All Chapters of The night everything changed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Jess POVSteam lingers in the air as I stand in my room, towel wrapped around my body, staring at the red dress lying on my bed like it’s a loaded weapon. Ava’s idea, of course. She said I had no choice. “It’s your birthday, Jess,” she’d insisted, practically shoving it into my hands. “You need to stop hiding.” I run my fingers over the fabric. It’s soft, silky, and far more revealing than anything I’d ever pick for myself. The dress ends just above my knees, and the plunging neckline leaves little to the imagination. “This is insane,” I mutter, shaking my head. But deep down, I know I’ll wear it. Ava wouldn’t let me live it down if I didn’t. I blow-dry my hair, letting it fall naturally over my shoulders, then take a deep breath before slipping into the dress. The fabric clings to my curves in a way that feels… unfamiliar. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stop. Is that really me? Gone are the baggy sweatshirts, the ripped jeans, the layers I’ve used to keep t

Dominic Diaz Twenty six. Tech millionaire. The only son of the infamous Carlos Diaz a name that opened doors, commanded respect, and left chaos in its wake. And me? I’m next in line to take over the family empire. Not that I give a damn. The family business is all politics, handshakes, and backroom deals with strings attached. But the worst part? The marriage deal my father struck with the Foster family. I barely had a say. He’d picked out the “perfect” girl for me Hayley Foster. Biggest mistake of my life? Sleeping with her once. One night. That’s all it took for her to start calling herself my fiancée. She’s a nightmare wrapped in designer clothes, convinced that one hookup gave her the right to waltz into my life and claim a title she’ll never have. What a mess. I was standing by my office window, staring at the skyline when Leo walked in. My right hand man. Loyal, efficient, and annoyingly punctual. “Here’s the file you requested, sir,” he said, setting a thic

Dominic’s POV After leaving the office, I was done for the morning. No meetings, no calls nothing could keep me from handling this. I drove straight to the Foster house, my grip tightening on the steering wheel with each passing block. I didn’t even bother going home to clean up. Maybe I could use that as an excuse to leave early anything to get out of the trap they’d set for me. As I pulled into the driveway, Leo, my right-hand man, was already waiting. He opened the SUV door without a word, his eyes scanning me like he could feel the fury rolling off me. “You good?” he asked. “No,” I said flatly. “Stay close.” I entered the house, my footsteps heavy on the polished floors. The air smelled like some cheap attempt at a fancy meal. It reeked of desperation. The second I walked in, Hayley came running, her heels clicking against the floor. “Hey, baby!” she squealed, wrapping herself around me like a damn snake. I didn’t move. Didn’t hug her back. Her perfume was cho

Dominic I sat in my office, staring at the mountain of paperwork in front of me, but none of it mattered. The only thing I could think about was her. Those fucking hazel eyes. They weren’t just in my head—they were burned into me, running wild in my thoughts, clouding every shred of focus I had. I drummed my fingers on the desk, frustration mounting. Who the hell was she? How do I find her? Then it hit me—the interview. Snatching the phone, I punched in Samantha’s extension. “Get in here. Now.” A knock on the door barely registered before Samantha walked in. “They make a decision on that position yet?” I asked, voice sharp. She shook her head. “They’re still narrowing it down.” I leaned forward. “There was a woman here yesterday,” I said, my voice lower now, gritting the words. “Hazel eyes. Almond skin. Who is she?” Samantha’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “I remember her. Jessie Moore.” Jessie.