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 return home felt lighter, as though Elena had left something buried in the olive grove—something heavy, something that had shadowed her for far too long.

Aidan kept glancing at her during the flight, catching the subtle shifts in her demeanor: the way she smiled softly at nothing, the way her fingers rested on the music box nestled in her purse. She wasn't the same woman who had landed in their country weeks ago. Neither was he.

They'd been torn apart by misunderstandings, stitched back together with moments of reluctant honesty. But now, something new wove between them—tender, tentative, and real.

By the time they arrived at her apartment, it was late. Rain pattered on the windows, a gentle hush that seemed to ask for stillness. Elena sat on the couch, unwrapping the cloth from the box again.

"It's strange," she murmured. "I spent so long thinking I didn't matter to him. That I was just an obligation. And now… I realize he was trying to give me space to become who I needed to be."

Aidan sat beside her, close but not too close. "You're not an obligation to anyone, Elena. Especially not to me."

She turned to look at him. "Then what am I?"

His eyes didn't waver. "You're the chaos I didn't see coming. The woman who stormed into my life with mistakes and misunderstandings… and made me want something I thought I couldn't have."

Elena's breath caught. "You mean that?"

Silence stretched between them—but it wasn't awkward. It was full of questions, possibilities, and things neither of them dared to say out loud just yet.

Then she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. "I'm scared," she whispered.

"So am I," he replied. "But if I'm falling, I'd rather do it with you."

Their lips met—slow, unhurried, as if savoring the moment they'd both denied for too long. There was no desperation, only clarity, and a strange kind of peace.

When they parted, Elena exhaled. "What happens now?"

Aidan gave a small, crooked smile. "Now we stop pretending this isn't real."

She nodded, her heart hammering. "Okay. But if you ever ruin another project of mine, I will bury you under paperwork."

He laughed. "Deal. But only if you stop picking up strange men from airports."

And as the rain continued to fall outside, Elena finally leaned into the warmth of something she hadn't dared believe in for a long time—love, unplanned but undeniable.

Unspoken, Understood