Shege Pro Max Imara Ali Saif beautiful, spoiled, and fiercely stubborn lives life on her own terms. With wealthy parents who never say "no," she believes the world revolves around her. Work? Not her thing. Respect? Only for those who earn it and that's not many. Then comes Imran Zahradeen Yusuf the unapologetically rude, nonchalant mechanic with zero patience for entitled brats. He's rough around the edges, driven by pride, and could care less about Imara's flashy lifestyle. When fate decides to tie their worlds together in the most unexpected way marriage chaos becomes the order of the day. Two stubborn souls. Two fiery tempers. One marriage that feels more like a battlefield. Now, it's not love at first sight it's Shege Pro Max. They swear to make each other's lives miserable... but could this war of pride ignite something deeper?

Armani a 22 year old girl who has never experience happiness for as long she remembers is forced into an arranged marriage with Zaid Ismael AbdulRahman,a 26 year old billionaire with a cold and reserved personality,despite his cold nature,his striking figure makes it impossible to resist. WILL THIS MARRIAGE BE HER HAPPILY EVER AFTER OR WILL SHE FACE THE SAME TORMENT??

"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

"One day our dreams will come true, we will both be the people we have always wanted to be - happy and of course, blessed. Then, I will have my heart's one desire which is, coming back every day to see my bae on the couch with those hot legs crossed. I will kiss you and then we would talk about our day and what to do about our children's performances in school. Till then, sleep well my love." * * * Jumoke has always been in love with one guy, Kunle. Their love so strong they have spent the past few months of their lives building a life together while waiting for that big break, so that they can finally legalise their union and start a family together. When one gloomy evening her mother brings up the topic of getting married to Emeka, a stranger she has gotten accustomed to his unusual visits to her mother, she's torn between two things - her love for Kunle or a better life for her family. "A woman's mind is flexible, you will grow to love him." And so she picks Emeka, finally freeing her family from the shackles of poverty. Seven miserable years, two kids and another baby on its way later, she stumbles on Kunle, the guy she dumped for Emeka, now richer than ever. Stunned into silence, she expects that he wants nothing to do with her but instead, he offers her an olive branch - a hand of friendship. They start to hang out again and slowly the sparks which she thought long dead rouses within her, giving her life a new meaning. Stolen glances, phone calls, text messages, missing ring on Kunle's finger and she's certain the feelings are mutual, as they were seven years ago. She's in for a big surprise. Will they get a second chance at love? ___ Do not use any written material, character likeness from this story without express or written permission from the author. If you're found doing so, you will be reported and presented a DMCA. Legal and appropriate actions will be taken.

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.