All Chapters of Mine for a Night : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11 – Old Mr. Knight

The Knight dining hall was a cathedral of wealth—crystal chandeliers dripping light like jewels, walls lined with centuries-old art, and a mahogany table so long it seemed to touch forever.At its head sat the man who built the empire from dust: Alexander Knight—Damien’s grandfather. His snow-white hair gleamed under the chandelier, and the sharpness in his eyes hadn’t dulled with age. Authority rolled off him like a second skin.To his right, Damien sat in silence, his broad frame leaned back in his chair, one hand lazily spinning the stem of his wineglass. His gray eyes were unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation.At the other end of the table sat Victoria, his mother, rigid and regal in her pearl necklace. Beside her, Margaret Knight, the family matriarch, sat like a warm flame against the cold. Her soft eyes shifted between the men, as though her gaze alone could bridge the storm brewing in the room.No one spoke as servants whisked away the appetizer plate

Chapter 12 - Find a wife or I'll choose for you

(Damien’s POV)Damien slammed the door of his Maybach and tugged his tie loose as the car pulled away from the estate. His jaw was still tight. His grandfather’s words played in his head like an echo he couldn’t shake.Six months. Find a wife—or I’ll choose one for you.He cursed under his breath and reached for his phone. He needed a drink. He needed his guys.He hit Ethan’s number first.“Talk to me,” Ethan answered, voice smooth as always.“Get to the lounge,” Damien said. “Now. Call the others.”There was a pause. Then a low whistle. “That bad?”“Just do it.”“On it.”Damien ended the call, leaning back against the leather seat. The city lights blurred past the tinted glass, but his mind was already on the bar in his penthouse—the only place he could breathe.---Forty minutes later, the smell of whiskey and expensive cigars filled the air. Damien sat on the black leather couch, glass in hand, while the city stretched out below the floor-to-ceiling windows.Ethan was the first to

Chapter 13 – Ethan’s Gamble

(Ethan’s POV) Ethan grabbed his keys from the glass table and headed for the door, ignoring Caleb’s whistle behind him. “Running off to your girlfriend again?” Caleb teased. “Go to hell,” Ethan tossed over his shoulder. Damien didn’t laugh. He just watched him with that quiet, calculating stare. “Ethan,” he said finally, voice low. “If she hurts you again, I won’t sit back this time.” Ethan paused, hand on the door. For a second, he almost said something. Instead, he forced a grin and walked out without looking back. --- The night air was sharp as he slid into his car and slammed the door. Damien’s warning replayed in his head like an annoying ringtone. She’ll hurt you again. No, she won’t. People change. Sophia changed. She had to. He started the engine and pulled into traffic, the city lights smearing across the windshield. He hadn’t seen her in eight years, yet here he was heart racing like a rookie lawyer before his first case. --- The memory hit him hard. “Don’t go,

Chapter 14 - Queen of Stationary

(Aria’s POV)“Five notebooks and two pencils,” I said with a smile as the little boy counted his coins on the wooden counter. His tiny fingers shook as he arranged them, brow furrowed in concentration.“Miss Aria, is this enough?” he asked, eyes wide.I leaned over and pretended to examine the pile like a jeweler inspecting diamonds. “Hmm… let’s see..... Yup, perfect. You even have enough left for candy.”His face lit up. “Really?!”“Really.” I slipped two toffees into his bag before he could argue. “When you get home but don’t tell your teacher, okay? Secret deal.”He grinned so wide I thought his cheeks might crack. “Thank you, Miss Aria!” Then he dashed out, his backpack bouncing as he ran toward the school gates across the street.I exhaled, glancing around my little shop. It wasn’t much four shelves stacked with books and supplies, a small extension outside with a wooden table for snacks, and the bright floral curtain I’d hung to separate the shop from my tiny sleeping space. But

Chapter 15 - Why am I feeling weird?

(Aria’s POV)The morning sun spilled through the shop window, painting golden lines across the counter. I was humming softly, arranging a fresh stack of storybooks on the shelf when it hit me like a rogue wave out of nowhere.My stomach twisted.“Oh, no…” I clutched the edge of the counter, breathing through my mouth as the bitter taste of bile threatened to rise.It lasted maybe ten seconds. Then, just like that, it was gone.I stood there, frozen, listening to my own heartbeat. “What the heck was that?” I muttered under my breath.Maybe the coffee from earlier? Or the leftover sandwich Maya forced on me last night? Yeah, probably that.I shook it off and went back to the books. But five minutes later, it happened again... this time, a sharp nausea that had me dropping the book like it was on fire.“Okay, nope... this is definitely not normal.”I sat on the stool, pressing a hand to my forehead. "I don't have a Fever and there's no pain anywhere on my body... why am I feeling weird?

Chapter 16 – Taking the pregnancy test

(Aria’s POV)The bell above the door jingled as Maya barged into the shop, hair in a messy bun, wearing ripped jeans and carrying enough energy to power the whole block. I couldn't meet her up at the pharmacy because my whole body is tensed.“Alright, crisis partner reporting for duty,” she announced, slamming her phone on the counter like a cop in a TV show.I jumped so hard I almost dropped the notebook I’d been pretending to arrange for the past fifteen minutes.“Maya, could you not make this sound like an episode of Law & Order? I’m already dying inside,” I muttered, clutching the counter to keep my knees from giving out.She gave me a look... half amused, half worried and walked over to squeeze my shoulders. “Breathe, Aria... Seriously, you really need to breathe because you look like you’re about to faint.”“Because I might!” I whispered fiercely. “What if… what if it’s true?”Her brows arched. “True as in… bun-in-the-oven true?”I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Don’t

Chapter 17 – Find her for me

(Damien’s POV)The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, each second grating against my nerves like sandpaper. The city beyond my office window glittered, but tonight, even the view from the top of Knight Tower felt suffocating.I loosened my tie and sank into the leather chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose. All I could possibly care about are Sealing deals, Playing Power, being in control and yet, none of it could drown out the voice of the one man I couldn’t ignore.Grandfather.His words from last month replayed in my head like a broken record:“Six months, Damien. If you don’t choose a wife by then, then we will choose for you." One month is already gone.Five months left.Five months before they chained me to some faceless heiress in the name of legacy.I poured a drink from the decanter, the amber liquid catching the light as it swirled in the glass. The burn hit my throat, but it didn’t kill the irritation simmering beneath my skin.I was Damien Knight... men moved when I sp

Chapter 18 – Two Lines, I'm pregnant!

(Aria’s POV)The tiny plastic stick lay on the nightstand, mocking me with its silence. Five minutes had crawled by like an eternity, and every second had felt like a countdown to something I didn’t want to face.My hand shook as I reached for it, fingers trembling so hard I almost dropped it. My breath came shallow, uneven, like my lungs had forgotten how to work.“Okay,” I whispered, because talking to myself was all I had. “It’s fine. It’ll be negative. Of course it will. Just stress. Stress messes things up. Maya said so.”I turned it over.And froze.Two pink lines.Two.I stared at them until my vision blurred, praying they’d disappear, that the universe would take pity on me and wipe them away.... but they stayed. Bold and glaring.My knees gave out, and I sank onto the bed, clutching the stick like it held my execution notice. A sound broke from my throat half sob, half laugh.“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. “No, no, no…”The curtain rustled, and Maya’s voice pierced throug

Chapter 19 – Arranged dinner date

(Damien’s POV)The office was quiet except for the soft tick of the clock on the far wall and the low hum of the city lights bleeding through the glass. Midnight meetings. Endless deals. None of it drowned out the thing clawing at the back of my mind.Her name.Aria.It had been hours since I’d ordered Rafael to dig, and now, the silence was irritating me like a pebble in my shoe. I didn’t like waiting. I didn’t like not knowing.The phone on my desk buzzed. Finally.I snatched it up. “Talk.”“Got something for you,” Rafael said, his voice calm as always.“Then stop breathing and start talking.”He chuckled under his breath. “You’re in a mood tonight.”“Rafael,” I growled, “don’t test me.”“Fine. Here’s what we have: Aria, mid-twenties, worked at a bar in downtown L.A. until about a month ago. No criminal record, no debts under her name. Then... poof. She disappeared, quit the job, No forwarding address and no credit card trail.. Nothing.”I stood from the chair, tension rippling thro

Chapter 20 - Ethan's grandma

(Ethan’s POV)The courtroom doors shut behind me with a heavy thud, and for the first time all day, I let out a breath. Case closed... another win. Normally, I’d feel that rush.... the high that came with crushing an opponent on the stand. But lately? It just felt like… nothing.I loosened my tie and reached for my phone. One glance at the screen and my heart sank. Home.I answered on the first ring. “Yeah?”“Mr. Cole... it’s Maria,” a shaky voice rushed through.I stopped in my tracks. “Maria? What’s wrong?”“It’s your grandmother.” Her voice cracked, and my stomach dropped. “She… she fell, sir..... she fell off the wheelchair. She’s..... she’s on the floor. I can’t get her up.”My pulse exploded in my ears. “Is she conscious?”“Barely. I—”“Call an ambulance, Now. Stay with her and keep talking to her. Don’t let her close her eyes.” My voice shook despite every effort to keep it steady.“Yes, sir. I’m calling now.”The line went dead, and I was already sprinting to the parking lot.

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