When the family discovers that Lindani is infertile, all eyes turn to his Older brother, Mabutho. Quiet, disciplined, and feared for his intensity, Mabutho becomes the centre of a shocking plan-one that demands he help his brother's wife conceive in order to "protect the family name" Caught between loyalty, pressure, and his own sense of morality, Mabutho faces an impossible decision. Will he obey his family's wishes, or will he defy them and risk being cast out? Tune in to find out.

"You're my hero, Superwoman," he said, his voice rough like gravel - like he wasn't used to saying anything soft. I smiled, his gaze steady as I tied the last strip of the bandage around his shoulder. "How come my superpowers don't work on you and me?" I asked, quietly, like it wasn't already eating me alive. He didn't flinch. "Maybe they don't work on people who already belong to you." His callused hand brushed my cheek. My chest ached. "Sukhala mama, ungowami wena." And the tears came. Because I'd asked him to fake love me. And now I didn't know where the lie ended and the truth began. He said "mama." inqondo yagoloza,intliziyo yavuma. (my brain said no, but my heart said yes) Ngewami Mamba is a force-an award-winning gynecologist, tech mogul, and humanitarian with a passport full of stamps and a bank account in pounds, not rands. She's the woman every man wants and every woman envies. But when her younger sister announces an unexpected engagement, Ngewami's perfectly curated world tilts off its axis. She was supposed to be first. The wife. The bride. The standard. Now, with the spotlight slipping and her ego bruised, Ngewami will stop at nothing to beat her sister to the altar-even if it means faking a relationship with the one kind of man she's always sworn off: A Zulu man. Sharp-tongued, emotionally armored, and unapologetically ambitious, Ngewami isn't looking for love-she's looking for a win. But love has a twisted sense of humor. And it just might be written in bold, bloody Zulu.

She snapped her head up, ready to give him a piece of her mind but instantly wished she hadn't when their eyes met. His eyes and skin were the colour of coffee beans and his big nose protruded from his face, enhancing his full lips and the neatly trimmed stubble, framing his strong jawline. She loved that he had a clean shaven head, already imaging it between her thighs. Colour stained her rounded cheeks as she banished the thought from her head. Whoa, Kgomotso! Get a grip! He truly was beautiful, like a work of art meant to be admired for a lifetime. He oozed sex appeal, effortlessly, and for the first time since Xola, Kgomotso was mesmerized by a man and this was most interesting because Xola never aroused her like this stranger. Yes, stranger, she needed to remember that because her thoughts were already going off course. She slowly shook her head, gathering her thoughts and returned her gaze on him. She hoped he was oblivious to the effect he had on her treacherous body. "If you weren't so busy on that thing, you would've noticed me, and none of this would've happened," she said, poking at his taut chest. Her fierceness stirred something in him, something he'd long thought was dead and would never resurrect. He found it sexy that she didn't back down even though it was obvious she found him attractive. He noticed the deep yearning, which glistened in her warm-toned eyes when she blushed. He could almost imagine what she was thinking and that stirred his erection to life. He wanted her, to feel her soft skin against his, kiss the furrow between her brows and make love to her. Love? No. You're getting way ahead of yourself, buddy. The thought shook him so bad he almost jumped out of his skin.

Too much of anything is never good for one person, and Nambitha and Muzi learn that the hard way. When an abuse survivor and a serial player come together in a marriage of convenience, they come up with all the toxic ways to handle their past traumas, and deal with their future problems. They tackle many obstacles like addictions and greed, but do they get the happy ending they want?

Can the broken branches of a family tree really be restored? Or is it better to just branch out and live your own life as a loner? Is there anything thicker than blood that can hold the family together?

BOOK 2 of His Royal Bride

A Zulu Royal Story about a young girl choosen for the throne.

Nomonde Gumede came to Joburg with a suitcase full of dreams and hope, with one goal in sight, get her degree and change her families situation. Life however doesnt go as planned for her, fifteen years later she has to return to the child and mother she left behind after serving a sentence for attempted murder. She's determined to prove her innocence and get justice for the fifteen years spent behind bars. But how will she fight against the war thats being brewed against her, from the people who were meant to love and protect her?

A family rooted in love, crime and passion. They face their enemies, they lose, they win, but through it all they do it together.

To choose between love and duty, which will come first?