Ten years ago, tragedy struck-and with it, a bond between two families was shattered. Khalid and Walida were left with nothing but bitterness, each blaming the other for wounds that never healed. Now, forced into a marriage neither of them desires, resentment is all they know. But when the past refuses to stay buried, will their hearts remain locked in anger... or will fate dare to write them a different ending? Will love find a place in their hearts or will their resentment keeps drifting them apart? Let's all find out together ✔️ ©Ummusalma Salisu. No plagiarism of this book!!

She had always been there-brilliant, beautiful, unstoppable. Yet he never truly saw her. Adil never wanted Nuwaira; he wanted the version he had invented-careless, familiar, easy to dismiss. When he says, "Coming from someone who has dated half of Abuja," it is said with certainty, not cruelty. When she replies, "You chased me while loving another woman. You don't get to judge me," it is without apology. Nuwaira is admired everywhere she goes-a celebrated fashion designer, charming, untouchable. Yet she never gave Adil more than polite greetings and distant small talk. At thirty-one, unmarried and unwavering, she carries the weight of expectations she never asked for-a life measured by timelines she refuses to obey. They are not meant to want each other. Not after assumptions, silence, and distance. But desire is persistent. And proximity is unforgiving. As judgment softens and restraint begins to fracture, Adil is forced to confront the woman he never truly saw-and the cost of realizing too late that she was always worth noticing. Yours, Nuwaira is a dark, slow-burn romance about misjudgment, cultural expectation, and a love that emerges quietly but inevitably-when seeing replaces assumption.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

"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

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

Cara snow is hired by the knox's to make their first son fall in love with her and for her to be in a relationship with the billionare superstar play boy. Angel Knox a famous billioniare celebrity who falls head over heels for the little business woman doesn't know she was hired to love him. Will angel find out. What happens when he finds out. ～～～～ ''Are you crazy Angel,let me go'' Cara yells glaring at the gorgeous man in front of her. Angel stares at her with the same madness and love as he always has, she did not even know how he was on the verge of going mad when she left him. ''I am Crazy Cara,I love you and you know it''Angel says and moves his hand to touch her only for Cara to smack it away. ''I already told you I don't,this was all a deal a deal for me.I was Hired to make you fall for me and to also show you love that was all''Cara says pushing back all her emotions as she glares at him. Angel appears to be broken by her words but he still looks at her with the same love and posessiveness. ''I don't care,I'll pay you,continue acting if you must but I cannot live without you baby and I know you know I love you so accet it or stay locked up with me forever'' Angel says and her face twists at his words. ～～～～～～～ ''What's your name''Cara asks him with a smile. She already does know his name but she knows she has to act oblivious. ''Angel''Angel replies with a dimpled smile. ''Who names their son Angel'' Cara asks with a frown. She had expected him to be offended but he just throws his head back in laughter.

"You don't have the right to decide who I get to be with" He roars glaring at her as he tries to control his breathing. "I was just trying to help" She replies her voice meek and steady. Being his assistant is one thing and being his friend is another so she decided it was best to act as a friend. "Help" He says the word like it's poison before making his way towards her and holds her arm in a tight grip pulling her close. "The only way you can help is if you love me" The moment the words escape her boss slash best friend's lips her eyes widen. "I-what are you saying" She whispers unable to wrap her head around his words. "I love you" The confession comes out thick and full of emotions as his voice turns deeper with each word. "I've always loved you, so much I was scared it would turn me mad and now it has". Working as the assistant of one of the most arrogant men the world has ever been graced with and also one of the wealthiest and most handsome. She often asks herself how she has managed to be in the presence of her boss without wacking him in the head. But it's simple, along with the boss and assistant relationship she also happens to be his friend "What are you doing" She breathes out frightened when she feels the warmth of his body just behind hers. He doesn't reply and instead deeps his head lower, his face dangerously close to her nape. "Your scent is driving me crazy baby" He hoarsly whispers his strong huge hands caging her between his body and the wall. "Stop it" She says trying to keep her voice steady. "Your bride might see"

Ruth a teenager who is bullied in school gets fed up. one day she stumbles upon a book titled 'Ruth' in the store of her school after a bully sends her there only to read out strange words. After that incident she wakes up to find transformation in her life and the whispers of a demon that makes her do it's bidding. The school is stunned, The bullies left gaping but will Ruth be able to control this demon. Not when it's the Ruth of all evil.... "who a..are you" Ruth stutters only to hear the familiar whispers in her head, her wrist where the tattooed ink is tingles and the voice chuckles. "Anima Gamella" it whispers, the feel of fingers tracing her skin has her breath catching.

"I don't want to marry you" I state starring into his eyes with a determined gaze. "You dont need to" He states his deep husky voice making me swoon. "I'll marry you" He finishes and I stare at him stunned. From the moment she saw him, she felt nothing but irritation. Even when they are set to get married in an arranged marriage set by one of the richest families in London. "You are my wife, MINE" He yells glaring at me while marching towards me.

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is