All Chapters of HIS ONE NIGHT, MY FOREVER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Sebastian’s fingers turned the small flash drive slowly, it was like he was playing with it.Like he already knew everything.My heart banged in my chest and closed the door behind me.“Where did you get this?” His voice was low, and dangerous.I forced myself to breathe. “It’s not mine.”He tilted his head, and his eyes narrowed. “Really? Then why did I just see you walking in here holding it?”I shook my head. “I wasn’t…”“Don’t lie to me, Alina.” His voice cut through the room like a knife.I stepped back without meaning to. “I found it outside.”He took a slow step toward me. “Outside? On the street? Or from someone who wants to see you destroy yourself?”“I don’t know what’s on it,” I said quickly. “I didn’t even look.”“Of course you didn’t,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But you still took it. You still brought it into my house.”“I wasn’t…”“Enough.” He threw the flash drive onto the desk with a sharp clatter. “I will ask you one more time. Who gave you this?”I s

After work, I walked behind Sebastian as he went into his office.He did not walk slowly, he did not walk lightly. It looked almost like he was dragging the whole world with him, and the world was too heavy to carry.When we entered, the room felt quiet, but the quiet was not soft. It was the kind of quiet that made my heart beat louder in my own ears.Sebastian’s face was stiff, like stone. It did not bend, it did not change, it did not show any sign of rest. No smile, no kindness, not even a small softness. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were dark, as if they belonged to someone far away.Without a word, he pulled off his jacket. He did not fold it. He did not place it gently. He just threw it down on the chair, like the jacket meant nothing. The sound of it falling made me blink, because in that silence, even a soft thud felt loud.Then he sat down. His back was straight, his shoulders still hard. He leaned a little forward, his eyes dropping to the papers that lay on the desk. Hi

Madam Estelle povI sat at the long dining table, my back straight, my fingers resting lightly on the edge of my plate. The girl, Alina, moved about nervously, carrying bowls and dishes as if she wanted to impress me. Her hands shook a little when she set a bowl in front of me. She stood too careful, too eager, like a servant waiting for praise.I picked up my spoon without a word. I dipped it into the food and lifted it to my mouth. The taste surprised me. It was good, too good. The flavors were rich and soft on my tongue, better than I expected. I almost wanted to eat more, but I stopped myself. I could never let her see me pleased.I forced my face to remain hard. I made a sound in my throat, sharp and full of disgust. I dropped the spoon back onto the plate with a loud clatter that echoed across the room.“This food is unfit for humans,” I said in a cold voice.Sebastian, sitting across from me, lifted his head. His eyes met mine for a moment, but he did not speak. He only studied