Falah Nadeem lives for work, power, and the illusion of control. When a chance encounter with a wealthy client brings him into the orbit of Alya Khaldoun-the guarded only daughter of a formidable patriarch-his ego seizes on marriage as a trophy he cannot resist. But Alya, scarred by an uneasy past and unwilling to be bartered like property, refuses to surrender quietly. Between Khaldoun's iron will, Falah's dangerous pride, and Sultana's reckless intrusion into their lives, a fragile game of dominance and defiance begins. Each move threatens to shatter reputations, unearth secrets, and pull them deeper into a marriage neither wanted, but both are forced to navigate. A story of ambition, coercion, and the cost of defiance-where love is the last weapon either expected to wield.

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He was born a prince, but chose to be a healer. Jamal bin Rashid Al Maktoum, crown prince of Dubai, hides behind a stethoscope and a quiet life in Nigeria. Trained to rule, yet passionate about saving lives, he never imagined his most difficult case would also be the one that changes everything. She was raised in royalty, but lives in the dark. Maryam Noor Al Majali, daughter of royal bloodlines, has spent her life searching for answers her mother never dared to give. Behind her grace and smile lies a silent illness - and a past wrapped in secrets. What happens when destiny brings together two hearts... and one hidden truth? --- 🥈#2 Jordan 09/12/25 #9 Dubai 05/01/26 ©2025

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

In a family where tradition decides the future, marriage is not a choice but a duty. Young women are expected to choose a husband during college, within the boundaries of bloodlines and long standing customs, while personal desires are quietly set aside. Amrah has always been different. Known for her restlessness and refusal to fit neatly into expectations, she has no intention of marrying simply because time and tradition demand it. While her siblings step willingly into the family's courting ceremony, Amrah finds herself caught between obligation and a longing for freedom she cannot yet name. When an unexpected connection forms outside the rules of her family's world, Amrah is forced to confront a truth she has been avoiding: some choices cannot be delayed, and some traditions demand more than obedience, they demand sacrifice. When loyalty to family conflicts with loyalty to oneself, which is the greater betrayal?

"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

Book three in the forever series.

In a palace ruled by tradition, silence is obedience-and wives do not speak. At just 20 years old, Mazeedah Dan Musa, one of a set of triplets, is married to Sameer-the king of tomorrow. Not out of love, but through pressure from her late father's brother. She accepts the marriage and tells her mother and siblings she was not forced-that she chose it willingly. But in her heart, she knows the truth: she agreed so none of her siblings would have to take her place. When Mazeedah becomes the wife of the king of tomorrow, she is expected to bow, accept, and remain silent. To blend into walls of gold, power, and unchallenged tradition. But Mazeedah is not built for silence. She will not kneel. She will not beg. And she will not accept mistreatment. In a palace where no woman has ever said no- Mazeedah does. And she stands her ground. On the Other Side of the Throne Muhammad Sameer saraki, 33 years old, is a successful businessman and the king of tomorrow. A twin who lost his other half on the very day of their naming. He also lost his mother-and a younger brother who vanished without a trace. Loss shaped him early, leaving him and his younger sister Ameera to grow up without their twins. They are raised under the care of Fulani Maryam, their stepmother- a woman who treats them like her own... yet whose smiles hide stories untold. Sameer and his younger sister Ameera grew up believing their mother abandoned them-that she ran away, that she did not love them. That wound shaped their hearts, turning grief into resentment and silence into armor.

"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to nurse her bruised ego. she felt hurt at the blunt refusal he just displayed.she felt rejected and all alone . she saw no reason why they all kept playing with her mind and feelings. Jabbar would have laughed at her silly statement if not for the kind of person he is and the kind of personality he posses. all he knows how to do is prove he is perfect and deserves everything to be perfect. he's demanding. "that day has not been created and it will never be". he said and walked out with his guards behind him.his walking imitates order, his speech is final and his look is commanding. that's just how he is.always daring. stay tuned to find out how the love story of an arrogant prince and a common girl goes on when lies, secrets, deceit and evil lies ahead of them. don't allow to be gisted stay and read about this exciting love story on your own.

Book four in the forever series