Sultanah Aliyu is sharp, fearless, and breathtakingly beautiful-a 19-year-old waitress trying to keep her family afloat. Her life is a constant struggle: a sick father, a troublesome mother, unpaid rent, and school fees for her two younger brothers. This job at a luxurious five-star restaurant is her lifeline, a chance to survive and provide for the people she loves. But one ordinary day turns everything upside down. In a fateful collision, Sultanah bumps into the restaurant's rare and mysterious visitor-Aziz Abubakar Goje, a 25-year-old business tycoon, owner of the empire she works under, and the very definition of arrogant, rude, and unforgiving. Orders spill, his expensive tailored suit is ruined, and a multi-million-dollar deal hangs by a thread. What starts as an apology quickly spirals into a battle of words as Sultanah refuses to bow, insulting him in return-a move that lights a fire of irritation and fury in Aziz. He promises to make her regret meeting him, but she laughs it off, unaware that his memory of their collision-and of her fearless gaze-won't let him rest. Days later, while Sultanah struggles with her crushing responsibilities, Aziz can't stop replaying their encounter, the defiance in her eyes haunting him more than he'd like to admit. Pride, anger, and stubbornness will clash as they navigate a battlefield of grudges, misunderstandings, and unspoken attraction. There is no love at first sight. Only hate... and the slow, inevitable pull that neither can ignore.

Umaiyrah Abdulmalik is soft like lavender-quiet, graceful, and content with living a simple life in Gwagwalada. Between supporting her family, planning events, and finding peace in routine, she has no room for the chaos of Abuja's elite world. Until the day she walks into a penthouse lounge in Maitama... and meets Zayd Yusuf Abubakar He smells of oud-rich, warm, and dangerously unforgettable. A multi-billionaire energy mogul with hazel eyes, a calm voice, and a presence that shifts the air around him. Zayd is the kind of man people whisper about powerful, quiet, and impossible to reach. But for reasons even he can't explain... he can't look away from the modest event planner who carries herself like she doesn't know her own beauty. Their worlds clash-soft and strong, lavender and oud. She wants simplicity. He lives in luxury. She plans events. He plans empires. Yet destiny weaves their paths together, drawing them into a slow-burning connection neither of them saw coming. In a city where status speaks louder than hearts, can a gentle girl from Gwagwalada and Abuja's quiet billionaire find a love that feels like home?

. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.

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Nadia Suleiman had everything planned-her wedding, her future, her life. Until the man she was meant to marry disappeared... and took her dreams with him. Humiliated. Heartbroken. And left to pick up the pieces, Nadia swore she would never let love make her weak again. But fate had other plans. Nasir Razeen Al-Zahrani-self-made billionaire, a man of power, silence, and control-doesn't believe in coincidences. When Nadia walks into his world, broken but unbowed, something about her pulls him in... dangerously. He doesn't chase women. He doesn't lose control. And he definitely doesn't fall. But for Nadia? He might just rewrite every rule he's ever lived by. Because some love stories aren't chosen... They're destined.

He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

Shege Pro Max Imara Ali Saif beautiful, spoiled, and fiercely stubborn lives life on her own terms. With wealthy parents who never say "no," she believes the world revolves around her. Work? Not her thing. Respect? Only for those who earn it and that's not many. Then comes Imran Zahradeen Yusuf the unapologetically rude, nonchalant mechanic with zero patience for entitled brats. He's rough around the edges, driven by pride, and could care less about Imara's flashy lifestyle. When fate decides to tie their worlds together in the most unexpected way marriage chaos becomes the order of the day. Two stubborn souls. Two fiery tempers. One marriage that feels more like a battlefield. Now, it's not love at first sight it's Shege Pro Max. They swear to make each other's lives miserable... but could this war of pride ignite something deeper?

They say a woman's success means nothing if she doesn't end up married. I used to laugh at that. Quietly. The kind of laughter that doesn't escape your lips, because you don't have time for arguments that go nowhere. My name is Ibtihal. I'm twenty-eight. I have two degrees, a corner office in Abuja, and enough money to make my own choices - or so I thought. But in a house where my mother prays more for my marriage than for my health, and my father treats every holiday like a matchmaking summit, my silence eventually became an agreement. Not because I was in love. Not even because I believed in the institution. But because I was tired. Tired of being the "too focused" one. The "still not married" one. The "career is not companionship" one. So I said yes. To a man I didn't know. A man who barely looked at me during the introduction. A man who, as I later found out, had someone else waiting for him - someone he actually loved. But he said yes too, because his uncle - the man who raised him after he lost his parents - asked him to. A year, we agreed. A year of pretending. No expectations. No intimacy. No emotional strings. Just two people performing tradition so the noise would stop. And I was fine with that. More than fine, actually. I didn't want love. I didn't want mess. I wanted space to breathe and be left alone. But then, something changed. It wasn't dramatic. There were no candlelit moments or sudden heartbeats. It was subtle - the way he started looking at me like I wasn't just a deal. The way my name sounded different coming from his lips. The way I began to notice his silence... and miss it when it wasn't there. I didn't mean to fall. And I don't think he meant to either. But here we are - trapped in a marriage neither of us wanted... now tangled in feelings neither of us planned for. And for the first time in my life, I'm not so sure I want to be left alone anymore.

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,

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.