Nyla Azim is loved as much as she is hated. She is outspoken, extroverted, and too deep in her own thoughts to care what other people think about her. But lately, things have been getting heavier and her heart is changing. She has started to care more and more about what others think and the reason is her faith. Ehsan Zubair has been let down by life too many times to trust easily. Or make friends. He has given up on everything he used to be, finding solace in his faith. But something seems to be missing in his life, a part that just feels empty. And he hopes to find the answer to where he can find fulfillment and a sense of belonging. When they run into each other one fine spring morning, a hatred so profound sparks in their hearts, it is hard to douse. The spark spreads until it burns everything. Will they be able to escape the fire that seems adamant to burn them? Or within the ruins of their lives, will they find the answers they have been looking for? Read to find out. Disclaimer: This book is a halal romance about a journey back to Allah so kindly be open-minded while reading it. If you have any concerns or queries, reach out to me privately or address them in the comment section politely. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book. Mwah<3 -Sarah

Prequel of Alex's life before Ace. Alex had become one of the most feared men in the country, but how did a normal kid wind up being the right hand man to the most dangerous mafia boss?. Cover design: noahshawswifey on instagram.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"You're a Romano, you're born to be brave, you have to be brave," he says, "there will always be an Abigail." "I know," I sniffle. TW: mature content, self harm, drug use, alcohol use, strong language, rape, sexual assault, abuse, violence, suicide