New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

In a city where chaos runs deep and power speaks louder than justice, Major General Damola Olowe-feared, revered, and known simply as the Commander-rules Lagos's criminal underworld with a soldier's discipline and ruthlessness. His word is law. His presence, a warning. Backed by elite troops and an iron code of honor, Damola is the last line of order in a state slowly tilting into anarchy. But when a high-stakes raid ends in betrayal, an ambush leaves him bloodied and alone, and five of his own men try to assassinate him in transit, everything shifts. He survives by sheer will-and the unexpected help of a 'frightened' stranger. Damola gives him one thing in return: a favor. A single, open-ended promise. Three years later, the stranger returns-not for money, not for power, but with a request that will dismantle everything Damola has built. He wants Damola to protect his quiet, delicate younger sister, Adunni, while he travels abroad. The Commander refuses-until the debt is called in. What begins as a reluctant favor becomes a war of shadows, as Damola finds himself caught between growing feelings for Adunni and suspicions he can't ignore. Because Adunni isn't just innocent. She's a pawn. A spy planted to bring him down. And behind her is a man with blood on his hands-and a plan that could end the Commander's reign for good. But Damola didn't rise to power by playing fair and he was ready to fight until the very end. He took them down before, he could do it again. He would. Obey the Commander-or be destroyed.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

They said the revolution ended with Ayah Kareem,they were wrong.Her son has returned. And this time, the war isn't in the streets... It's in the blood Jamal Aboubacar Alassane has the mind of a king and the blood of a killer. Cunning, charming, and deadlier than his father ever was, he is ready to rebuild the empire piece by piece. But when she returns the daughter of his parents sworn enemy his rise to power becomes entangled with forbidden desire and the sharp edge of revenge. In a world where loyalty is bought and love is fatal... How do you fight destiny when it's already written in blood?

He is the heir to the Emir's kngdom, rich, powerful, and handsome, eyes of all girls. She was a normal girl, beautiful , rich, but lived in her family's shell. Fate brings them together, and being the nice girl she was, accepted her fate, but he didn't. Faced with a living hell, in her hell hole people called a marriage , Young Humayra, puts up with the arrogant Prince Khaleefah. It was quite funny, she had every girls dream, but didn't find happiness. She had a curse in disguise, the curse of being Married to Prince Khaleefah. Will Humayra hold on to courage, and add color to the black and white life of Khaleefah, and live happily ever after, with an evil sister, un ending trouble, and a not helping husband.

In "Hayaa in His Eyes," Sheikh Yusuf stands as a pillar of wealth and wisdom, a prince respected for his teachings and business acumen. His life takes an unexpected turn when he falls for Manar, a spirited woman who embodies everything he's not supposed to desire. Their worlds clash, leading to a marriage that feels more like a transaction than a union. Manar is far from enamored with her new husband. She resists his charms and the expectations that come with being married to a man of his stature. Yet, Yusuf is determined. He pours his heart into winning her affection, navigating the delicate balance of faith and love. As he opens up to her about his beliefs, he hopes to bridge the gap between them. Will Manar find a way to see beyond her initial disdain? Can love blossom in the unlikeliest of circumstances? This tale explores the complexities of love, faith, and the transformative power of understanding.

Ten years... she was away from home for that long due to her illness. When Azeerah thinks she'll never be enough. Umar walks into her life like the gentle breeze she has always needed. Will she let him love her or will she like always think she is not good enough.

(she's leaning toward love & clarity) > Everything shifts when she meets *Raqeeb Uthman* - a calm, older business tycoon who doesn't push, doesn't lecture, and doesn't treat her like a child or a trophy. For the first time, Neelam feels seen. And slowly, she realizes peace isn't about running from marriage or rushing into it - it's about choosing herself first, and letting the right person walk beside her, not in front of her. > "My Peace" is a story about family pressure, self-worth, and finding love that feels like breathing, not drowning.

(AWAITING EDITS) Through heartbreak and betrayal, her heart learned to beat again!!

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.