Ohwofasa_Emonena

Amara Igho has spent years building a quiet life abroad—structured, predictable, and far away from the chaos of her past. But when her cold, demanding boss assigns her to pick up a VIP client from the airport, one wrong name flips her life upside down.

Kian Adewale is charming, arrogant, and definitely not the man Amara was sent to retrieve. Yet he plays along—and she doesn’t realize the mistake until it’s too late. What begins as a simple error snowballs into a professional disaster when Kian unintentionally ruins her biggest project. Fired. Humiliated. Furious.

Back in Nigeria to mourn her father's sudden death, Amara is desperate to find stability. But fate isn't done with her yet—because Kian is there too. Older, even more infuriating, and now entangled in her personal world in ways she never imagined.

The past keeps pulling them apart. Their chemistry keeps pushing them closer.

As secrets unravel and old wounds resurface, Amara must confront the emotional walls she's built—and Kian must decide if love is worth fighting for, even when the odds are stacked against them.

Two broken souls. One unexpected connection.
Can unplanned hearts find a place to heal?

Unplanned Hearts

Elena woke to the soft hum of rain tapping against the windows, her skin still tingling from the warmth of Aidan's body beside her. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering when things had become so irrevocably tangled. Her heart wasn't hers anymore. It beat with the rhythm of his presence, even when she tried to deny it.

Aidan stirred next to her, one arm sliding over her waist instinctively. She stiffened, not from discomfort—but from the growing fear that what they had was too fragile to last.

"You're awake," he murmured against her shoulder, his voice rough from sleep.

Elena nodded. "Couldn't sleep much."

"Because of last night?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow.

She turned to face him. "Because I'm scared. Every time something good happens, something bad follows. It's like I'm cursed."

Aidan brushed a strand of hair from her face. "We're not cursed, Elena. We're just... learning. The hard way."

She let out a hollow laugh. "It feels like the only way we ever learn is by crashing and burning."

"You're not wrong." He smiled sadly. "But I'd rather crash and burn with you than feel nothing at all."

There was silence. A beat. Then the weight of reality returned.

"For the storm to pass. And when it does, we decide—together—what's worth rebuilding."

Later that day, Elena stepped into her temporary office at a small design firm that had taken her in when the gallery dismissed her. It wasn't glamorous, but it was honest work, and it gave her space to think.

That was until her phone rang, and her stomach flipped at the name on the screen.

Celia Harrington. Her former boss.

Elena answered with caution. "Hello?"

"Miss Reid," Celia's crisp voice sounded. "I've been following your recent headlines. Quite the mess you got yourself into."

Elena braced herself. "If you're calling to remind me why you fired me—"

"I'm calling because someone from Paris saw your last portfolio. They want to meet you. Today."

"I don't know what miracle you pulled, but they're serious. Come to my office at 3. Don't be late. And dress like someone who belongs in the room."

Elena stood frozen, heart pounding. She didn't know whether to scream or cry or run to Aidan and throw her arms around him.

But she did know this—her life was shifting again.

She grabbed her coat and bag and headed out into the rain. And for the first time in weeks, the storm didn't feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

Tangled Echoes