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 hadn't responded to the email yet.

It sat in her inbox like a blinking invitation to a new life—clean, promising, and terrifying. She stared at it long enough for her vision to blur, long enough to start second-guessing everything.

The city buzzed around her, its usual rhythm oddly comforting. Her footsteps took her past the café where she and Aidan had once argued over coffee, then laughed about it ten minutes later. She found herself near the bookstore he'd taken her to during their uneasy truce, where she caught him watching her more than reading.

Memories layered over the streets like fogged glass. They didn't hurt, not anymore. But they reminded her of something critical—how far she'd come. How far they'd come.

Aidan: Meet me at the rooftop. If you want.

Elena stared at the message. It didn't say why. It didn't try to convince her. It just left the door open.

The rooftop wasn't anything special—a quiet spot above his apartment where they used to escape the noise. Tonight, the wind was crisp, the city lights a scattered sea beneath them. He was already there, hands in pockets, eyes fixed on the skyline like he was trying to find answers in the glow.

He looked at her then, with an intensity that made her chest tighten. "I want you to listen. No interruptions. Just let me say this."

"I spent most of my life building walls. I used anger and pride like bricks. Then you came and knocked half of them down just by existing. I hated you for it at first. But now?" He paused, voice cracking. "Now I thank God every day for your stubborn heart."

"I don't care where you go or what job you take," he continued. "But I want to be part of your life. Even if it's from miles away. Even if we have to relearn each other through phone calls and weekend flights. I'm in—completely. I just need to know if you are too."

Elena closed the distance between them. "You make it sound easy."

"It won't be. But it'll be worth it."

She searched his face, found the truth there. Not perfect. Not polished. Just real.

"I haven't replied to the offer yet," she whispered.

"But I will. And when I do…" She took a deep breath. "I want you in it. All of it."

He stepped forward, brushing his hand down her cheek. "Then let's do this. No games. No running. Just us."

And under a sky that had seen their worst and their best, Elena kissed him—not out of fear or longing, but out of choice.

A Door Between Worlds