Todos los capítulos de After One Night : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Ella’s POV The music was so loud it was almost deafening. The club was packed with people we had never seen before, yet everyone danced as if they had known each other forever. I swayed my hips, laughing as we danced and enjoyed ourselves. After all, we deserved this—our bodies had worked hard to get us here. “Ella, did you notice the guy in the black suit staring at you? He’s been watching you ever since we got here,” Maya shouted over the music. I glanced in the direction she was talking about, then shrugged. “One of the many guys who can’t keep their eyes off us tonight,” I replied, and we burst into laughter. It was true. We looked amazing. The effort we put into our appearance tonight made the fun even better. “Mind joining me for a drink?” A deep baritone voice caught my attention. I turned around to see the most breathtaking man I had ever laid eyes on. He looked like a model straight off a magazine cover. OMG!!! I screamed internally. But I couldn’t just go off with a s

Ella’s POV “Stay right there, Fiona. Don’t come any closer.” Jordan’s voice was sharp with anger. Was this man serious? He had a girlfriend, yet he behaved that way with me yesterday. Not that I cared about this brat making all this noise, but I did feel sorry for her for loving a man like Jordan, a man who was clearly a cheat. The attraction I felt toward him just moments ago had turned into disgust instantly. Jordan walked toward the door. “What are you doing here, Fiona? And why are you causing a scene in my home?” I stood frozen, wanting nothing more than to disappear. I didn’t belong in this drama. Fiona’s voice was shrill with disbelief. “Your girlfriend comes to see you, and this is what you have to say to me, Jordan? You’ve never treated me this way before. Is it because of this lowlife maid?” She turned to me with a look of pure disdain, like I was nothing more than dirt beneath her feet. Maybe I was, compared to her. Jordan’s voice was ice-cold. “You don’t get to insul

Ella’s POV “Master, we’ve found who tried to kill Miss Ella,” John announced, and I saw Jordan’s face fuel with anger. I had never seen this look on him. He looked like he could kill anyone right now. “Okay, give me a minute. I’ll be with you,” Jordan responded, and with that, John left the room. I had to at least know who wanted me dead. Although I had an idea, I hoped it wasn’t the Baxter family. I knew they wanted me dead for the trouble I caused them. I really hoped it wasn’t them. “Ella, I know you have every right to know, but please, can you let me handle this for now? As soon as I’m certain about the suspect, I’ll inform you immediately, and you can decide whatever you want me to do with the person — and it’ll be done in an instant. I promise you,” Jordan said in a very soft tone. He was a gentle guy and a rough one as well when needed. But right now, he was the sweetest person ever. I nodded my head, giving permission for him to go ahead, and with that, he left the room,

Ella’s POV “Don’t stand there staring at me. Answer the damn question, Ella! Talk fast,” Jordan yelled at me. This was the first time since we met that he raised his voice like this. I didn’t know how to start explaining everything to him, but I had to. “Jordan, I promise you, it’s not what you think,” I tried to explain. But how did he even know about Jake? “Okay, since you want to know, I’m a criminal. Jake is the brother of the person I murdered,” I said, and I could see his body stiffen. “Ella, don’t play around with me. What do you mean you’re a murderer? I held your phone and a message came in from him saying you guys need to meet up, and you shouldn’t ignore him any further. Isn’t this the tone of an ex? Or maybe a present lover?” Jordan stated. Is that what he really thinks? That Jake is my lover or something? He’s absolutely wrong. “I know we’re not in a relationship yet, and I have no right to act the way I’m doing now, but you’re under my roof and I need to know. So t

Ella’s POV The gallery was a masterpiece in itself, with marble floors and towering glass walls. Warm golden lights shone over the well-crafted artworks. It was truly a sight to behold. Everything was perfect. Guests moved with so much elegance, some partly discussing the bidding later on and who would go home with the most priceless piece of art here. These folks were so wealthy—I felt out of place. Jordan had asked me to accompany him, and I couldn’t turn him down—not after seeing his perfect smile. He had told me to stop calling him master, and I honestly didn’t know how I’d stop. He may change toward me, and I’d have to go back to my job. At least then I’d be able to handle my heart properly. But what if I dive deeper and he doesn’t want me? We stood now, looking at The Eternal Whispers by Marcel Drevere, a renowned artist. It was an oil painting featuring blue and gold strokes, said to symbolize the fleeting nature of life—worth $6 million. That’s a lot of money, which could