All Chapters of After One Night : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jordan’s POV It’s been three months since I got out of the hospital, and nothing felt right or the same. I hadn’t heard from that maid, Ella, and that was a good thing. At least now she understood her place. The last time I warned her about messing with Fiona, she got really upset. She even had the nerve to yell back at me. I almost had her arrested for that disrespect, but there was something in her tone that night. She sounded hurt. I went back to Evergreen with my girlfriend, Fiona. Sometimes she felt familiar, and sometimes it was like I was living with a stranger. “Hey baby, I’ll be going out tonight with a couple of friends,” Fiona said as she put on her jewelry. I watched her from the bed. “What friends, Fiona? I know you don’t have friends, so where are you going, really?” I asked. “Come on, baby, don’t you know Lily? It’s her birthday. I can’t miss it,” she answered. Who the hell is Lily? I’d known Fiona since we were teenagers, and her only friend was me, so what she

Ella’s POV Two more months before my Andrea comes into this chaotic world. I sighed heavily, chopping onions for our lunch. The Baxter brothers, Jake and Jim, were back again, pressing for money I didn’t have. They had sworn to make me suffer for the death of their brother, Brandon, and they were keeping that promise. Jordan had gone back to Evergreen with Fiona, and we were living our separate lives peacefully. Besides, I think what we had was just a fairytale. Did I really believe I’d end up with someone like Jordan? I was so blinded by the affection he gave me that I couldn’t see who he really was. Amnesia or not, he should treat people better. A sharp pain in my hand snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked down and saw I had cut myself badly as Maya came rushing over. “Are you okay, girl? You need to be more careful with knives,” she scolded gently, helping me wash the blood off. “I’ll get the first aid kit. Don’t move,” she added, hurrying out of the kitchen. It was obvio

Ella’s POV I sat frozen, tears streaming down my face, my fingers clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white against the cold metal table. Taking a shaky breath, I leaned back in the chair, trying not to fall from how dizzy I felt—both from Jake’s words and the baby shifting inside me. His words echoed in my mind again and again. So he knew what his brother had done to me? All this time, they knew, and they pretended. That family is sick. My thoughts spun wildly. “There has to be a way to expose his lies,” I whispered to myself. But how? I didn’t even have the money to fight him off. I was pregnant by a man who couldn’t even remember putting a baby in me. And Maya, my only family, was struggling herself. How was I supposed to fight these people alone? Jake mentioned a witness. What witness? I needed to expose his lies if I ever wanted to leave this place, but it was his word against mine. Jordan had always protected me from them, but now, I was on my own. I sighed deeply, bowing

Jordan’s POV “Baby, I’m glad you finally got to meet Jake. Isn’t he wonderful?” Fiona said, placing a kiss on my cheek. Did this woman really think I was a fool? “Yeah, he’s a handful.” I teased, forcing a chuckle. I had to play it cool. If I wanted to find out more about this Jake, I needed to act like I suspected nothing. “Mr. Denver, it was really nice meeting you. I’ll send over some paperwork concerning my proposal, but I have to leave now. There’s some unfinished business I need to handle.” Jake said, tapping away at his phone. “I look forward to doing business with you. And Fiona, you look more beautiful every day. Your soon-to-be husband is one lucky guy.” He winked at her before standing and leaving. I stared at his retreating back until it vanished from sight, then turned to Fiona, who was now seated, fixing her makeup in a compact mirror. “Is everything okay? Do you need something?” I asked, pulling her attention back to me. “What do you mean, baby? Can’t I just co

Jordan’s POV I stood at the altar, five hundred pairs of eyes drilling into my skin, watching, judging. Most of them were friends of my mother and Auntie Maggie, people I barely knew. Who invites half the city to a wedding? And these people—what exactly were they attending? Did they even care if love was actually present here, or were they here for the spectacle? My mind drifted as Mom walked over, whispering in my ear that Fiona would arrive soon, before stepping back, leaving me alone with the weight of my thoughts. A few weeks back, I thought I saw a familiar figure in the crowd. For a split second, I was sure it was John, and I moved closer for a better look, but Fiona’s voice had pulled me back. When I turned again, the man was gone, vanished into thin air. I had asked Jerome to check, but he found nothing. Just like I expected. Fuck. Maybe I really was starting to lose my mind. Last night, instead of dreaming about the woman I was supposed to marry, I had a wet dream about