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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

Noah stood in the quiet of his apartment, Mira's message glowing on his phone. Just one sentence, but it had cracked something open inside him—hope.

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to process everything they'd been through in the past few weeks. The lies, the anger, the hurt. But also the connection. The way she'd looked at him when she thought he wasn't watching. The vulnerability in her voice when she spoke about her father. The way her presence had slowly woven into the fabric of his everyday.

> Want to meet me at the gallery tonight? I have something to show you.

The art gallery was dimly lit, the smell of fresh paint lingering. It had been closed for renovations, but Noah still had the key—his mother had run it once, years before she passed.

Mira stepped in cautiously, the clack of her heels echoing on the marble floor. The space was quiet, filled with unfinished works, empty canvases, and emotion that clung to the walls.

Noah emerged from the back, wiping his hands on a rag, his shirt streaked with charcoal and paint. "Hey," he said, offering a half-smile.

"What is this place?" she asked softly, walking toward him.

"My mother's gallery," he replied. "I've been restoring it in secret. It's... the only place that still feels like her."

Mira looked around, her eyes falling on a large canvas draped with cloth. "And you wanted to show me something?"

Noah hesitated, then nodded. He walked over to the canvas and slowly pulled the cloth away.

Mira, caught in a moment of quiet—looking down, thoughtful, her hair pulled back, her eyes shadowed with unspoken words. It wasn't perfect, but it was raw and real. Honest.

She took a step back, her breath catching. "You painted me?"

"I've been painting you since the day we argued in that boardroom," Noah admitted. "I couldn't stop. Even when I was furious with you. Even when you hated me. I was still... trying to understand you."

Mira looked at him, her heart pounding. "You don't even really know me."

"I'm trying," he said. "And I don't want to stop."

Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch the edge of the canvas, but she didn't. Instead, she turned to face him. "What are we doing, Noah? Is this real, or are we just... lost people trying to fill a void?"

"I don't have all the answers," he said. "But I know I see you. Not just the perfect, polished version you show the world—but the messy, stubborn, brilliant one. And I want more of her."

Mira swallowed hard, the storm inside her finally quieting. "Then stop standing across the room and come here."

Noah didn't hesitate. He closed the distance, wrapped her in his arms, and for a moment, everything else faded—the grief, the chaos, the confusion.

Unraveling Walls