Book four in the forever series

Book five in the forever series

Fatima never imagined her life would change overnight. One moment, she was a university student with dreams, laughter, and freedom... The next, she was told she was already married. To a man she barely remembers. A man who didn't choose her either. Muhammad Hassan is everything she is not-calm, distant, and controlled. While Fatima is expressive, emotional, and full of life. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. Will they learn to understand each other... or remain trapped in a love written in silence?

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

*******Nigerian Yoruba themed novel******* Meet the family of a rich man Wale Bello with his daughters and thier complicated lives. ------ Were the Bello sisters We fight We love We care And most importantly....We need a husband!!!!! ----------- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone is enjoying the meal and I bet father was more than happy to see us because he maintained a smiley face. I could smell family love in the air as we all just ate, talked and laughed. "So, anyone found a husband?" Mom suddenly asks and everywhere becomes as quiet as a grave yard. She chuckled and said again, "Maybe I went too far, Any boyfriends or does anyone have an engagement ring that their hidding??" Grinning at each and every one of us. And again.... Silence. I knew this was going to happen. "Awọn ọmọbinrin Bello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She yells on top of her lungs (Bello daughters!!!!!!!!) I think my Eba has hooked in my throat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join the amazing and drama filled life with the Bello sisters, coupled with mothers trouble and their Prince charming. P.S: It's addictive😉 Filled with family drama and comedy! If you enter the house of mamma Bello...Will you come out alive?????? --- I'm so not into this description thingie so just get reading folks!! *************************************

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Through heartbreak and betrayal, her heart learned to beat again!!

Shege Pro Max Imara Ali Saif beautiful, spoiled, and fiercely stubborn lives life on her own terms. With wealthy parents who never say "no," she believes the world revolves around her. Work? Not her thing. Respect? Only for those who earn it and that's not many. Then comes Imran Zahradeen Yusuf the unapologetically rude, nonchalant mechanic with zero patience for entitled brats. He's rough around the edges, driven by pride, and could care less about Imara's flashy lifestyle. When fate decides to tie their worlds together in the most unexpected way marriage chaos becomes the order of the day. Two stubborn souls. Two fiery tempers. One marriage that feels more like a battlefield. Now, it's not love at first sight it's Shege Pro Max. They swear to make each other's lives miserable... but could this war of pride ignite something deeper?

Two souls who once met in laughter now face each other in silence. Can the light she once brought into his world guide them both out of the shadows? Or will their past be the reason they can't find their way back to love? 11/25