Last book In the suleym and housewives series After a devastating heartbreak left Simisola shattered, she began to question the very existence of love. Years passed, but the pain still lingered, a constant ache in her heart. Despite her family's insistence that she move on, Simisola struggled to convince them that she had finally let go of the past. Determined to prove them wrong, she took a drastic step: she accepted a marriage proposal. Nabil, on the other hand, had his own share of heartache. Eight heartbreaks and four failed engagements had led him to believe that love wasn't part of his destiny. But when his grandparents, on their deathbeds, expressed their deepest desire to see him married before they passed, he gave his parents the green light to find him a bride. Two broken souls, from different walks of life, were brought together by fate. But what happens when their past comes knocking on their door? Will they build new walls to keep it out, or will they confront the ghosts of their past and work towards healing? Stay tuned for a gripping tale of love, hate, vengeance, and betrayal, set against the backdrop of wealth and power.

Book three in the housewives series Simisola grew up well-sheltered, with money never being a problem. She had it all, except for the use of her legs. As a no-nonsense, straightforward lady, she managed her dad's prestigious business with ease, intimidating most men. However, beneath her tough exterior, she had a soft spot, just like everyone else. She had her fantasies, but which man would dare to break down her walls and make the obdurate CEO feel like she needed to be loved? Noor, on the other hand, had only one wish: to have enough money to take care of his younger siblings. Having lost his parents at a young age, he was forced to become both parents to his siblings. He was a free-spirited young man who saw the goodness in everyone. He got a job at the biggest farmhouse in the state, not in his dream position, but the money was all that mattered to him. He was appointed as the driver to the mean CEO, with the sole job of driving her to work safely. Two different individuals, from two different worlds, were about to clash. Don't miss out on this story about love, pain, and loss. Follow up on the thrilling story,

BOOK TWO IN THE HOUSEWIVES SERIES Disquiet Ardor Her name is Lailarh. The girl who laughs like her ribs never caved in, Who spins joy from ashes Not because life's been kind, But because she mastered the art of smiling with a broken jaw. From the outside, she's sunlight But inside? She's a room where the curtains never part, Where memories hide under the bed like monsters too real to name. Touched too early Not with love, but with silence. Molested by shadows she couldn't outrun, Yet they called her "strong." As if survival was a medal, Not a scream trapped in her throat. Then came him The boy with everything, Except peace He wore swagger like armor, But he was drowning in powders and pills Chasing numb in alleyways lit by pain He never trusted love. Said it was a myth they sold in movies. But her laugh It made him believe for a second They met like wildfires Sparks Smoke Chaos that felt like home. But two broken mirrors can't reflect a full picture So they clashed Beautifully Disastrously She wanted healing He wanted escape She needed space to breathe. He needed something stronger than air. And yet Somewhere between the bruises and boundaries, The highs and goodbyes, There was... something. Not quite love Not quite ruin Just disquiet ardor. A kind of fire that doesn't warm But still burns real Her name is Lailarh And she's not your savior Not your victim Just a girl Trying to bloom With haunted roots.

Book one In the housewife series

One father. Four wives. Twelve children. A house full of hunger, rivalry, and secrets. Falmata must learn to survive where love is scarce and jealousy never sleeps.

Adeelah Rabi'u would do anything to live her life peacefully. Peace was worth every struggle and hassle. At twenty one, she had nothing interesting in her life but love for her father and longing for her dead mother. Growing up with her step mothers wasn't so bad because her father was always there. But then they say some things are too good to be true. She never believed it till when her father's secret went spilling on her wedding day. A wedding to remember, no, a canceled wedding to forever remember! Her life crashed, her biggest solid wall fell, and she's left to herself as she tried to heal from the series of heartbreaks she received about her family. Her father was the root of it all. Her father, her destruction. Her chauffeur, her rescuer! Too good to be true? He also had a story! And he wasn't who he appeared to be, when Adeelah found that, would there be heartbreaks too or would it rather be heartmends?

"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.

She never chose this marriage. He never wanted it. One drowns his nights in alcohol. The other clings to her faith, holding on when everything around her threatens to break. Living under the same roof becomes a battle of endurance, of pain and silence. But when fate delivers an unexpected turn, everything begins to change. Regret stirs. Hearts shift. And what began as suffering slowly transforms into something neither of them saw coming. WALIJA is a story of faith, love, and redemption - a journey from heartbreak to healing, proving that even the deepest wounds can bloom into mercy, forgiveness, and forever.

AOTH Sagir Bawa was once a man overflowing with love and tenderness until his first heartbreak shattered his soul in the cruellest way imaginable. That single event transformed him, filling his heart with bitterness and leaving him vowing never to love again. Relationships, marriage, and the thought of being with another woman became a distant, scorned memory. But fate rarely follows the plans we make. When his parents decide to force him into an arranged marriage, despite his vehement protests, Sagir finds himself standing on the precipice of a promise he made long ago. Will he bend to their will, or stay true to his vow to never love again? Then came her........ Hairana Sultan, whose stubbornness and fiery personality masked a life overshadowed by aching sorrow. She believed love was nothing but an illusion-a word spoken but never truly felt. And like Sagir, marriage had been forced upon her, though to Hairana, it seemed like the only way to grasp her freedom. But secrets have their own gravity, and Hairana's mother holds the weightiest one of all-one that could shake Hairana's world to its core. When Sagir and Hairana's paths collide, both tethered by destiny, their unyielding stubbornness threatens to combust. Neither believes in love; neither trusts the idea of happiness shared with another. Yet, can the heart remain untouched when fate is determined to intervene? As challenges arise, and life's trials test the strength of their resolve, will their hearts soften toward each other-or will their aching hearts remain impenetrable, refusing to bow to the whispers of love? ......... ☺️☺️☺️

Zulaiha Abdallah is a final-year medical student at Nile University, Abuja, living with a past the world refuses to let go. She once loved the wrong man-an abusive relationship kept hidden from everyone. One night, while trying to protect herself, he died. The court ruled it self-defence, but society passed its own judgement. Cleared by law, yet condemned by people, Zulaiha is forced to live with labels such as "A woman who lost her virginity before marriage" whispers, and the stigma of not fitting into society's idea of a "pure" woman. During a visit home for Eid in Kano, her life takes another turn when she is pushed into an arranged marriage meant to settle debts and repair damaged reputations-not to bring love or healing. Her soon-to-be husband, Umar Al Muqtadir, is a respected and successful man with a past as dark as hers. Years ago, an affair led to a child he never got to raise, his lover commited sucide, and a promise he made to never forget her and to find his child. Two broken souls. One forced marriage. Secrets buried deep. As the truth about the past begins to surface- What happens when Umar finds out his child was killed by his girlfriend- about death, guilt, and a child lost "Who was this girlfriend?" -Zulaiha must face the question that has followed her all her life: Is this marriage her punishment... or her only chance at survival?