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 left, I remained frozen in my chair, staring blankly at my phone screen. The rejection email was still open, mocking me with every word. My fingers hovered over the screen, tempted to delete it, but a part of me couldn’t. It was as if holding on to it made the failure real, a part of my story that I couldn’t just erase.


I sighed, wiping the tears that streaked my cheeks, and tried to distract myself by sketching. The room was quiet except for the faint scratch of my pencil on paper, but my mind kept drifting back to the email. Rejection. Again. Why did it always feel like I was running uphill with weights tied to my ankles?


A sudden knock on the studio door startled me. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Becky’s cheerful voice filled the room.


“Liora! Guess what?” She bounded in, her grin as bright as the summer sun, holding a takeout bag that smelled suspiciously like tacos.


Chapter 127 GLIMMER OF AN IDEAS!