Jayla Fatu

Dans un monde où le devoir familial et les ambitions personnelles s’entrelacent, Fatu, une brillante avocate, se trouve prise dans un tourbillon de choix déchirants. Elle est promise à Moussa, l’héritier d’une grande famille sénégalaise, dans une union dictée par la tradition et les intérêts politiques. Mais la vie de Fatu prend un tournant inattendu lorsqu'elle se retrouve impliquée dans la campagne présidentielle de Ibrahim, un jeune et charismatique homme politique, dont l’ambition et le charme bouleversent tout ce qu’elle avait prévu.

“Fine,” I heard myself say, the word tasting like rust. “You want an open marriage? We’ll do open.” A slow smile curved his mouth—victory, not warmth. “Good girl. Then I suppose you won’t mind if I reintroduce Kisha.” The camera panned. There she was, curled on what I now realized was our hotel suite couch, her legs tucked under a cashmere throw that used to be mine. She waved, manicured nails glinting, belly softly rounded under a silk camisole. My world tilted. I forced a smile that felt like glass. “So she’s your girlfriend?” Daniel’s hand settled possessively on that gentle swell. “Not just my girlfriend,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “The mother of my unborn child.” Jayla Carmichael smiles for the cameras as the perfect senator's wife while her world burns. But queens don't kneel. They conquer. Fueled by whiskey and wrath, Jayla ensnares Warren Christopher, a brooding billionaire CEO, after saving his empire in a bar-side twist of fate. Love was the first lie. Revenge is the foreplay, and the truth? it's coming for them all...naked, ruthless and dripping in karma. Will Jayla's vengeance destroy her soul or will warrens fire forge something eternal?. This book isn't just romance, it's war with benefits.

Jayla Jacobs is a high school student with average scores, she's the quiet kid and doesn't have any friends since everyone thinks of her as the freak of the school. Max Black is the new popular guy who is arrogant and selfish but little did they know that the popular boy is hiding a dark, mysterious secret that Jayla is determined to pierce his secret. "I know what you are thinking right now so don't even fucking go in there." He snapped coldly, just enough to make her scared. "Brother you shoul--" "Shut the fuck up! She's not your mate, is she?!" He snarled in his naked form, only wearing shorts to cover his private part. "She's human Max!" Giovanni yelled. "She's my fucking mate, mine!" He growled and jumped on Giovanni, punching him on his face, Giovanni couldn't defend himself since he's the Alpha.

Jade, Jasmine and Jayla are fraternal triplets and a billionaire heiresses who have always shared everything. But when they each fall for the same charming, middle-class man, their unbreakable bond is put to the ultimate test. As jealousy and rivalry take root, their sisterly love begins to fracture. But what they don’t know is that the man they’re fighting for isn’t who he claims to be. He’s playing them all spinning a web of lies, secrets, and dangerous manipulation. Will their sisterly love survive the ultimate betrayal? Or will this man’s deceit turn them against each other forever?

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.