Todos os capítulos de One Night One Chance : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Ariana's POV “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I stammered, nearly crashing into a waiter holding a tray of drinks. My heels clicked against the white-tiled floor of Silver Foods Restaurant as I rushed toward the private booth at the back. Thirty minutes late. My stomach churned as I glanced at my wristwatch again. I was supposed to meet Daniel at 7:00 PM, and it was nearly 7:30. Why was I running? Well, as ridiculous as it sounds, I was desperate to meet my boyfriend of five years, who’d called me earlier with a tone so cold it sent chills down my spine. “Hey, love,” I’d greeted warmly when I picked up his call. “We need to talk. Meet me at the usual spot.” Before I could ask him what was wrong, he hung up. I had barely caught my breath when I spotted him sitting at our usual table. His broad shoulders were hunched, and he was staring at his phone, oblivious to the bustling restaurant around him. “Danny!” I called, plastering on a smile as I slid into the seat opposite him. “I’m so

Ariana's POV The pounding in my head was relentless, like a drumbeat echoing through my skull. My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately regretted it. The harsh morning light streaming through the curtains only made the pain worse. I groaned softly, pressing my palm against my forehead, hoping the discomfort would subside. Slowly, I turned my head, and then I froze. Where was I? There, beside me, was a man. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with each steady breath. He appeared to be in his early thirties. He has strong jawline with handsome features,so relaxed that he seemed completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. He was a stranger, someone I didn’t recognize, yet here I was , lying beside him in his bed. I blinked hard, trying to clear the fog in my mind. The events of the previous night flickered through my brain in fragmented flashes,hazy, distorted memories. I remembered him, but only in pieces.The stranger, the kiss. H

Damien's POV After a long day at the office, jumping from one meeting to another, I leaned back in my chair, my head pounding. The relentless ticking of the clock reminded me that my day wasn’t over yet. “Sir,” Alex said, stepping into the office, his tone as professional as ever. “You have dinner with your grandfather at 6 PM. Also, Miss Cindy is already there waiting for you.” I groaned inwardly, pinching the bridge of my nose. Of course, Cindy would be there. This wasn’t just dinner. It was another setup, another attempt by my grandfather to shove his plans for my life down my throat. I glanced at the clock. It was already 5:30 PM. There was no avoiding it now. I had to confront him and make it clear to both him and Cindy that I wasn’t playing along with this charade anymore. “Let’s go,” I told Alex, standing and grabbing my jacket. The drive to the villa was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It raced with thoughts of the argument I knew was coming. By the time we pulled up to

Ariana's POV I glanced at the time, 5:30 PM. The room that had been my refuge, my prison, and the witness to countless tears now felt unbearably small. My suitcases were packed, stuffed with everything I could carry. Clothes, memories, and a silent hope that this decision wouldn’t backfire. Julie had called me twice already, eager for updates. "Girl, you’re about to live every woman’s dream!" she had squealed earlier. "Rich husband, luxury, and no love drama? Take it!" I wished I shared her enthusiasm. Just as the clock hit 6 PM, a firm knock echoed through my tiny apartment. My heart skipped. That was fast. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door and pulled it open. A tall man in a black suit stood there, his face unreadable. He had sharp features, neatly styled dark hair, and an air of efficiency that screamed "no nonsense." “Hi,” I greeted with a polite smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Miss,” he responded, his voice clipped and businesslike. “Boss sent me to pick

Ariana’s POV The slap came so fast I barely saw it coming. A sharp sting spread across my cheek, shocking me into silence. For a second, I just stood there, frozen, my heart pounding in my ears. The entire coffee shop went silent. Conversations halted, cups paused mid-air, eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before them. "What the hell?" I hissed, my fingers brushing over my stinging skin. I turned to face the woman who’d just slapped me. Before me stood a woman who looked like she had walked straight out of a high-end fashion magazine. Flawless makeup, a designer dress, and her handbag hanging from her arm like a trophy with a superiority complex so thick I could choke on it. She crossed her arms, her lips curling in disdain. "How dare you!! Watch where you’re going next time, you poor, clumsy bitch," she spat, her voice sharp and venomous. I blinked, my shock quickly morphing into rage. Did she just...? I blinked again, still trying to process what had just happened. "