He watches her sleep. On 12 monitors. And she has no idea. Mara is the Whitmores' nanny. She loves Lila and Leo like her own. She thinks the new security consultant is just cold, ex-military, and obsessed with cameras. She's wrong. About everything. He didn't take this job for the Whitmores. He took it for her. He's been watching her for 4 years. Since her sister was murdered. The police said it was random. It wasn't. Silas: Ex-military. Possessive. Dangerous. Her boss. Her protector. Her yandere. The men who killed her sister are back. And they think Lila knows something. Now the teddy bear in the kids' room is wearing a bulletproof vest. And Silas will burn the city down before he lets anyone touch his nanny - or the kids. Dark romance. Nanny x Security. Forced proximity. Obsession. Found family. Enemies to lovers.

NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! By twenty-two, Zainab Bello had perfected the art of disliking men without apology. Loudly, deliberately, and with enough reasons to justify it. Men talked too much when they knew too little. They took space like it was owed to them. They listened only when it suited them. And if there was one thing Zainab was certain of, it was this: any room that required her to shrink for a man was not a room she intended to stay in. So when the white Benz scratched her car and sped off without an apology that morning, she didn't see an accident. She saw proof. NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!!

"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.

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Copyright © 2023. All Rights Reserved. Amina Muhammad grew up in a sheltered environment, her parents catering to her every whim and desire. However, a significant change in her life's foundation compelled her to leave home. Determined to become self-reliant and make a living without assistance, she embarked on this new journey. On the other hand, Aahil Tafida, a renowned footballer, finds himself in the midst of the most challenging phase of his life. Seeking a break from the spotlight and an opportunity to recover, he unexpectedly becomes entangled with a spirited woman whose destiny intertwines with his own. Living alone in a foreign country proves to be a formidable task, particularly when accompanied by a series of amusing encounters. Will these two individuals ultimately experience a love story reminiscent of K-Love? By Ferdeausee.

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