Amira

"Why am I still crying?" I murmured to myself, trying to push away the emotions that lingered. It wasn't Leonard that caused these tears, but perhaps... Ronan. A sense of melancholy settled over me as I recalled the moment he proudly introduced his beautiful girlfriend.
Come on, Liora, he's not meant for you and can never be yours. He sees you strictly as a baby sister, nothing more.
Liora Faith Hearthstone was the only daughter among her brothers, and against all odds, she defied her family to marry Leonard, an upcoming businessman with humble beginnings. She concealed her true identity from him, secretly helping to grow Glitters & Co., her husband's company. Tragically, on their one-year anniversary, she discovered Leonard cheating with a woman who claimed to be a Hearthstone—a woman Liora had never heard of. Overcome with anger and disappointment, Liora went to the club to clear her head. There, she encountered Ronan, her older brothers' close friend, and realized that her childhood crush on him had never truly faded.
Ronan Wolf headed to the Club to meet his girlfriend, only to find she had mysteriously canceled. As fate would have it, his timing was impeccable; he arrived just in time to rescue Liora from the clutches of her soon-to-be ex-husband. Watching her, Ronan was struck by how she had blossomed into a stunning woman. Yet, an undeniable tension hung in the air—Liora was a forbidden temptation, the younger sister of his best friend.

Dumped My Cheating Ex, Returned As A Super Designer.

The soft hum of my pencil moving across the sketchpad filled the stillness of my studio. My office had become my sanctuary—a place where I could lose myself in my designs. Today was no different. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the sketches scattered across my desk. I was halfway through refining the lines of a gown when I heard a familiar voice break the peaceful silence.


"Hey, girl?" Becky’s voice echoed from the doorway, but there was something odd about her appearance. She was swathed in a scarf that covered most of her face, and a mask concealed her nose and mouth.


I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. "Becky, what’s with the whole disguise? You planning a heist or something?"


She strode in, pulling down her shades with a dramatic flourish. "You do not want to see my face, trust me," she warned, eyes wide beneath the scarf.


Curiosity piqued, I arched an eyebrow. "Why, what happened?"


Chapter 49 DOES HE ALSO HAVE CRUSH ON ME!