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One Careless Night Eighty
The moment we stepped outside the church, the crisp afternoon air hit me like a shock to my system. My wedding dress, once a symbol of joy and promises, now felt suffocating—heavy with betrayal, with loss.Alex’s hand was warm around mine, steady, grounding. But as soon as we reached the steps, I pulled away, wrapping my arms around myself. My breath came in uneven gasps.I had just walked away from my wedding.From Jack.From everything I thought my life was supposed to be.Alex turned to face me, his expression unreadable. “Are you okay?”A laugh bubbled up in my throat—hollow, humorless. “Do I look okay?”He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a feeling this would happen.”My eyes snapped to his. “Excuse me?”He met my gaze, unwavering. “Rachel wasn’t going to let this wedding happen. And Jack…” He shook his head. “He’s a fool to think his lies wouldn’t catch up to him.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, my emotions tangled in knots. “And what about me?” My voice cracked
Last Updated : 2025-02-09One Careless Night Eighty - One
The drive to Alex’s house was silent, the air thick with emotions I wasn’t ready to unpack. I kept my gaze on the road ahead, my wedding dress crumpled around me like a reminder of everything I had left behind. The enormity of what I had just done was settling in, pressing against my chest, but I refused to break down. Not yet.Alex didn't try to force conversation. He simply drove, his grip firm on the wheel, his presence steady beside me. I was grateful for that.By the time we pulled into his driveway, I heave a sigh of relief, soon I would be able to pull off my wedding gown. The weight of it, a constant reminder of the faliure of my wedding.He cut the engine and turned to me. “We’re here.”I nodded, but I didn’t move. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress as a wave of exhaustion washed over me.Alex sighed, then got out of the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door, crouching slightly so we were at eye level. “Sophia.” His voice was gentle, patient. “
Last Updated : 2025-02-10One Careless Night One
It all began with a dare, a reckless challenge from my friends to kiss a stranger at the party. I should have said no, but I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and the alcohol with the music had lowered my inhibitions to a dangerous level. “You can do it Sophia, don't be shy." My friends cheered, their voices buoyed by the party atmosphere. I scanned the room, my eyes finally locking on a mysterious figure standing in the corner. He was older, maybe in his forties, but still strikingly handsome with an air of mystery that drew me in. It felt as if he were waiting for me, and in that moment, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as I made my way towards him, my heart pounding. As I approached him, he smiled, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart raced with anticipation. We didn't exchange words; we didn't need to. The music and the moment said it all. He pulled me close, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Time se
Last Updated : 2024-06-16One Careless Night Two
I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind shattered by the unthinkable sight before me. The stranger who had haunted my dreams, the one who had claimed my lips in a passionate kiss, now stood in my living room, smiling at my mother with a familiarity that made my blood run cold. My mother's voice, dripping with happiness, noticed me and gleefully rushed to hug me. "Sophia, you're home," she chimed, oblivious to my horror. But I couldn't reciprocate her enthusiasm. My eyes were fixed on him, my mind reeling with questions. How did he end up here, in my home, with my mother? His gaze locked onto mine, piercing me with a gleam that made my skin crawl. My mother's smile was so huge on her face, a wicked contrast to my despair. "Sophia, meet Jack, your new stepfather," she announced, her words dripping with excitement. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Stepfather? No, this couldn't be happening. My world crumbled around me, the room spinning with a s
Last Updated : 2024-06-16One Careless Night Three
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. Inside was quiet. With my heart pounding in my chest, I made my way to my mother's bedroom, each step felt heavier than the last. When I reached her room, I knocked hesitantly. “Sophia, is that you? Come in," she said. Inside, I see my mother packing her belongings. “Mom, what's going on?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.My mother looked up, her smile faltering at the sight of the gloom on my face. “Sophia, why aren't you happy for me?" she asked, her voice filled with disappointment. “Why did you act like that towards Jack?" “I'm sorry mother, but..." My voice left me, I couldn't find the courage to utter another word.“Jack is everything we've been praying for. He is kind, loving, and a billionaire." My mother says, her eyes popping with excitement.“A billionaire?" “Yeah, your mother is getting married to a billionaire!" she announced gleefully. “And we're moving into his mansion this weekend." “What?" “Don't you want to?"
Last Updated : 2024-06-16One Careless Night Four
The next day, as we loaded the last of the boxes into the car, my nerves were on edge. Jack arrived to help with the move, his presence making my heart flutter. I avoided his gaze, focusing on the task at hand. When I saw him and my mother holding hands my skin crawled. I couldn't decipher my feelings - disgust or jealousy? I busied myself with packing, but the image of them together kept haunting me. I had to remind myself why I was doing this, why I had to keep it together. My mother's happiness was at stake, and I couldn't let my emotions get in the way.Rachel showed up later, her usual cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. She gave me a supportive smile, and I felt a bit of my resolve strengthen. “Hey, need any help?” she asked, already grabbing a box. “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful for her presence. As we continued packing, Jack approached me, his expression unreadable. “Sophia, can we talk?”I stiffened but nodded. “Sure,” I said, putting down the bo
Last Updated : 2024-06-16One Careless Night Five
Rachel and I slipped away to one of the many guest rooms, closing the door behind us. Rachel turned to me, her face serious. “Sophia, what's going on? You can’t keep this bottled up. It’s eating you alive.”I sank onto the bed, burying my face in my hands. “I know, but what am I supposed to do? If I tell her, it will destroy her.” Rachel sat beside me, her voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to tell her if you don't want to. But can you cope living under the same roof with him?" I looked up, tears in my eyes. “I don't think I know how to deal with this." Rachel took a deep breath. “Maybe you should try talking to Jack again. He needs to understand how this is affecting you. Maybe he can help find a way to make this easier.” I shook my head, feeling hopeless. “I tried, Rachel. He just wants to forget it happened. But I can’t forget. Every time I see them together, it’s like a knife in my heart.” Rachel squinted her eyes at me. “Sophia, do you have feelings for Jack?" I shoo
Last Updated : 2024-06-16One Careless Night Six
As the days went by, I struggled to conceal my emotions. Living under the same roof as Jack and my mother made it so difficult, as i couldn't escape the pain of seeing them together. I am forced everyday, to watch as my mother and Jack laughed together, their chemistry undeniable. I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of jealousy and longing. How could my mother be so oblivious to the way i felt?Rachel, noticing my distress, suggested a night out to take my mind off things. We headed to a trendy bar in town, where Rachel knew the owner. As we sipped our cocktails, I felt a bit relaxed. That's when i saw him - a tall, dark-haired man with piercing hazel eyes, laughing with the bartender.As our eyes met, I immediately felt a jolt of electricity and quickly looked away, trying to brush off the feeling. But I couldn't help sneaking glances at the mysterious handsome stranger. He too was watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle."Sophia?" Rachel's voice called softly.I looked
Last Updated : 2024-07-31
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One Careless Night Eighty - One
The drive to Alex’s house was silent, the air thick with emotions I wasn’t ready to unpack. I kept my gaze on the road ahead, my wedding dress crumpled around me like a reminder of everything I had left behind. The enormity of what I had just done was settling in, pressing against my chest, but I refused to break down. Not yet.Alex didn't try to force conversation. He simply drove, his grip firm on the wheel, his presence steady beside me. I was grateful for that.By the time we pulled into his driveway, I heave a sigh of relief, soon I would be able to pull off my wedding gown. The weight of it, a constant reminder of the faliure of my wedding.He cut the engine and turned to me. “We’re here.”I nodded, but I didn’t move. My fingers tightened around the fabric of my dress as a wave of exhaustion washed over me.Alex sighed, then got out of the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door, crouching slightly so we were at eye level. “Sophia.” His voice was gentle, patient. “
One Careless Night Eighty
The moment we stepped outside the church, the crisp afternoon air hit me like a shock to my system. My wedding dress, once a symbol of joy and promises, now felt suffocating—heavy with betrayal, with loss.Alex’s hand was warm around mine, steady, grounding. But as soon as we reached the steps, I pulled away, wrapping my arms around myself. My breath came in uneven gasps.I had just walked away from my wedding.From Jack.From everything I thought my life was supposed to be.Alex turned to face me, his expression unreadable. “Are you okay?”A laugh bubbled up in my throat—hollow, humorless. “Do I look okay?”He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a feeling this would happen.”My eyes snapped to his. “Excuse me?”He met my gaze, unwavering. “Rachel wasn’t going to let this wedding happen. And Jack…” He shook his head. “He’s a fool to think his lies wouldn’t catch up to him.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, my emotions tangled in knots. “And what about me?” My voice cracked
One Careless Night Seventy - Nine
Gasps rippled through the crowd as all heads turned toward Rachel. She stood at the entrance, chest heaving, eyes darting between Jack and me.Jack’s jaw tightened. “Rachel, what the hell are you doing?”I stood frozen, my fingers trembling around my bouquet. My mother shot up from her seat, her expression a mask of barely concealed rage.Rachel took a shaky step forward. “I can’t let you do this, Jack. Not after everything we shared.”Whispers swirled around us. Jack exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Rachel, this is not the time or the place.”“I don’t care.” Rachel’s voice wavered, but she held her ground. “You can’t marry her.”A lump formed in my throat. I had been prepared for doubts, for hesitation, even for Alex to make a last-minute plea—but not this. Not from Rachel.Jack’s shoulders squared. “Rachel, stop.”“No,” she shook her head. “You don’t love her, Jack. You love me. At least that's what you told me when we had sex.”Silence.My eyes flickered toward Jack,
One Careless Night Seventy - Eight
The moment the door shut behind my mother, I collapsed onto my bed, gripping my phone tightly. My mind raced with everything that had just happened.Alex. My mother. The wedding.I needed this marriage to happen fast, but a small part of me wondered—was I really doing this for myself, or was I just running?No. I wasn’t going to let doubt creep in. My mother had controlled my life for too long, and this was my way out.My phone vibrated in my hand, pulling me from my thoughts. A message from Jack.Jack: I spoke to the planner. We can do it in three weeks. Is that soon enough?Three weeks. It wasn’t as immediate as I wanted, but it was still fast.Me: Perfect. Let’s do it.His response came almost instantly.Jack: Are you sure about this? We can still take a little more time if needed.I clenched my jaw. The last thing I needed was hesitation.Me: I’m sure.He didn’t push any further, just sent a simple "Alright" before ending the conversation.I set my phone down and exhaled slowly. T
One Careless Night Seventy - Seven
The next day, I heard the doorbell ring just as I was stepping out of my room. I didn’t think much of it until I heard my mother’s voice—firm, yet sickeningly polite.“Alex, what a surprise.”I froze mid-step, my heart jumping at the sound of his name. Carefully, I moved closer to the hallway, staying out of sight but close enough to hear.“I came to see Sophia,” Alex’s voice was calm, but I could hear the slight edge of confusion. “Is she home?”My mother let out a short laugh. “She is, but there’s no need for you to see her.”There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his tone more serious now. “No need?”“That’s right,” she said smoothly. “Sophia will be getting married soon. There’s no reason for you to be coming around anymore.”I clenched my fists at her words.Alex scoffed, clearly caught off guard. “Married?” His voice dipped into disbelief. “You mean to Jack?”“Who else?” my mother replied, her voice laced with triumph.Another beat of silence. Then Alex let out a low
One Careless Night Seventy - Six
The next afternoon, I was in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book, when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but when Jefferson called for me to get the door, a strange feeling settled in my gut.I walked over, pulled the door open, and there she was—my mother.She stood there, dressed elegantly as always, her lips curved into a victorious smile. I didn’t need to ask why she was here. I could already see it in her eyes.“Sophia,” she greeted smoothly. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”I hesitated but eventually stepped aside. She walked in confidently, scanning the place before turning to face me.“You look well,” she said, as if this were a casual visit.I crossed my arms. “What do you want, Mom?”She sighed, feigning concern. “I came to see my daughter, of course. You’ve been staying here for a while now. Don’t you think it’s time to come back home?”I scoffed. “Back home? After everything? What’s changed?”Her smile didn’t falter, but her eyes gleamed with
One Careless Night Seventy - Five
A heavy silence settled in the room after my father’s words.Jack's expression remained composed, but I could see the subtle shift in his posture—the tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers curled slightly on his lap. He hadn’t expected this condition, and I knew why. He had made my mother sign a prenup when they got married and that was why he was able to divorce her without splitting his wealth.Jefferson leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on Jack. "What’s wrong? You said you love her. Surely, you’re not planning for a future where you two split?"Jack exhaled sharply, looking away for a moment before returning his eyes to mine. His hesitation made my heart race.I knew this wasn’t about money. Jack wasn’t a man who needed financial security—he had built his empire from nothing. But a prenup was protection, a safety net for someone like him who had been through a divorce before. And now, my father was testing him. And I didn't even know whose side to be on. My fath
One Careless Night Seventy - Four
The morning light streamed through the guestroom curtains, warming my face as I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, I forgot where I was—until I glanced around and remembered that I had spent the night at my father’s house.A deep sigh escaped my lips. It was my first peaceful sleep in days.I stretched before sitting up, my mind already bracing for the storm I had left behind at my mother’s house. Would she try to call? Would she even care that I had left? I shook the thoughts away and made my way downstairs, following the scent of coffee.Jefferson sat at the dining table, a cup of black coffee in hand, his expression unreadable. The sight of him, so composed and collected, made me pause for a second.“Morning,” I greeted softly.He looked up, nodding. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”I nodded. “Yeah. Better than I have in a while.”“Good.” He took a sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. Then, with a measured look, he said, “I want to meet Jack.”I blinked, caught off guard.
One Careless Night Seventy - Three
I zipped up my suitcase, my hands steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. My decision was made. Staying here would only lead to more pain, more accusations, more screaming matches with my mother. It was time to leave.As I stepped out of my room, I treaded carefully down the hallway, listening for any signs of my mother. The house was quiet, but I knew she was still awake. The tension from our earlier argument still lingered in the air like thick smoke.Just as I reached the front door, her voice rang out behind me."And where exactly do you think you're going?"I froze, my grip tightening around my suitcase handle. I turned around slowly to face her. She stood by the staircase, arms crossed, eyes burning with anger and something else—hurt, maybe."I'm leaving," I said, keeping my voice even. "I'm going to stay with my father."Her lips pressed into a thin line before she scoffed. "Oh, so now you suddenly care about your father? The same man who abandoned us? The same m
