Martins is a charming, sharp-suited bodyguard with a past as dangerous as the bullets he dodges. Assigned to protect Zahara — the fiery and stunning daughter of a powerful business tycoon — he expects another spoiled client. But Zahara is far from fragile. She's clever, stubborn, and has a secret of her own.

What starts as a high-risk assignment turns into a whirlwind of car chases, undercover missions, explosive betrayals, and stolen glances. As danger closes in and shadows from Martins’ past resurface, the line between duty and desire begins to blur.

But falling for Zahara could be the deadliest mission of all.

True Heart of a Bodyguard is a thrilling blend of action, sarcasm, and slow-burning romance — where love is the most unexpected weapon of all.

The street was dim, lit only by flickering bulbs and the distant hum of passing cars. Martins faced the three men, his stance steady, eyes sharp.


"You should've stayed out of our business," the leader growled, cracking his knuckles.


"I don't do well with bullies," Martins replied, taking a step forward.


Without warning, the first attacker lunged. Martins sidestepped and countered with a quick elbow to the ribs. Another came from the side — Martins ducked, sweeping his leg out and knocking him to the ground.


But the third man was fast. He grabbed Martins from behind, locking his arms. The leader stepped forward, aiming a punch straight at Martins' face.


Martins headbutted the man behind him, breaking free just in time to dodge the punch and respond with a solid jab to the jaw. The thug stumbled, groaning.


Blood pumped in Martins' ears. He was outnumbered, but not outmatched.


Then — sirens. A police patrol turned into the street. The gang members scattered like rats, disappearing into alleyways.


Martins stood in the middle of the street, chest heaving. He knew this wasn't over. This gang wasn't just made up of street thugs — they were organized, and now they had a reason to come after him.


Sophia sat alone in her room, staring at her phone. She had a strange look in her eyes — not fear, but focus.


She picked up a small notebook and opened it, revealing notes, sketches, and something that looked like... intel?


She whispered to herself, "So that's who they're connected to."


She flipped to the next page — at the top was the name: Martins O.


She stared at it for a moment, conflicted.


"I didn't expect to care," she muttered. "But now I have to protect him."


Back in his neighborhood, Martins returned home quietly. Tunde was waiting for him, pacing the front yard.


"You good?" he asked, worry written all over his face.


"Yeah," Martins said, wiping a smear of blood from his lip. "But this isn't going away."


Tunde nodded. "Then we get ready. Whatever's coming… we face it together."


Chapter 3 - The Shadows Close In