All Chapters of One night stand with the Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Anora's POV When we arrived at the location of the party, I suddenly recognized the place. C5 Hotel. The same hotel Andrew and I spent that unforgettable night six years ago. My pulse quickened. Of all venues, why did it have to be here?The driver pulled up to the front, where a long red carpet stretched toward the building like a stage. Just as Andrew had warned, the paparazzi and the reporters of different television shows swarmed outside.Celebrities I only knew from magazines glided past, smiling effortlessly as though born into this world. This wasn’t just a party. It was one of those parties, the kind only the most powerful received an invitation to.“It’s time,” Andrew said, stepping out with the ease of a man who belonged. The moment he appeared, the crowd erupted, reporters pushing forward like bees drawn to nectar.He circled the car and opened my door. I placed my hand in his and stepped out, nearly blinded by the barrage of flashes. My grip tightened on his hand, harder

Sebestain's POV I arrived at the company later than usual that morning. The moment I stepped through the glass doors, heads turned. It wasn’t unusual. Eyes had followed me for years, a price I’d long accepted for living in the spotlight. I ignored the stares, my pace steady as I headed straight for the elevator.The doors slid open with their familiar chime, a sound I’d heard a thousand times in this steel-and-glass tower. Normally, I’d step in, swipe my card against the panel, and stare at the doors until they shut, giving no one else inside more than a passing glance.But today, I froze.A little girl, no older than six or seven, stood in the far corner of the elevator. She clutched a doll with fraying braids, stroking its dress with the kind of care that only children gave to worn things. Her wide hazel eyes blinked up at me, curious and unafraid.A smile tugged at my mouth as I stepped inside. What was a child doing here, alone in a place like this? She could get lost in a second

Anora's POV While I was folding the last of my clothes into the suitcase, the front door creaked open. Vanessa’s voice carried through the living room, followed by the sound of Sara’s light footsteps running across the floor.“Mommy!” Sara called out, her tiny arms wrapping tightly around my waist.I scooped her up, hugging her so close I could smell the faint trace of crayons and cookies on her clothes. My chest squeezed. How was I supposed to leave her tonight?“How was school today, princess?” I asked, brushing a curl from her face.“Fine, Mommy,” she said, then leaned forward to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Her small gesture melted me. I kissed her forehead and lowered her to the ground.“Your lunch is on the table in the kitchen,” I told her softly. “Go eat, okay?”She nodded with a big smile and skipped toward the kitchen, humming a tune as if the world was nothing but sunshine.When I turned back, Vanessa had collapsed onto the couch like she had carried the w

Anora’s POV“I’m not staying in the same room with you,” I said firmly, turning toward the door. My voice carried finality, and for once, he didn’t try to stop me. Relief started to creep in, until his voice cut through the silence.“Wait.”I froze, my hand already on the doorknob.“If you’re not comfortable staying with me, fine. Sleep here. Alone. Just for tonight.” His footsteps moved closer, steady, unhurried. “But remember, it’s only for tonight.”I stiffened as he leaned in, his breath brushing my ear when he whispered, “Tomorrow night, I won’t be so merciful.”A shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it. What was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, I wasn’t about to sit around worrying. I could defend myself if I had to.He walked out, the door clicking softly behind him.I turned back to the large bedroom, the huge bed stretched neatly in the center, expensive sheets practically glowing under the dim light. Why would he give this up for me? I didn’t need his comforta

Anora’s POVI tried not to let my nerves show as Sebastian hugged Sara like she belonged to him. The way his arms wrapped around her, the kiss he placed on her forehead, it was too natural, too effortless. He didn’t look like a stranger meeting a child. He looked like… a father.My stomach twisted. I forced myself to stay calm, to pretend everything was fine. If he suspected, if he pressed me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold up under his stare. My act back at the apartment, and even in the car on the way to the mall, had already been shaky. I’d almost given myself away. And then, the necklace. God, why had I forgotten to take it off Sara’s neck? That single mistake could ruin everything.“Bye, princess.” He kissed her forehead again before we left. Sara waved, her tiny hand gripping Vanessa’s until the car pulled away from the curb.The ride back to the mansion was thick with silence. He didn’t speak, and I didn’t dare meet his eyes. If I did, he might bring her up again—Sara—and I