Sequel To Creased Affection. Book 2 Of The Creased Series .

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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On Hold!! 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.