Jade Dima has spent her entire life feeling like an outsider. Discovered as the long-lost daughter of one of Nigeria's most powerful families, she gained a surname, wealth, and a place in a world she never truly belonged to. While everyone else saw a fairy tale, Jade knew the truth. In the Dima family, love was conditional, loyalty was political, and every relationship came with a price. When a scandal threatens to destroy a century-old alliance between two billionaire dynasties, Jade makes a decision that changes her life forever. One minute she is a wedding guest. The next, she is the bride. Married to the notoriously private Robert George, heir to one of the largest business empires in the world, Jade finds herself trapped in an arrangement neither of them chose. Their union saves both families from public humiliation, but it also drags them into a ruthless game of inheritance, expectations, and family obligations that stretches far beyond either of them. Robert is everything Jade dislikes. Cold, distant, calculating, and married to his work. Jade is everything Robert never expected. Loud when she wants to be, stubborn when challenged, and far less willing to obey than either family anticipated. With powerful relatives watching their every move, old betrayals resurfacing, and the future of two dynasties resting on their shoulders, Jade and Robert must learn how to navigate a marriage built on duty rather than affection. But the more time they spend together, the more dangerous their arrangement becomes. Because somewhere between family expectations, public appearances, and private battles, they begin to forget one important thing. This marriage was never supposed to become real.

SYNOPSIS "...You wanted an extra pay somewhere to start up your saloon right? Well, I've got the perfect job for you. We have been looking for a Muslim woman to join for a while and you, my dear, have the perfect face, perfect body, walk, style, everything. It is the best offer!" he explained with so much vigor like someone who hit a jackpot but she watched him like he suddenly had two heads. "Sorry, mister but I am not that kind of woman!" she hissed. The audacity! ... When fashion meets elegance, something beautiful is destined to bloom. Being betrayed twice in a year by the people she trusted with everything, Zaira picked herself up and strived to start her beauty parlor that she dreamt of since childhood. She was traumatized by the thought of a relationship but what if despise her focus, her heart gets snatched when she least expected it? Add some fashion, design it with decency and sprinkle some love. 'No one can define me except Him, who designed me.' ZAIRA 🌟Hammad and Zaira 🌟Egypt/Nigeria ✨Fashion designer/ model

Davina was never supposed to matter. Not to a man like Seyi. The young king of Lagos Island built his empire on fear, loyalty, and blood-soaked promises. People bowed when he spoke. Enemies disappeared when he smiled. Then Davina stumbled into his life barefoot, furious, and carrying wounds she refused to show. She was chaos wrapped in stubborn pride. He should have walked away. Instead, he couldn't stop looking. He became the most dangerous one of all. What neither of them knows is that this isn't their first collision. Years ago, they belonged to the same story. Now old flames are stirring beneath the ashes. And when the truth finally burns its way to the surface, Lagos won't be the only thing set on fire.

Ameerah never planned to get married . She planned to dance,embarrass her sister during the speeches, and leave before the cake cutting. Instead, she's standing at the altar in her sister's place because the actual bride bolted a day before "I do." Her new husband? Muhammad Ayzan kumo Rich, annoyingly calm, and the human equivalent of "whatever." He didn't want her as a wife. He doesn't have feelings on her nor her sister Aisha. And he definitely didn't sign up for Ameerah's nonstop sarcasm and chaos. Ameerah kabir? She's not stressing. She's nonchalant, funny, and way too playful for her own good. If he wants to act like marriage is a business contract, she'll make it the most entertaining contract he's ever signed. Too bad neither of them counted on the slow burn, the banter, or the fact that "I don't care" becomes a lie real fast when you're married to the one person who actually sees through you. It's supposed to be fake. So why does it feel so real?

Some men don't ask. They take. It started in Benin. In a club. One look that undressed her. One conversation that ruined her. One number that became her favorite sin. And suddenly, Fejiro couldn't walk away. Anthony was 27, rich, intentional, and dangerous. He kissed like a promise and touched her like he owned every inch. Sweet where it mattered, filthy where it counted. He didn't ask for her heart - he took it. But then he came back. Her first crush. Her bestie. The boy who knew her before Lagos, before diamonds, before Anthony. Safe hands. Familiar smile. The one person who never made her heart race... until now. One man wrecks her in the best ways. The other reminds her who she was before she learned to burn. When old flames and real life crash in, Fejiro must choose: Hold on to the Lagos boy who owns her body and soul... Run back to the boy who owns her history and heart... Or lose herself before the love they gave her breaks her completely. The Love You Gave Me - because some men take your heart. Others never gave it back.

"You know, I'm feeling generous tonight, so I'll let you decide." He leaned in, his breath hot against my cheek. "Should I use my fingers, or would you rather feel this gun inside your pussy instead?" He smirked, enjoying the way my body tensed. "Which will it be, princess? A barrel full of bullets or my hand?" Tears burned my eyes spilling hot down my cheeks. My breath came in shuddering gasps as I shook my head frantically, silent, pleading. "A loaded gun is far more thrilling than mere hands, don't you think?" he drawled. The barrel hovered just above my navel, pressing lightly, a reminder I could lose my life any second. ★. ★ Adunni Agbaje never expected to spend valentine's day running for her dear life. What was supposed to be an harmless outing with friends turns into a nightmare when she catches the interest of a god in human form, Ruger, an untouchable ruthless cult leader who has shed countless blood to carve his ideology of power. To Ruger, Adunni is a puzzle, an obsession he never saw coming. She doesn't fit into his world of crime, cult wars and brutal power plays. Yet, she's the only thing he craves, and Ruger never lets go of what he wants. Obsession has no limits. Theirs is a taboo to the gods. ★. ★ 🩸🖤 Nigerian Dark Romance | Cult | Power | Possession 🩸 BLOOD AND BETRAYAL TRILOGY THE BLOOD DEBT The Blood Oath The Blood War 🩸 STANDALONES • 77 Bullets • ÀNÌNÌ • Blood and Steel

He leaned into me so our lips were inches apart, I stared wide eyed, unable to move my body but I leaned my head back creating a little bit of space between us. A smirk graced his lips as his eyes twinkled with unbridled mischief. "You'll definitely make for a good wife. Lucky me". He said and purposely leaned into me so much so his lips nearly grazed mine, I squeaked and shut my eyes in surprise but his forehead only pressed on mine. I opened my eyes slowly to meet his and I realized he was holding up a diamond studded ring. I looked back at him only to see him watching my reaction closely. "What is that for?", I hoped he didn't detect how shaky my voice had become because of our close proximity. "This is your engagement ring, my dear fiancée", he said and took a step back, burying one of his hands in his pocket and tilting his head. I just stared wide eyed at the ring in his right hand, it was all too real. "What?, You didn't expect me to kneel, now did you", he chuckled at his own words and took my hand, sliding the ring on it. •••• Trapped in a marriage of convenience by her father, Sifon must fight tooth and nail to come out unscathed but she'd damned before she lets him have the last laugh. Or will she succumb to her growing attraction for the man she desperately wants nothing to do with?. .... 18/08/21 ranked #1 in projectnigeria 21/05/22 ranked #2 in nigerian 25/03/25 ranked #1 in african *Slowly being edited* ~ ©_eberechi 2021

"Lana i want you to be on my wedding day, there's no excuse I don't want to hear it anymore. You graduated from med school a few months ago and i know you're running out of you excuses stocks" she said as i smile. "I'll be back sooner than you think, and i promise I'm going to be there Diana" i said while staring into my best friend's face on my laptop screen. "you promised okay, see you there bubz" She said as she hung up the video call. I called Gabriel's number then after a few rings he finally picked up, "Hey sis" "Hey, Are you busy?" "Not really, why?" "Can you keep it as a secret?" I asked him. "Of course" he said. "Prepare the jet for next week, I'm going back home" i said as i smile. ~ I was working in my office room until my secretary walked in with a big smile on her face, ugh she smiles a lot it annoyed me. "Sir Mr. Blake is here" she said. Blake was one of my bodyguards and he had been following me around since the past few years. "Let him in" i said. He walked in with his normal bodyguard suit and an earpiece on his ear, "Sir" he said. I ignored him while kept typing on my laptop to prepared a presentation for a meeting with a very important client, "She's back" Blake said and it made my head popped up to looked up at him. "After 6 damn years?" I asked him. "She's back in town sir" he informed me. "Agatha cancel all the meeting today" i said to my secretary that was standing on the door. "Got it sir" she said before walking away. "Blake, prepare my car" i said. "Got it sir" he said before turning around and left. Avalana, it's been 6 fucking years since you left me. And I'm here still waiting for you to come back as i promise you back then. I'm going to make you mine again.