet darted from one room to another, already claiming the one with the biggest window. "This is mine!" she shouted, spinning in circles.

Jeffrey peeked into his own room, trying to act unimpressed. "Hmm… not bad. Bigger than before." But the smile he tried to hide gave him away.

Their mother touched the kitchen counter slowly, her fingers brushing the smooth surface, her eyes soft. "This… this feels like home already."

Jayden walked through the master bedroom, the small balcony overlooking the street catching his eye. He turned back toward Dayo, pride written clearly in his expression.

Dayo stood still for a moment, taking it all in—the laughter of his siblings, the relief on his mother's face, the nod of approval from his father. It was worth every late night, every show, every fight to get here.

Vivian clapped her hands lightly. "So? What do you all think?"

Janet shouted before anyone else could. "We're moving in! Right now!"

Everyone laughed, and just like that, the decision was sealed.

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