He looked at me with so much adoration in his eyes that made my stomach do double flips and my heart just melted. "I will shield you from all the harm in this world. I will make sure everyone accepts the shade of your skin and your brunette hair. You will never ever feel like you don't belong here anymore. You deserve to be happy like every princess. And you will forever be happy. I promise you this. " The tears were swimming at the brim of my eyes gently cascaded down my face just as he finished his sentence. I trusted him. I knew he meant it. And for the first time in my life,I was glad I was married to this man.

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

~●~○~•~○~●~ "Are you guys serious right now" she asked as her eyes travelled from the two boys. "mstwww you guys don't know what you are saying" she hissed as she pushed through them. "well, if you think we are lying, ask him yourself" "micheal, MJ, your mallam musa is leaving" the boys ran on hearing that to catch the bus leaving Hawwa hanging. No. This can't be happening. Not to me. ~●~○~•~○~●~ Started - August 19, 2019 Ended - July 31, 2020 This book is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to anything in reality is a complete coincidence.

Being a king? That's power. Being a husband? That's love. Being a friend? That's trust. Muhammed Aleer, the sixth son of a king, thought he could outrun royalty-until he lost the love of his life just weeks after their wedding. Now, the fight for the throne is no longer something to ignore... it's personal. Muneera Al-Qasim, her father's treasured daughter, only dreamed of freedom beyond palace walls. But becoming a princess turned out to be a bigger prison than the one she escaped. Now, with enemies closing in and alliances crumbling, Muhammed and Muneera must put aside their differences or risk being erased from the game entirely. A story of six brothers battling for power, women, and glory- And they'll stop at nothing to win. A Hausa story. Entirely fictional. All events and characters are products of imagination.

"So you don't care if I spend the rest of my life jumping from one girl's bed to another?" he asked turning to me. I looked at him, feeling the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks but I swallowed them down. "Of course not, you mean a lot to me. You're like my brother. I would want to see you settle down with a girl when the time comes" "Brother... there's that word" he whispered bitterly. "What's wrong with the word?" "Is that all I'll ever be to you? A brother" he spat out the word like it was a disease. I shrugged. "Is it too bad that I actually want to be more Najma?" ************************** It's finally Summer and Najma Barde is more than happy to be back home, planning on having a peaceful holiday... cue in members of the Arewa Heartbreakers Association and a school enemy... this summer was going to be anything but peaceful.