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.

After Max dropped me off, he kindly insisted on accompanying me into the studio. His presence was reassuring, as if he sensed I could use some extra support today.


“Good morning, Ma’am. Good morning, Sir,” my staff greeted us warmly. A few of them had already arrived, bustling around with their usual morning tasks. Their smiles and cheerful hellos were small comforts, lifting my spirits just a little. I tried to smile back, keeping up the appearance of composure.


Just as I settled in and placed my bag on the desk, my phone beeped. I glanced down at the screen and saw an email notification. My heart skipped a beat. The subject line bore the name of the competition I'd just applied for: Runway fashion. With a flicker of excitement, I quickly opened the email, but as my eyes scanned the message, that initial spark of hope quickly faded.


Chapter 126 REJECTION!