All Chapters of A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DAMIEN SMITH : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the small apartment that Blaire and Damien had just moved into. The space was modest, the furniture minimal, but it was theirs. Their haven from the world. Despite the tension of their new beginnings, there was a quiet sense of contentment in the air.Damien sat on the couch, his fingers running over the rough wood of the coffee table. Blaire, standing by the window, was scanning the street below. They had just signed the lease, but the reality of it all was still sinking in. Their lives had changed drastically in such a short period—Damien, once the heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire, now had only what his own skills and determination could provide. Blaire, once struggling to survive, was now building a life with him, no longer defined by her past.“Do you think we can really make this work?” Blaire asked, turning to face him.Damien smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I know we can. It’s going

Weeks had passed, and the weight of rejection had taken its toll on Damien. Every door he knocked on, every interview he attended, seemed to slam shut before it even opened. His father’s influence had poisoned the well, ensuring that no one in the corporate world would dare offer him a chance.Despite it all, Damien remained determined. He refused to let Harold Smith’s shadow define his future. Blaire had been his anchor during this storm, always reassuring him with her quiet strength and unwavering belief in him.On a cloudy afternoon, as Damien sat at the small desk in their apartment, staring at yet another rejection email, his phone buzzed. It was Rachel.“Can we meet?” she asked, her voice low and cautious. “Somewhere quiet.”Damien was surprised but agreed. Rachel gave him the location of a small park on the edge of the city, far from the prying eyes of their father’s spies.When Damien arrived, he spotted Rachel sitting on a bench under a sprawling oak tree. She was dressed in

That evening, Gina sat in her family’s sprawling dining room, her untouched glass of wine reflecting the dim chandelier light. Her personal maid entered the room cautiously, holding a tray of light snacks. “You’ve been quiet, Miss Gina,” she said softly, placing the tray on the table. “Is something troubling you?”Gina didn’t answer immediately. She swirled the wine in her glass, her mind still stuck on Damien’s apparent ease in his new life.“Do you think I’m foolish?” Gina asked suddenly, her voice tinged with bitterness.The maid paused, choosing her words carefully. “You’re not foolish, Miss Gina. You’ve just been... hurt. And hurt makes us act in ways we might not recognize.”Gina’s gaze hardened. “I don’t want to be pitied. I want to be respected. Loved, even.”“Respect and love are not the same,” Clara said gently. “You deserve to be loved for who you are, not for what you can make someone feel.”The words stung more than Gina cared to admit. She waved the maid away and rose f

The phone buzzed relentlessly on Gina’s bedside table. She reached for it, her irritation palpable as she swiped the screen and pressed the device to her ear.“What is it now?” she snapped, pacing her lavish penthouse.“It’s about the girl,” the watcher began cautiously. “The plan didn’t go as expected.”Gina froze mid-step, her nails digging into the phone. “What do you mean ‘didn’t go as expected’? I gave explicit instructions!”“She wasn’t alone for long,” the watcher explained, his voice uneasy. “Damien showed up. He... intervened. We had to pull back before things got messy.”Gina inhaled sharply, her fury building. “So, you’re telling me that not only did you fail to take her, but you’ve also alerted them to the fact someone’s after them?”“Ma’am, we—”“Don’t!” Gina cut him off, her voice icy. “You’re lucky I’m even paying you after this disaster. Keep a close eye on them and don’t make a move until I say so. Understand?”“Yes, ma’am,” the watcher replied hastily before the line

The next day, the mansion was eerily quiet as Rachel slipped out unnoticed, her heart pounding. She had grown accustomed to sneaking away to meet Marcus, but today was different. She wasn’t just meeting her lover—she was also visiting Blaire, someone she felt a strange yet undeniable connection with. Blaire had become a confidante in a way no one else could, someone who understood the weight of defying Harold Smith.Rachel arrived at Blaire’s modest apartment just as Damien was stepping out. “Perfect timing,” he said with a warm smile. “I need to run a quick errand. Rachel, you’re in charge until I’m back.”Rachel rolled her eyes playfully. “Got it, boss.”Once inside, Blaire greeted her with a warm hug. “It’s so good to see you. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”Rachel sighed, sinking into the couch. “It’s my father. He’s relentless, Blaire. I can’t even breathe without him questioning my every move. And then there’s Marcus…” She trailed off, her cheeks coloring.Blai