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 morning light streamed through the curtains, bright and unrelenting, dragging me out of a restless sleep. My head throbbed as if it bore the weight of last night's events, and my body felt unusually heavy. Today should have been a day of celebration, a moment to bask in the joy of my victory at the Eterna Atelier Fashion Competition. Yet, as I sat up in bed, the air around me felt suffocating, filled with an inexplicable sense of defeat.


I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented memories from last night, but nothing coherent surfaced. Instead, flashes of Ronan kneeling on one knee, his hands cradling Sophie’s, flooded my mind. The image hit me like a punch to the gut, my heart constricting with an ache I couldn’t shake.


I pushed the memory aside, swung my legs off the bed, and tried to stand, but my knees wobbled beneath me. A wave of nausea swept through me, leaving me breathless and weak.


Chapter 147 FATHER'S SCRUNITY!