At Texas Southern University, everyone knows Kyana Reed, Jordan Miles, and Amir Lawson. Kyana is the girl who does everything in student government and the community. Jordan, her longtime boyfriend, leads a major campus organization and always looks the part. Together, they are the couple everyone expects to last. But things are starting to fall apart. Jordan's priorities have changed, and Kyana realizes she has been carrying the relationship alone. Then Amir Lawson enters the picture. He is calm, grounded, and their professional connection turns into late-night conversations that make Kyana question what real love feels like. When Jordan's betrayal finally comes to light, Kyana must choose between keeping up the image everyone believes in or choosing her own peace, even if it hurts.

"Why are u looking at mi like that Imani" I look up at him through my thick lashes. He move towards me slowly while I step back until my back touch the cold wall. He place his two muscular hands on each side of the wall and his minty breath blow against my ears. "Because I want to Amanda u are mine and only mine even though I'm a Don of Mountain View and I do illegal business I will protect u if u let me" He run his long tongue against my ears making me shiver. °◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇° Amanda Anderson is a 21 year old University student who attend The University of the West Indies who work and study to help her self through school and her personal life. She had a rough path in life because after the death of her parents she is on her own trying to be strong. Imani Williams is a 23 year old Drug dealer who owns 2 night clubs and 5 business places in Jamaica and 2 in the United States. He knows nothing about love only thing he know is money and only money. {If you wanna know more let's read and please read at your own risk}

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦， 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽． ( book ii sequel ) ( read extravagant first it's rlly good)

"Why? You already broke my heart once.. I'd be a fool to let you do it again." "We not in college or kids anymore. It's different this time around." ★⁂✫彡 𝐀 𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂

@𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱𝘆

In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.