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 vintage charm of Palmrost Resort was both soothing and unnerving. The wooden beams creaked under the soft glow of antique chandeliers, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. It was a place that demanded calm, but my nerves refused to settle.


I couldn’t go to her room just yet—not without a gesture that showed her how much I cared. Words alone wouldn’t be enough, not after everything I’d done.


I spotted a small flower shop tucked into a corner of the resort. The sign read “The Rosewood Nook,” its windows adorned with delicate arrangements. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the floral scent of roses and daisies.


“Can I help you?” asked the florist, an older woman with kind eyes.


“Yes,” I said, clearing my throat. “I’d like to send flowers to someone staying here. Something meaningful... but not too much. Just enough to say, ‘I’m sorry.’”


Chapter 163 MY HEART, NOT GESTURES!