Imagine your entire world flipping in an instant. Everyone you love-gone. Now you're left to face the pain of loss, the chaos of family drama, and the sting of betrayal from people you just started to trust. But what if the person who steps up... is someone you thought was long gone? : Wed 13 Dec 2023

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?

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.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Rahina is an eighteen year old girl who just finished her secondary school and was told she was going to get married to ahmad who is her cousin ahmad. Ahmad is a 27 year old guy who is nice and has a bubbly personality. He is an architect and his love life doesn't really have a history. What happens when he finds himself falling inlove with an eighteen year old girl and to add to that she is his cousin.

In the heart of Northern Nigeria, love grows where it was never planted.... When Amyra was told she'll marry a cousin she has never met, she agrees out of respect for her family's wishes, though she has little idea of the man waiting on the other side of the altar. Practical and deeply rooted in tradition, Amyra believes that love is a luxury-one her life does not require. Khalil, her mysterious cousin raised far away, feels the marriage as an unwanted obligation. Having built a life for himself with little attachment to family customs, he resents being pulled into a union with a woman he doesn't know. But, bound by the promise of family, he reluctantly agrees Join us as we set foot in a never ending love between this two opposite poles ~AMM

A NOVELLA- Noora never wanted to be married to Fawaz. At 23, she's been tied to him for three years, not out of love, but because her parents chose him for her. She complied with their wishes, but compliance doesn't equal happiness. Now, with Fawaz's baby growing inside her, Noora's resentment has only deepened. She hates the marriage, she hates Fawaz, and she's made sure he knows it. Fawaz, once determined to make it work has spent three years trying to break through her icy walls, and now, with a child on the way, he doesn't want to let their future slip away but with Noora's behaviour, he's not too sure he wants to keep on trying. A raw and emotional journey about unwanted obligations and the possibility of rebuilding something beautiful from the ruins. Can they heal what's already shattered, or will their actions tear them apart for good?

When Fardous agrees to an arranged marriage with Amir, her sister's former fiancé , she doesn't expect peace, let alone affection. What begins as a quiet act of duty quickly turns into an uneasy coexistence between two strangers bound by circumstance, pride, and unspoken pain. He's composed, reserved, and unreadable. She's gentle, stubborn, and still finding her footing in a marriage that was never meant for her. Between the silences, fleeting glances, and accidental touches, something fragile begins to form something neither of them planned for nor fully understands. But in a world where expectations are heavy and emotions are dangerous, love isn't a fairytale it's a slow unraveling. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't learning to love someone new, it's allowing yourself to be loved at all. "He said he'd respect her boundaries. She didn't realize how much that promise would cost them both." I guess you'd just have to read and see. THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.

nineteen-year-old Aydah has learned the art of disappearing, hiding her loneliness behind a practiced smile, her fear behind silence, and her pain behind obedience. At school, she plays the loyal friend in a fragile trio held together by jealousy and pretense. At home, she tiptoes through her family's polished chaos, But when she meets a boy who makes her feel seen for the first time, her fragile balance begins to crack. What begins as tenderness unravels into a cruel game of betrayal and humiliation, forcing Aydah to confront the cost of being invisible in a world that only notices when it's too late. Set against the glittering yet suffocating world of Abuja's upper class book traces a girl's journey from silence to selfhood, asking what it truly means to be seen, and what it costs to heal.