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ryrytopia
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Daleba a toujours eu une mauvaise réputation mais son attitude changera-t-elle face à un homme qui la méprisait avant de la connaître ?
faatimjoli
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Aïna, 23 ans, voit sa vie basculer à l'arrivée d'un homme capable de mêler amour, obsession et danger mortel.
adetayo_first
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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.
BlackQueeen9
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- Parts 77
Soumaya ma fille, le fruit de notre amour.. ça aurait pu être beau. Mais qu'en est-il lorsqu'il s'agit d'un amour toxic et destructeur ?
La mère de ma fille, cette femme... ma pire ennemi et celle qui a donner naissance à la prunelle de mes yeux.
