LOGIN“Marry him or forget that you were ever part of this family” “So I’m just a pawn now?” “No zara,you are the price we pay for peace “ Zara Tunde had one dream: to model for the world’s biggest fashion houses and one day walk the runway in Paris. She was ready to chase that dream—until her father shattered everything with a single demand: marry Regan Kareem, the son of a man she despised, or lose everything, including her family. But Zara wasn’t going down without a fight. On one condition, she agreed: the marriage would last only one year. If love didn’t happen by the end of the year, they would walk away. No strings, no regrets. Regan Kareem, the enigmatic son of the powerful Chief Kareem, wasn’t looking for love either. He had his secrets—some dark, some dangerous. He saw the marriage as a means to an end, a way to fulfill family expectations and cover truths that could destroy his father’s empire. What started as cold tolerance slowly ignited into something neither expected. Beneath the mansion walls, deals were made, lies unraveled, and eyes watched from the shadows. When Zara begins to uncover a past linked to her own pain—the disappearance of her baby sister years ago—everything she thought she knew crumbles. In a world where loyalty is tested and betrayal hides behind perfect smiles, Zara must decide what matters more—revenge or love.u Because in this vow, someone’s not making it out unscathed.
View MoreThe first few nights at her parents’ house were the hardest. The mansion’s silence had been replaced by the faint creak of familiar walls, but the ache in Zara’s chest stayed the same. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Regan’s face — confused, hurt, angry. His voice still echoed in her head, the last word he’d said before she left: “Zara, please.”But she couldn’t go back. Not yet. Maybe not ever.Each night followed the same rhythm — she’d put the twins to bed, scroll through her phone until her thumb hurt, stare at Regan’s contact, and then lock the screen before temptation won. Sometimes she’d draft a message — “Are you okay?” or “Have you eaten?” — but she never pressed send. Instead, she’d bury her face in her pillow and cry quietly, trying not to wake her babies.Her mother noticed, of course. Mothers always do. So did Kemi, who slept over most nights to keep her company. They didn’t talk much about Regan; they didn’t have to. His absence filled the space around them.“Zar
The Kareem mansion felt unusually hollow without Zara’s laughter echoing through the halls. The once lively corridors—where the twins’ giggles filled the mornings and the scent of Zara’s favorite lavender candle lingered in the evenings—now felt like a grand, empty shell. Every sound, every creak in the marble floor, reminded Regan that she was gone.That night, he didn’t sleep. He lay awake on the edge of the bed they once shared, staring at the ceiling. The sheets still smelled faintly of her perfume, and her hairbrush lay untouched on the dresser. His chest tightened as he remembered the look on her face before she left—pain mixed with resolve. She hadn’t just walked away from him; she had walked away from everything.Morning came slowly, the pale light seeping through the curtains. Regan dragged himself up and changed into a crisp shirt, though his reflection in the mirror told the truth—he looked exhausted, his eyes sunken, his jaw tense.Downstairs, the clinking of fine china an
The drive to the Tunde residence was quiet, almost painfully so. The hum of the car engine was the only sound breaking through the heavy silence that hung between the three women. Zara sat in the backseat, cradling one of the twins against her chest, while Kemi gently rocked the other. Her eyes were red and swollen, her breath shaky. Each passing streetlight illuminated her face—tired, bruised by emotion, but determined.When the car finally turned into the familiar driveway of her parents’ home, Zara exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. The sprawling compound that once felt too quiet now felt like sanctuary. Home.Mrs. Tunde hurried out of the car first, her wrapper slightly loose, her face lined with worry. “Come down, my daughter,” she said softly, helping Zara step out. “You’re safe now.”Zara nodded faintly, clutching her sleeping child tighter. The front door creaked open as they entered, and the faint scent of lemon polish and her father’s favorite cologne wr
Zara burst out of the bedroom like a storm, her heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe. Her cheeks were wet, and her hands trembled as she held the railing, half-running, half-stumbling down the stairs.Kemi and Mrs. Tunde, who were still in the living room, shot up immediately.“Zara!” her mother cried, rushing to her. “What happened?”Zara could barely speak at first. She gasped for air, clutching her chest. “He—he didn’t agree with me,” she finally managed, her voice breaking. “He said if I expose his father, I’ll destroy everything they’ve built. Mummy, he’s going to tell Chief Kareem!”Kemi’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure?”Zara nodded frantically. “I saw it in his face, Kemi. He’s torn, but his loyalty to his father… it’s stronger than anything. I can’t stay here. I can’t let him warn Chief before we leave. Not with the babies.”Mrs. Tunde didn’t even hesitate. Her years of being a mother kicked in immediately. “Then we leave now,” she said, her tone firm and
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