All Chapters of One Night with the Mafia king... My Ex's Younger brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Danika went silent for a while. The ticking of the wall clock suddenly felt louder, filling the space between her and Cat. “No,” she finally said, her face straight, her tone firm but tired. “I know I need the job, but not this far, Cat. What do you want me to do, hmm?” Cat leaned forward, her brows furrowing. “Babe, this is a great opportunity for you. You get to leave this…” she paused, searching for the right word, “…loooonnnely life.” Silence. Danika’s chest tightened, So she thinks I’m lonely now? She didn’t say it, but her face did. Cat saw it immediately. “I’m sorry, D,” she said quickly. “That came out wrong. I just… I don’t like the way you didn’t move on.” Danika looked away, blinking fast but it was too late. “I miss my ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck Danika.’” That broke something. Tears slipped down Danika’s cheeks before she could stop them. Cat didn’t hesitate. She pulled her into a tight hug. “You have to get a job,” Cat whispered softly. “Not just for

Cat gave Danika a full tour of the house, moving from room to room with excitement as she pointed out everything—from the spacious living room to the cozy kitchen. “And this,” Cat said, pushing open a door with a proud smile, “is your room.” Danika stepped inside slowly, her eyes scanning the space. It was simple but beautiful. Clean. Peaceful. It already felt like somewhere she could breathe. “I love it,” she said softly. “I knew you would,” Cat grinned. They spent the next hour unpacking—laughing, talking, folding clothes, and arranging things until the room slowly started to feel like home. By the time they were done, exhaustion hit them hard. “I am not cooking,” Cat groaned, dramatically dropping onto the bed. Danika laughed. “Same. Let’s just order something.” “Best decision you’ve made today.” After eating, Danika sat back and picked up her phone. “I need to call home.” Cat nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll just… rest my eyes for a bit.” Danika smiled before dialing, the

Three Days Later – The Interview Day The morning of the interview arrived faster than Danika expected, leaving her with little time to dwell on her nerves danika stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her outfit as it hugged her figure in all the right places without being overly bold. She wore a fitted, knee-length dress in a deep neutral tone, the clean lines giving her a sharp, professional edge while still highlighting her natural elegance. A structured blazer rested perfectly over her shoulders, adding just the right amount of authority to her look. Her heels were simple but refined, their soft clicks echoing confidence with every step she took. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face effortlessly, while her makeup remained subtle—just enough to enhance her features without drawing too much attention. She looked polished. Composed. Powerful. And most importantly… ready. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Ok

‎They both stood in front of the mirror, posing, laughing, and hyping each other up, completely lost in their own little world as excitement buzzed between them like electricity. ‎“Wait—don’t move!” Cat said suddenly, pulling out her phone with dramatic urgency. “We need pictures.” ‎Danika groaned, though the smile on her face gave her away. “Of course we do.” ‎“Memories!” Cat insisted, already positioning herself like a professional photographer. ‎They snapped pictures—serious ones, silly ones, and completely random poses that made absolutely no sense but somehow felt perfect in the moment. ‎At one point, Danika struck a dramatic pose, flipping her hair slightly as if she were on a runway. ‎Cat burst out laughing almost immediately. “What was that?!” ‎“I don’t know!” Danika laughed, covering her face slightly. “Delete it!” ‎“Never,” Cat said firmly, already saving it like evidence for future blackmail. ‎After picking their outfits, they paid and waved goodbye to the

She was shocked to see someone on the bed. A shirtless stranger lay there, but she couldn’t make out his features clearly. The room wasn’t completely dark, yet the dim lighting cast heavy shadows that blurred his face, leaving only fragments visible. All she could see was the outline of him—broad shoulders against the sheets, the rise and fall of his bare chest, and the faint glint of eyes watching her from the darkness. His figure was still, almost too still, like he had been there long before she entered. The shadows clung to him, hiding his expression, making him feel more like a presence than a person. For a moment, she just stood there, her heart skipping, trying to adjust her vision—but the darkness refused to give him away. The shirtless stranger rose slowly from the bed, his movements deliberate, controlled. Then he started toward her, his gaze never leaving hers. A chill ran down her spine. She turned to run, but she barely made it a step. He was faster. In a b