It is a story riddled with whispers, old friendships, revenge mission, contract arranged marriage and an interesting plot twist.

Amiyah, a beautiful lady from a conglomerate family loses her parent to the cold hands of death. A tragic hit and run car accident! That too on her birthday...this leaves her with the feeling of guilt as she blamed herself for their death.

Her Uncle take advantage of this to be in total control of the family business.

She was treated like a nonentity for five years until she summoned courage to question their cruelty leaving their house to her newly built mansion where she lived with Ana, her best friend.

Once again in years she dreamt of the black rose.

After some time, She found out that her parent accident was actually not what she thought it was. She also found out the perpetrators so she was filled with rage and the thirst for revenge. 

She takes Liam her ex who had an affair with her cousin and got married to him to get back at them. A marriage with no feelings attached. But she doesn't stop there, she pledged to take what is her's.


Amiyah is as fragile as a flower yet fragile as a bomb. You can watch her blossom or watch her burn! 


Stay tuned as I make your day with my mind blowing plot twist...

Game of Blame

"Don't you remember almost tearing down this place yesterday?" he asked, jumping up from the bed. 


"I'm supposed to be at Lisa's. Why are you here? Where is she?" I looked around, confused, and saw the beautifully decorated room. Lisa had told me her place wasn't decorated yet. 


"You're in my house," he said, sitting back down on the bed. 


"How did I get here?" I asked, bewildered. 


"You literally barged in last night, dead drunk," he reminded me. 


"Is this not dorm 504?" I asked, wide-eyed. 


"Then why are you here?" I asked again. 


"Ahh, this is the guys' dorm. I'm so sorry. Don't think I'm weird. I didn't know. I swear," I apologized profusely. 


"You would have figured that out if you weren't drunk. What happened to you? You weren't the type to rely on alcohol. Did something happen?" he asked, concerned. 


"I'm so sorry for barging into your home. I'm really sorry, but why should I tell you what happened to me?" I replied defensively. 


The Beautiful Past