Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

Laylah Dahiru Galadima believes the world is hers for the taking. Spoilt, arrogant, and unapologetically reckless, she walks through life with the belief that money can fix anything. AbdulJawwad Bukar Sherrif is her complete opposite-a calm and collected man who has known the taste of agony. A week before his wedding, he lost his fiancée due to his stepbrother's recklessness, a tragedy that plunged him into a nearly fatal illness. Now, he's back, broken but set to rebuild his life. When Laylah's path crosses with Jawwad's, it's a clash of fire and ice. The more they meet, the more they despise each other. For Laylah, Jawwad is the one man who doesn't bow to her whims. And she hates the way his thoughts always crawl into her mind! For Jawwad, Laylah is a painful reminder of everything he hates: arrogance, cruelty, and a sense of entitlement. But as much as they fight, a twisted attraction simmers beneath the surface. Laylah starts to see something in Jawwad she didn't expect. And just as she begins to fall for him, his hatred for her reaches new heights. In a world where emotions are as unpredictable as the next storm, Laylah and Jawwad find themselves in a dangerous game of love, betrayal and hate. What happens when the one person you can't stand becomes the one person you can't live without? Yet, stubborn enough to never admit that?

'I hate you!' She said, her eyes a shade of blood due to the hatred she had for him and the sting of his belt on her body. 'I know. And you'd be married to me by Friday. So, get ready to break into the bits and pieces your body could ever form!' Hidayah Abubakar Rimi, a lady basking in the glory of beauty and love. Or so she thought, for the love part, of course. She had hated him for being like a steel bridge between her and Adam, the absolute love of her life. Why won't her mother or her egoistic soldier cousin, in the name of Ahmad Abdulkarim Muhammad, understand that she loved Adam and will do whatever the hell it was that he wanted. He just had to say it. Party? It's a yes. Clubbing? Of course she's in! Or was it to be laid by him? A whistle would do to have her running to him. She didn't care whether it was a sin, a taboo or that it will get her a beating from a soldier hated by her! But what she had never seen coming was a consequence she knew would break her; heart, body and soul. Being married to Ahmad was a curse and her family were hellbent on seeing her broken self. Will she break and mend? If Ahmad broke her, which he will, will she ever have the strings to weave her broken pieces to a whole piece? Or...will someone be willing to mend her? Not him, certainly.

Copyright ©️ 2025. All rights reserved In a tale of love, deception and resilience unfold. ECHOES OF THE HEART ❤️is a heart wrenching and thought provoking story that delves into the darker aspects of marriage and the transformation power of true love.Meet Amra a sweet, beautiful, lively and ambitious young lady who married her so -called soulmate Rayyan in a whirlwind of love,but beneath Rayyan's charming farcade is a monster who subjects her to brutal physical, and emotional abuse. Amra's world crumbles as she gets divorced, with a broken spirit, she later got married to Bilal. Will Amra find the courage to overcome her traumatic past?. Or will she allow the scars and shadows of her previous marriage forever define her? Dive into the world of ECHOES OF THE HEART and discover a powerful tale of survival, love and redemption that will leave you breathless and inspired.

"It was supposed to be a contract.... But contracts don't set hearts on fire." Nora Hadid's life has always been shadowed by one thing-her deep resentment toward her mother. No one knows the full story, and Nora isn't about to tell. All she knows is that the past has left scars she can't shake. Ayman comes from a world completely different from hers-wealth, rules, and traditions that have shaped him into someone who follows duty over desire. But behind the polished surface, he's trapped under the weight of family expectations he never wanted. When an unexpected twist of fate throws them together, a single contract and one signature bind them to each other in ways neither could have imagined. What starts as an arrangement quickly becomes a tangled web of unspoken truths, dangerous secrets, and emotions they can't explain. As they navigate a path filled with hidden motives, family drama, and a growing attraction they can't ignore, one question looms over them-will this forced alliance be the key to breaking free from the lives they never chose, or will it pull them even deeper into a mess they can't escape? In a world where trust is fragile and nothing is as it seems, Nora and Ayman are about to learn that sometimes, the answers we're searching for hide in the most unlikely places... and with the most unexpected people.

What a life we live! One minute things are okay, and the next everything spirals into a web, leaving you to wonder where it all went haywire. The truth about life is, no matter how vivid an explanation is given about a certain object, you would never understand until it has happened to you. Amina had a lot to worry about from a tender age, teenage pregnancy in the North! Where would she put her head? A child out of wedlock! How did she end up in this situation? She had everything and everything slipped right out of her hands, leaving her to wonder where it had all gone wrong.

Copyright 2026 ©️ All Rights Reserved. Ruqayya Anna Balarabe is a name Nigeria knows by heart. An award-winning actress, a constant face on billboards and screens, admired, envied and wrapped in controversy. Justice Arabi Dikko lives by order, restraint, and rules. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and untouchable in the courtroom, his name alone commands respect. He is everything discipline demands-and everything scandal despises. When a case that was never meant to reach his desk lands before him, Arabi expects routine. What he doesn't expect is her. The nation's most controversial star. The woman who represents everything he stands against. The verdict should have been the end. Instead, it becomes the beginning. Because some encounters don't fade with a gavel strike. 
Some stories don't end in court. 
And some feelings feel dangerously... like love. By Ferdeausee_.

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

"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

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?