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.

This has been the longest, most bothersome night I’ve endured in a while. I’ve been tossing and turning, checking the time over and over, hoping that morning will finally arrive and bring with it some sense of relief. Maybe then, I’ll feel better, or at least distracted. The unease gnawing at me refuses to let go.


As dawn breaks, I decide to stop wallowing in bed and head downstairs. I took a warm bath, then slipped on my pink sundress, the fabric soft against my skin, and make my way straight to the kitchen, desperate for a cup of coffee to jumpstart the day.


“Good morning, Liora,” comes a familiar voice from across the room. It’s Mrs. Bonita, our family chef, who has been with us for as long as I can remember.


“Morning, Mrs. Bonita. How have you been?” I ask, forcing a smile. She’s practically family, having been with us for decades. Her presence is comforting in its familiarity, though today even that doesn’t seem to ease the tightness in my chest.


Chapter 79 AN INDIRECT PRAISE FROM DAD!