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

The morning sun slipped through the pale curtains of Elena's small Rome apartment, dusting the walls in warm gold. In the hush between waking and remembering, Elena stirred, a content sigh slipping from her lips.

Then she felt it—the arm draped over her waist, the familiar heartbeat thudding steadily behind her.

She turned slowly to face him. His hair was a mess of dark curls, his lips slightly parted in sleep, and his brow relaxed in a way she'd never seen back in their early days of bickering and bruised egos.

She couldn't resist—she reached up and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

"Caught you staring," he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

"You caught me loving," she corrected, smiling.

He leaned in and pressed a lazy kiss to her forehead. "Best thing I've ever caught."

The comfort of waking up next to each other was still new, yet it felt like they'd been doing this forever. The silence wasn't awkward. It was sacred.

Eventually, hunger drove them from bed and into the kitchen. Aidan insisted on making breakfast. Elena insisted he didn't set the stove on fire.

They compromised with coffee and croissants from the bakery down the street.

"Do you ever think," she asked as they sat on the small balcony overlooking the quiet alley below, "about how we met?"

Aidan chuckled. "You mean when you kidnapped me from the airport?"

"I didn't kidnap you," she laughed. "You followed me. Like a lost puppy."

"A lost puppy who destroyed your project," he added with a smug grin. "Still the most romantic disaster ever."

She shook her head, biting into her croissant. "I hated you."

They both laughed—and then, he grew quiet.

"Elena," he said softly, "do you ever wonder if this…us…will last once the chaos fades?"

She looked at him—really looked—and said, "We've already survived chaos. Now it's time to see if we can survive the calm."

He nodded. "Then let's build something real in the quiet."

They sat for a long time after that. No fights, no grand gestures, no fear.

Just the steady hum of the city waking up below them and the knowledge that, for once, neither of them had to run.

Because the storm was behind them.

Quiet Mornings, Loud Hearts