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

Ariana’s POVI had just finished my bath and walked downstairs. As I stepped into the living room, I glanced around, expecting to see Damien, maybe reading his journal or watering the flowers like he usually did. But he wasn’t there. The house felt empty, and I wondered where he could be.I moved toward the flowers by the window, the ones Damien always took care of. Bending down, I inhaled their fresh scent, a small smile forming on my lips. I could almost picture him standing here, watering them with that serious look on his face.Realizing what I was doing, I quickly straightened up and shook my head. What am I even thinking?I walked to the dining area, my eyes landing on the empty table. A sigh escaped my lips."God, I really miss you, Martha," I muttered. If she were here, she would’ve made breakfast by now.My phone beeped in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the screen.An alert from yesterday's design sale.My eyes widened, and excitement bubbled up inside me. I jumped up

Ariana's POVI opened my eyes, disoriented. Where was I? My head pounded as I tried to move, only to realize I was tied to a chair. Panic surged through me as I glanced around the dimly lit space—an abandoned factory. I struggled against the ropes, but they wouldn’t budge.Then, a voice cut through the silence."Stop struggling, Ariana. Don’t make things harder for yourself, darling," the voice taunted, stepping closer.I froze. My breath hitched as my eyes met his. My father. The sight of him sent a wave of anger and fear crashing over me."What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with both fury and desperation."Oh, Ariana, darling, are you crying?" He smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. He leaned in, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear."Don’t cry. This won’t take long," he murmured, lifting my chin with his hand."Let go of me!" I spat, sinking my teeth into his skin.He recoiled, hissing in pain. Then, with a flash of an

Ariana’s POV "Those bastards!" Julie cursed after the guards dragged us out of the waiting room. Her eyes were filled with anger and worry. "Ari, you need medical attention too. Will you stop being stubborn and get yourself treated? Please, we'll figure the rest out later I promise." she pleaded, her voice shaking. "No! I'm not going anywhere," I cried, my body trembling. Tears streamed down my face as guilt crashed over me. "This is all my fault. I'm so stupid, so stupid!" I hit myself, frustration and despair mixing into one overwhelming emotion. "No, Ari! This is not your fault. Stop hitting yourself, please," Julie rushed forward, grabbing my wrists to stop me. "I put him in danger," I sobbed. "It's my fault!" My chest ached as the words left my mouth. "I have to go in. I need to know if Damien will be okay!" I tried to push past her, desperate to reach the surgery waiting room. "Ariana, no! Come back! Don't do this!" Julie grabbed my arm, trying to hold me back. I fo

Ariana's POVThe door suddenly opened, and I quickly pulled my hand away from Damien’s face as if I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t. My heart jumped in my chest, and I turned to see a guard stepping inside."It's been ten minutes. I think you should be done now," the guard said, his tone neutral.I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah... yes... I'm done already. I was about to leave," I murmured, taking one last lingering look at Damien’s unconscious face before turning away.With a heavy heart, I followed Alex toward the door, my steps slow, reluctant. The silence between us as we walked back to my ward was thick with unspoken thoughts. Seeing Damien like that—helpless, lifeless and pale made my stomach twist. How long would he be like that? When would he open his eyes? Would he ever? The thought was unbearable.When we reached my ward, I turned to Alex, forcing a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you so much, Alex.""Uh... it’s nothing, Miss," he replied with a slight smile.

Julie's POV“Mmmmm, why are you so delicious?” I said, eyeing the last bite of pizza in my hand before tossing it into my mouth. Just as I was about to take a sip of my cappuccino, my phone buzzed.I stood up and walked toward my phone, which was lying on the bed. As I picked it up, I noticed I had a new email. I opened it, and my eyes widened as I read:"Hope this message meets you well. Your job application has been approved, and the interview will take place in two weeks' time. More details will be emailed to you."“Oh my God! My application has been approved by Charlie Designs!” I shouted in excitement, my voice echoing in the room as I jumped on the bed.After I kicked myself out of my old job—thanks to that disgusting former boss of mine who was a molester in disguise—it had been a struggle. Every job I applied to rejected me. I’d almost given up hope on ever finding a decent job again.“I need to tell Ari about this! I’m so happy!” I said out loud to no one, grabbing my phone t