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Mira Adebayo has her life carefully mapped out—career-focused, emotionally guarded, and living thousands of miles from home. But when a routine airport pickup for a client turns into a chaotic twist of fate, she mistakenly picks up Noah, a charming stranger from her home country. Unbeknownst to both, one wrong encounter leads to the unraveling of everything Mira has worked for.

After a ruined project and an unexpected firing, Mira returns home heartbroken—only to cross paths with Noah again, this time on her own soil. With resentment bubbling and attraction refusing to fade, their accidental meeting evolves into a slow-burning war of emotions.

But when tragedy strikes and Mira is forced to confront her past, Noah becomes the only one who sees beyond her defenses. As secrets unravel and feelings deepen, they must choose between the walls they’ve built and the hearts they never planned to lose.

Enemies by chance. Lovers by fate. But can love bloom from a mistake that changed everything?

Unplanned Hearts

It had been a week since Mira opened her heart at the lakeside. A week of cautious laughter, late-night calls, and walking on emotional eggshells. Everything between her and Noah was delicate—new and raw like something just stitched together. But she couldn't deny it: she felt seen again. Heard. Wanted.

Noah had a way of calming her internal storms, even when the sky around them threatened to break open again.

But peace never lasted long in Mira's world.

That morning, as she browsed through sketches for her freelance comeback portfolio, a sharp knock startled her. Her mother peeked in.

"There's someone at the door. Says he's from Elan Corp."

That was her former company—the one that had so publicly fired her after the expo incident.

Her stomach twisted as she headed for the living room, where a sharply dressed woman and a bespectacled man waited. They introduced themselves as HR and PR representatives.

"Miss Daniels," the woman began crisply, "we'd like to offer a formal apology for the way your dismissal was handled."

"We've reviewed the footage and internal communications. It's become clear that the client miscommunication was not your fault. Your work has since gained attention online—and frankly, there's been considerable backlash over how we treated you."

The man beside her offered a sleek folder. "We'd like to reinstate your position. With a promotion. Head of International Design."

It was everything she once wanted. Everything she had worked toward.

She took the folder, fingers tightening around the edges. "I'll think about it," she said.

When they left, she sat in silence, mind racing.

Later, she met Noah at the café they'd claimed as their little haven. The air between them shifted the moment she told him.

"They want you back?" he said, brows raised.

He was silent for a long beat. Then, carefully, "How do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "Part of me wants to say yes. For everything I lost. For everything I deserve. But another part... is terrified. Of getting chewed up again. Of being used."

Noah reached across the table, curling his fingers around hers.

"You don't owe them anything, Mira. But if you go back… do it for you. Not for validation. Not for revenge. Just for the fire in you that's never gone out."

Tears welled again—but she blinked them back. "How did you become so good at saying the right things?"

He smiled, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Maybe because I spent years saying the wrong ones."

That night, as she lay awake, the decision haunted her.

But maybe—just maybe—this time, she could rewrite her ending. On her own terms. With her own strength.

And beside her, someone who didn't try to save her—but reminded her she could save herself.

Ties That Twist