All Chapters of Mine for a Night : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Maya’s POV)The hotel suite was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat.I closed the door softly behind me, balancing the tray of water and painkillers in my hands. My heels sank into the thick carpet as I walked toward the living room where Liam sat slouched on the couch, tie undone, glass in hand.Another glass.I swallowed hard. That was his… fifth? Maybe sixth?“Mr. Harrington—” I started, but he cut me off without even looking at me.“Liam,” he said, voice low, slightly hoarse. “How many times do I have to say that?”Right. Liam.I set the tray down on the marble table in front of him and picked up the empty decanter. “You’ve had enough for tonight.”His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You think so?”“Yes,” I said softly, my eyes meeting his for the first time tonight.Those eyes… God. They weren’t the cold, unreadable gray I saw in the office. Tonight, they looked… darker. Warmer. Like a storm about to break.“Drink this,” I said, handing him the glass of

(Damien’s POV)The click of Elena’s heels echoed across the suite like a countdown I didn’t ask for.“Congratulations Damien…” Her voice dripped like honey, but I wasn’t in the mood for sweetness.She closed the door behind her, leaning against it like she owned the air in this room. Her crimson dress hugged her curves like a second skin, lips painted in the same shade—a deliberate act.“You didn’t say goodnight at dinner,” she purred, stepping closer.“I didn’t think it was necessary,” I said flatly, pouring myself a drink. The amber liquid swirled like liquid patience in my glass.She came up behind me, her fingers grazing my shoulder lightly. “You’re so tense. Let me help you relax.”My jaw tightened. “Don’t.”“Don’t what?” Her voice turned teasing as her hand slid lower, testing boundaries like a child playing with fire. “We’re adults, Damien. You need this… and honestly, so do I.”That was the last straw.I caught her wrist before it went any further and turned to face her. My ey

Maya's POVThe apartment door slammed behind me with more force than I intended, the sound echoing through our small living room like a gunshot. My heels clattered to the floor, followed by my purse hitting the hardwood with a defeated thud. The tears I'd been choking back since the airport—hell, since this morning—finally broke free."Maya?" Aria's voice drifted from the kitchen, concern already threading through her tone. "You're back early. I thought your flight wasn't supposed to land until—"She appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, a stack of receipts in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. The moment she saw my face, everything in her hands scattered to the floor."Oh my God, what happened?" She rushed toward me, her arms already outstretched.I shook my head violently, the sobs coming harder now. "I can't... I just can't...""Hey, hey, come here." She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into the kind of hug that made me feel like a broken child. "I

Damien's POVThe hospital's white corridors felt colder when I stepped out of Dr. Malakai's office. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in harsh, unforgiving angles. My family was still gathered in the waiting area... my grandmother's hands folded tightly in her lap like she was holding herself together through sheer will, my mother murmuring reassurances that didn't convince even herself."Any news?" my mother asked, searching my face for answers I wasn't ready to give.I forced my voice to be calm, measured. "He's stable. The doctors are monitoring him closely, but he needs rest.""Thank God," Grandmother whispered, her shoulders sagging with relief."Grandma, Mom—you should go home. I'll stay with him."Grandma's head snapped up, her blue eyes flashing with the steel that had made her a formidable force in society for decades. "Absolutely not. I'm not leaving Harrison's side."I crouched in front of her, placing my hands over her cold, trembling ones. "I prom

Maya's POVThe office clock ticked like it was mocking me. Every second I spent in Liam's company felt like a silent punishment, each minute stretching into an eternity of cold professionalism and carefully constructed indifference. I had been drafting my resignation letter for two weeks now, writing and rewriting the same polite lies about "pursuing new opportunities" and "personal growth." But my finger never hit "send."Not because I loved this job—God forbid. Working for Liam had become a special kind of torture, watching him move through the office like nothing had happened between us, like I was just another piece of furniture he'd grown accustomed to ignoring.But I couldn't leave. Not because of pride or stubbornness or some misguided hope that things might change.Because of Aria.She was due in a few weeks now, her belly round and heavy with a life she refused to discuss. Her feet were constantly swollen, her back ached, and I could see the exhaustion etched in every line of