The link on my bio to grab the complete book! Sabira Idris Turaki never imagined that after everything she and her husband endured, the years of struggle, pride, misunderstandings, and silent sacrifices, she would lose him just when love finally began to feel steady. It was love. But it came too late. Umar Faruq Bello's death was ruled an unfortunate encounter. A sealed report. A carefully arranged narrative crafted by those who understand that power protects power. Grief has barely settled when two men enter her life. Abubakar Sadiq Bello is the twin who was sent away as a boy for refusing to bend to Dada's authority. The son who learned early that defiance comes with exile. The brother who built himself into something formidable, strategic, and untouchable. If Faruq was warmth, Sadiq is fire. If Faruq was softness, Sadiq is the rock. Sadiq wants revenge for the only brother who stood by him when no one else did. Then there is Zaid. A man who wants the prize he has yet to win. Faruq's death did not satisfy him. It was far from over. A marriage of convenience brings Sabira together with Sadiq. What begins as strategy slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Proximity awakens emotions neither of them expected. Their journey unfolds in stages. Attraction, attachment, trust, love, worship. A return to faith. A rediscovery of themselves. Sadiq is morally grey. Calculated. A man who understands power and is not afraid to use it. Revenge tempts him. Control comforts him. Softness does not come naturally. Sabira, no longer the woman she once was, refuses to be conquered. She demands respect, sincerity, and growth. Between vengeance and vulnerability, political silence and family loyalty, dominance and surrender, they begin to change. Together, they learn how to lead and raise their family with intention, care, and love.

ɴɪɢᴇʀɪᴀɴ - ʟᴇʙᴀɴᴇsᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ .Sultana Hud-fierce, fearless, Lebanon's most unshakable journalist-now stands accused of killing the only man the world thought was her father. With every camera pointed at her and every finger accusing her, she never once bowed her head. Enter Ridwan El-Kabeer-a Nigerian lawyer with a cold heart, a sharp mind, and a last name that carries too much weight. He doesn't believe in love, only in duty. But when he sees Sultana, he sees a woman too proud to beg, too broken to be left behind. He offers her freedom in the most dangerous form-a marriage contract. From the flames of Beirut to the storms of Abuja, two strangers are bound by a lie and haunted by truths they've never spoken. His family hates her. Her past won't let go. Yet somewhere between courtrooms, headlines, and silent nights... something real begins to bloom. But love has never been safe-especially not when it's built on secrets. A sequel to Ninety Days Mrs. A contract that was supposed to save her. A love that might destroy them both.

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An Arabian Dark Romance, fighting for the throne of Misrah .

©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.