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 air in Wolf Creed’s main branch was thick with tension as I shoved the glass doors open. My anger was a living, breathing thing, and every step I took toward Robin’s office felt like a countdown to an explosion.


The moment I barged in, he didn’t look up. He sat behind our father’s desk like it had always belonged to him, it's the audacity for me. He was casually tapping a pen against a file as if he hadn’t just siphoned another obscene amount from the company’s account.


“Robin,” I began, barely restraining the edge in my voice. “I don’t understand why funds keep vanishing from the company’s account without explanation. This isn’t just careless—it’s theft. And I want answers. Now.”


He finally looked up, his expression an irritating mix of boredom and disdain. “What I do with the company’s money,” he said slowly, enunciating every word as if I were a child, “is none of your business. Absolutely none of your business, Ronan.”


Chapter 134 SKELETONS OUT THE CLOSET!