All Chapters of After The Night In Miami : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

50 Chapters

Chapter 1: How to Ruin Your Life in One Night

Elena’s POV It was late in the afternoon , when I finally put down my pen after writing the last paper of my third year . The weight lifted off my shoulders felt unreal . I stood outside the exam hall , waiting for Mila and her boyfriend . The thought that next year would be my last year filled me with a rush of pride and relief . For someone like me , nothing ever came easy — I had to fight for everything .Money had always been tight . Every semester , I pushed myself to the edge just to keep my grades high enough to hold on to my scholarship . Mila had started university on one too , but she lost hers after failing a few classes . Her boyfriend had been covering her tuition ever since . He had the means to do it and, honestly, he adored her. They’d been together since their second year , and everyone ; even his parents , loved Mila more than their own son . Whenever the two of them fought , his parents would instantly take her side.I sometimes caught myself wishing I could find s

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Chapter 2

Julian’s POV “Let’s get some more drinks .”“Sure ,” I answered , keeping my tone easy , though the way she said it—half-nervous , half-eager ; had already hooked something low in my gut.She turned to the bartender . “Can you please give me what you made for me last time ?”“Sure , coming right away . What can I get you , Sir ?” the kid behind the bar asked , already sweating.I watched her, amused. “It’s your first time drinking ?” I asked , leaning in just enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the heat rolling off her skin . Still no name , so in my head she was the fox ; sharp-eyed , skittish, and begging to be chased.“Is it really that obvious?” she shot back , cheeks flushing. I grinned. Fuck, that blush. Whatever was happening between her thighs , I could feel it in the air : electric, untouched, mine for the taking.Twenty-three and never had a man. I could smell the innocence on her like expensive cologne.“Yeah, you seem to have no idea what you were dr

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Chapter 3

Elena’s POV “Yeah, babe, burst for me, hand me your first climax, flood my mouth.” Is he for real? Does he want me to gush right there? Is it urine? God, does he want to swallow my pee? No way, no way. I tried to twist away, but his palms pinned me flat ; he was the predator, I was the catch. I quit struggling.“Julian!” I cried, helpless against the surge.“Yes, my fox, come for me.”“Julian…” I wailed, liquid spilled from my core, and I was utterly gone. What just happened? I panted. He only laughed low. Stared at me ; damn, every drop my body released coated his lips and he drank it down.“Your first orgasm, baby! Sharp, I love it.”Heaven help me, what have I stepped into? This man is danger. He’s dragging me straight to ruin.He set a finger at my entrance. I yelped.With his hand he plunged in and out. I was climbing again.“It’s coming again, Julian.”“Yes, baby, come for me.” I was starting to crave it. When I shattered once more, I screamed his name.He flicked the TV on wh

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Chapter 4

Julian’s POV Sleep wouldn’t come. My body was restless, my skin still humming from the way that woman felt beneath me. Elena.She’d been fire in my hands — soft, wild, and completely unguarded. For once, I didn’t want to move on. I didn’t want another body. I wanted her.I ran a hand through my hair and pushed off the sheets , the room too hot , too quiet . The moment I was about to step into the shower , my phone buzzed ; my grandmother’s personal assistant . Her voice was trembling . Another health scare .“ Damn it ,” I muttered under my breath .Elena’s face flashed in my mind . I didn’t want to leave her there alone , but there was no choice . My grandmother was the only family I had left who mattered . I threw on my clothes and sprinted downstairs . My driver wasn’t around ; I’d dismissed him earlier . Of course . “ Shit ,” I hissed , grabbing the keys off the counter . The Dom Pérignon Champagne was still registered to me ; I’d take it . The streets were half-empty , but my

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Chapter 5

Elena’s POV When Leo turned a year old, I went back to school . Balancing motherhood , part-time classes , and my cleaning work wasn’t easy, but it was something I owed myself ; and him. I freelanced here and there , took whatever small cleaning gigs I could find , and slowly started building a name for reliability . It wasn’t glamorous , but it was honest work .By the time I finally graduated , I thought the world would open up to me . Instead , I found myself staring at closed doors . Job after job turned me down , each rejection letter another reminder that I wasn’t the kind of woman they pictured in their office . Still , I refused to stop moving . If I couldn’t find an opportunity , I would build my own . Leo was four now — my sweet , curious little boy . He had a smile that could melt the hardest heart and a laugh that could brighten even my worst day . Since I didn’t have a car , I leased a tiny office space near his preschool so I could walk him there each morning and pick

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Chapter 6

Elena’s POV The smell of scrambled eggs and toast fills my tiny kitchen . Sunlight sneaks through the half-open blinds, painting stripes across the chipped counter . Leo sits on his booster seat , legs swinging, humming something he learned at preschool . His dark curls bounce every time he nods at the cartoon on my phone .“Mommy, more juice ?” he asks, holding out his plastic cup with both hands .I pour orange juice , careful not to spill. “Only half, little man. You still have to eat your eggs.”He scrunches his nose but takes a big bite anyway . I smile. At four, he’s already stubborn about breakfast, just like me.Four years. That’s how long it’s been since the hospital scare. Four years since I carried him in here screaming, red welts covering his arms from that stupid ceviche the preschool served. Four years since Victoria Hayes—some rich stranger—paid for the VIP room and asked me to bring him to her villa every weekend.I flip the eggs , the sizzle loud in the quiet mornin

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

Chapter 7

Julian’s POV The plane touches down with a jolt that rattles my teeth . Miami heat slams the window the second the door opens . I step onto the tarmac, tie loose , shirt sticking to my back already. Thirty-three feels older when you’ve spent six months of it in a coma, when everything you thought mattered is suddenly fragile, fleeting .“Mr. Hayes!” A driver waves from a black SUV. “Welcome back !”I nod, sliding into the back seat . The AC blasts cold, a sharp contrast to the oppressive heat. My phone buzzes ; Giselle.Giselle: Landed safe? Miss you already. Dinner tonight?I thumb a quick Busy with audits and pocket it. Eight months of pretending, eight months of holding her at arm’s length . Cassandra’s idea ; merge families , merge money. I said yes to shut them up. Haven’t touched her in weeks, and I don’t want to .The city blurs past ; palm trees, neon, ocean glinting like a knife. My chest tightens . Her face flashes . My fox. Dark hair spilling over my pillow. That gasp , t

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Chapter 8

Elena’s POV I buckle Leo in the car , hands shaking. Drive home on autopilot. Burst through the door, lock it, slide down the wall .My phone buzzes. Mila.Me: Come over. Now.She’s there in ten, letting herself in with the spare key.“What happened?” She drops her bag, kneels.“He’s back,” I sob. “Julian. He knows.”Mila hugs me. “Slow down. Start from the top.”I tell her — Family Day, the birthmark, the chase.“He said coma,” I whisper. “Six months.”Mila’s quiet. “You believe him?”“I don’t know .” I hug my knees . “He’s engaged.”Flashback slams me—that morning. Waking alone. Hotel empty. Days waiting. Weeks crying. Mila holding me while I puked from stress.“I raised Leo alone,” I say. “Diapers at 3 a.m. No sleep. No help. He doesn’t get to waltz in now.”Mila rubs my back. “You don’t owe him shit. But Leo… he might ask one day.”“I’ll lie,” I say. “Say his dad’s dead.”“That’s not fair,” Mila says softly. “To Leo. Or you.”I cry harder. “I can’t lose him.”“You won’t,” she sa

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Chapter 9

Elena’s POV 3:07 a.m. The laptop screen burns my eyes. Julian’s email sits open, bold and ugly.Meet me tomorrow — junior strategist position. We talk, or I go legal for Leo.I read it again. Seventeen times. My throat tightens. Legal for Leo. The words claw at me.I google Florida paternity laws. The screen spits back: “Sole custody doesn’t stop a biological father from filing.”“Fuck,” I whisper . My hands shake. Mila snores on the couch, mouth open, one arm dangling . She crashed here after I called her sobbing .I look at Leo’s door. It’s cracked open. His nightlight glows rocket-shaped. I tiptoe in. He’s curled under his blanket, thumb in mouth. Four years old. My whole world.I kneel. “He can’t take you, baby,” I breathe. “Never.”Flashback slams me — Leo at three months, screaming from colic. Me rocking him at 3 a.m., no formula, no money. Mila showing up with soup and diapers.“You’re not alone, bitch. We got this.”I swallow hard. Back to the laptop. I type. Delete. Type ag

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

Chapter 10

Elena’s POV It's 2:55 p. m. The corridor hums with recycled air and murmured voices . I’m half-running, folder clutched against my chest, praying the heel of my shoe doesn’t snap before I reach the door . “Strategy Conference Room A” gleams in silver letters .I push through.Twelve heads swivel. A forest of tablets and styluses . Julian sits at the head of the table ; sleeves rolled, tie loosened, eyes that pin me where I stand .“Miss Alvarez,” he says, smooth as espresso. “Right on time .”I catch my breath. “Vendor audit pitch, sir.”“Let’s hear it.”I straighten my notes. “Current supplier contracts are inflated. If we transition to local vendors, cost reduction is about 18 percent, quality stays consistent.”Mark — the guy with the permanent smirk—leans back. “Local means risk. Delays. Sun-bleached lettuce and excuses.”“Already vetted,” I answer. “Three companies, ISO-certified, same freight window. I brought comparative spreadsheets.”I slide the pages across. Hands tremble,

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