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

Instead, she let the moment stretch across cities, across time zones, letting her love for Aidan evolve from something desperate and immediate… to something patient and enduring.

Back in Havenbrook, Aidan stood at the terminal gate. Florence was boarding. His suitcase felt heavier than the weight limit, but it was his heart that carried the true burden. He glanced back one last time, half-expecting her to be there.

In the months that followed, their lives unfolded like pages in separate books written by the same author. Elena started a design blog that took off. Her raw entries about failure, burnout, and rediscovering creativity resonated with thousands.

Aidan, meanwhile, painted in Florence with a fury the locals admired. His pieces sold. Galleries took notice. But even as he stood among critics and collectors, he thought of the girl who believed in him when no one else did.

They didn't talk every day anymore. Sometimes, a week passed. Then two.

But when they did speak, it was never awkward. Just… real.

One rainy evening, Elena received a package.

But this time she was smiling—face turned to a dawn-lit sky, eyes closed in contentment.

Just a note, written in Aidan's unmistakable scrawl:

"Almost, always. And maybe again."

Almost, Always