How Does 'Iqbal' Compare To Other Child Labor-Themed Books?

*They took everything from her and thought she'd bow down. But in a marriage of convenience with a mysterious librarian/Billionaire, Ava is about to reclaim her life, one shocking revelation at a time.* A forced marriage to a man she barely knows is the last thing Ava Patel wanted. But when her family leaves her no choice, she finds herself tied to Liam—a man whose gentle care makes her feel things she never expected. As his kindness and affection pull her in, Ava discovers that her husband is living under a false identity, concealing secrets that could shatter everything she believes. Why would a billionaire hide his true self? And what secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart just as Ava starts to fall?

A farm girl content with her life, Poppy Lane was not prepared for the changes that were about to happen to her. It all started when she met a man from the city, and she gave him her virginity. But he left her and never came back. An accident also occurred, which led her to work as a maid in the city. One of her employers turned out to be the man who had left her, and he had three other brothers. She will serve the Mavkos quadruplets, who all have an interest in her. At first, she couldn't believe it and rejected them. But they insisted that she choose one of them to like. They made an agreement that she would date one of them every week. Fearing for her job, she reluctantly agreed. Will this be the way for her to choose one of them? Or will things become even more complicated, and she might not choose anyone and just want to stay with all four of them?

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

The dangers of social media, rebellion and fake friends all come into play in this novel. Chinyere Awaziem is a rebellious teenager and the youngest daughter of ten children. One day, due to Chinyere's rebellion and ignorance, she ends up being abducted and a victim of human trafficking. After being bought by a wealthy old man, she finds herself in a house full of women who went through the same fate. Chinyere is forced into marriage and plots to escape from her buyer's home. But what happens when she finds out that being bought by them is not just a coincidence? What happens when she finds out that their families are linked in more than one way? COMPLETED!

16 year old Aisha, the only daughter of a well known religious Imam got into an incident that changed her life forever. It made her lost everything. Her family, honour and even her future. Now, Aisha is meant to convince the whole world about who she truly is.

After reuniting with my birth family, my wealthy biological father tossed me a black card and laid down one rule: I could spend as much as I wanted, but I was never to call him Dad—that title belonged only to his adoptive daughter. Clutching the black card, I cautiously bought myself a two-dollar-fifty ice cream cone. Just as I was happily licking the sweet ice cream, the adoptive daughter dropped to her knees before me. "Alice, are you mocking me because I can't even afford something that costs two-fifty in the future?" My brother immediately slapped me twice. "You have money now, but you can't split love. Natalie is my one and only sister!" Then my father splashed boiling water onto my face. "No disgraceful wretch deserves to be a Gervais." To punish me, they sent me off to Rimala, forced to work as a child laborer in the mines. Ten years later, I walked into a grand banquet hall with an ice cream in hand and came face-to-face with my brother, Ansel Gervais, dressed in a hand-tailored suit. "All these years and you're still a disgrace," he sneered, but I couldn't be bothered to argue. "Let go. My dad's waiting for me—and if I'm any later, the ice cream's going to melt." He looked down at me with contempt. "Dad? Who gave you permission to call him that? Natalie will forever be the only Gervais girl—no one can take that away from her!" I rolled my eyes. Who said I was talking about that cheap excuse for a father? I was talking about my adoptive father—the oil tycoon with an incurable sweet tooth. I was in a hurry to let him taste some ice cream.