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Maxine’s life was going well. She was an art student and an intern for a famous architect. In an unexpected way, she met Damien Ledger, someone she shouldn’t have crossed paths with. That chance encounter has unfolded the secrets that she had been hiding. She couldn’t understand why she met him again. She wanted to stop the growing temptation to know him. Damien feels he’s indebted to her. Can Max successfully hide the secrets that involve both of them? Will he let her go after knowing everything?
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Onenight with the Mafia 13
Balancing the life of a student, intern, and mother was like juggling knives on a tightrope—and Maxine Green was always just one misstep away from everything crashing down.Her days began before the sun had even stretched across the sky. At 5:30 a.m., she was up, brushing her teeth while packing Noah’s snacks, ironing her clothes in the dim light of the kitchen, and gulping down weak coffee while bouncing a half-awake toddler on her hip. Noah, now three and filled with a thousand questions, had his own rhythm—a rhythm that didn’t always match hers.“Do you have to go, Mama?” he would ask with wide, sleepy eyes as she buttoned up her coat.Her heart would squeeze every time.“Just for a little while, baby. I’ll be back before you know it.”She would drop him off with her mother, offer a rushed kiss on the cheek, and sprint toward the bus stop with her bag over one shoulder and her dreams packed inside it like precious cargo.Frank Wright’s firm was no place for weakness. The atmosphere
Last Updated : 2025-04-21Onenight with the Mafia 12
The call came on a Thursday morning, just as Maxine was coaxing a sleepy Noah into his tiny corduroy overalls. Her phone buzzed with a number she didn’t recognize. Expecting it to be one of her freelance clients, she answered with a tired but polite, “Hello?”A deep voice responded, clipped and formal. “Miss Green. This is Frank Wright’s office. Mr. Wright has reviewed your interview and portfolio. He’d like to offer you the internship. You’ll start Monday at 9 a.m.”For a second, the world stood still.“I got it?” she whispered, more to herself than the voice on the other end.“Yes. Congratulations,” came the reply, curt but sincere. “We’ve emailed the onboarding documents. Please be punctual. Mr. Wright values time.”The call ended just as quickly as it came. Maxine stood frozen, the phone still pressed to her ear. Then, slowly, she turned to look at Noah, who was chewing on the strap of his overalls.“I got the job,” she breathed, then let out a laugh—light and full of disbelief. “
Last Updated : 2025-04-21Onenight with the Mafia 11
Chapter TwelveTwo years had passed since Maxine became a mother, and though time had marched forward, it hadn't made things easier. If anything, it had layered new challenges on top of the old ones. Noah was now a toddler—lively, curious, and utterly exhausting. He ran through rooms like a whirlwind, leaving chaos in his wake and joy in her heart. But love didn’t pay bills, and joy didn’t make ends meet.Maxine worked tirelessly, stringing together part-time jobs while her parents helped watch Noah. She waited tables at a cafe three days a week, assisted in the university’s art lab twice a week, and picked up freelance sketch commissions late into the night. Her dreams of becoming an architect hadn’t faded, but they had been forced to coexist with a reality that left little room for luxury.Her parents had become her safety net. Her mother, always nurturing, handled daycare duty when Maxine’s shifts overlapped. Her father—now more involved than she could’ve hoped for—took to feeding N
Last Updated : 2025-04-21Onenight with the Mafia 10
Mornings started early in Maxine’s world now. Sometimes too early. The soft cries of Noah roused her before dawn, and even though exhaustion weighed her limbs, she moved. She always moved. With muscle memory and motherly instinct, she reached for him, whispered gentle words, and soothed his small body with her touch.The dorm wasn’t built for motherhood. The space was tight, the walls thin. But somehow, it became a home. Kristen helped rearrange furniture to give Noah a little more space, brought fairy lights and secondhand rugs to brighten the room, and even learned how to warm formula bottles without scalding them.It wasn’t perfect. Some nights, Maxine cried while Noah cried. She'd press her face into a pillow, letting out the frustration and fear she didn’t want to show anyone. She missed having two hands free. She missed having time to think about something other than bottles, burping, diapers, and due dates. She missed the version of herself that existed before—but she didn’t wa
Last Updated : 2025-04-20Onenight with the Mafia 9
The late summer air was heavy with moisture, clinging to Maxine's skin as she sat by the open window of her dorm room. The ninth month of pregnancy had settled over her like a storm cloud, and every movement felt like wading through water. Her belly stretched taut beneath her cotton dress, and Noah kicked restlessly inside her, as if reminding her of the approaching moment that would change her life forever.She had stopped attending university classes weeks ago. Her due date was approaching fast, and between the exhaustion, the backaches, and the emotional weight she carried, there was little energy left for anything else. Her professors were understanding, her attendance excused, but Maxine didn’t care about grades anymore. Not now.The real ache was deeper, carved into the marrow of her bones—Damien was gone.She had tried to reach him. Again and again.At first, she’d called the contact number he gave her. No response. Then she tried Frank, her boss, but even he hadn’t heard from
Last Updated : 2025-04-20Onenight with the Mafia 8
Chapter NineThe hospital waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and something citrusy. Maxine sat nervously, fingers laced over her growing belly, trying not to fidget. Her mother sat beside her, flipping through a glossy magazine, clearly trying to appear casual, but Maxine could sense the tension between them like a silent wall. It had been there for months now.The nurse finally called her name, and Maxine stood up slowly, smoothing down her loose maternity tunic. Her mother followed, silent but present, as they walked down the pale corridor to the ultrasound room.The scan room was dimly lit, the screen already humming with static. Maxine lay back on the table and lifted her top as the technician applied the cool gel to her stomach. Her mother moved closer, standing at the side of the bed, eyes fixed on the screen."Let’s take a look," the technician said, her voice warm. Moments later, the flickering image of a baby filled the screen. Maxine’s breath caught.There was the ba
Last Updated : 2025-04-20Onenight with the Mafia 7
The next morning came too quickly. I woke up early, even before the sun peeked through the curtains. Kristen was still sleeping, her breath steady and peaceful, and for a moment I wished I could pause life right here—in this still, quiet bubble where things didn’t feel so overwhelming.But that wasn’t reality.I sat by the window with a cup of lukewarm tea, staring at nothing. My thoughts kept circling the same truth: I was pregnant. Nothing had changed overnight. There was no miracle fix, no undoing what had happened. I was carrying a child. Damien’s child.And I had to tell my parents.Just thinking about their reaction made my hands tremble. My mother would be devastated. My father might not even speak to me for a while. I imagined their faces—shock, anger, disappointment, fear. I hated that I was about to bring all those emotions into their lives. But I couldn’t hide this forever.I picked up my phone, stared at the screen, and put it back down. Then picked it up again.Kristen st
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Onenight with the Mafia 6
Maxine's POVThe ride to the club felt longer than it actually was. Kristen sat beside me, quiet for once. She was usually full of chatter, her energy bouncing off the walls, but today she barely said a word. I appreciated the silence. My thoughts were loud enough.My fingers fidgeted in my lap, my mind cycling through hope and dread in equal parts. What was I expecting, really? That he’d be there like nothing happened? That I could walk up to him, tell him I was pregnant, and he’d magically know what to do? I hated how naïve I still was, even when I tried to be rational.The car pulled up in front of the club, and the same thumping music greeted us — muffled through walls but unmistakable. Neon lights flashed across the pavement, casting our shadows in brief, distorted colors.I hesitated before walking in. The last time I was here, my life was normal. Simpler. A night out, a poor choice, a stranger’s smile — it all felt like a hazy dream now. But what came after it… that was painful
Last Updated : 2025-04-19Onenight with the Mafia 5
Maxine’s POVSince morning, I have been feeling nauseous. I want to throw up whenever I come to sniff someone’s perfume. My period is delayed and I know there’s a high chance that I could be pregnant.But how? That weirdo used a protection that night and yet I got pregnant.I got so scared to take the pregnancy test. The result positive is what I’m expecting and that’s the reason I’m scared. But how long I can postpone this.In one way or other I had to find out what’s going on inside me and act according to it.I grabbed her courage and went to the pharmacy. I bought the pregnancy kit with shivering hands and headed to the local restroom. I did the steps that were given in the manual and the result didn’t disappoint me.I’m pregnant, with Damien’s child. Who else it could be? He’s the only person I’ve ever been with.I walked to the dormitory and that’s when I got a call from my mother.“Max, how are you doing?”“I’m okay,” I said in a slightly annoyed tone.“Where are you?”“I’m goi
Last Updated : 2025-03-18
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Maxine’s POV“I don’t want to be here,”“Oh, come on. This is going to be fun,” Kristen said as she dragged me into the nightclub. That was my first time entering into a place like that and the bass of the music gave me goose pimples all over my skin.The place vibrates, and reeks of alcohol, and the people are dancing and drunk. Kristen looked more excited and started moving her body according to the music.She is my roommate at the dormitory. We are both art majors, but we’re totally opposite to each other. She’s tall, lean, and outgoing, while I stand five feet two inches, black, petite, and an introvert. She’s everything that I’m not.It was my childhood dream to pursue art as my career. I got into a prestigious institute and now my dream is coming true. Since I haven’t explored anything other than art, I’m in quest of new things with much hesitation.“Hey, look at those guys. Shall we join them?” she asks.“I don’t think so,”“Okay, you stay here, I’m going,” she left me and went...
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