All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sophia’s POV……. I got to the house finally, I was dreading going in and seeing Adrian's lying face. I knew the truth now, and it was really a hard pill to swallow. My hand hovered over the handle for a second too long. Then I pushed it open. Laughter drifted from the living room, it was a familiar laughter. It made something in my chest crack violently. I stepped inside and saw them immediately. Adrian sat on the couch, relaxed. Lily curled beside him, one hand resting absentmindedly over her stomach as she laughed at something he’d said. A picture of peace, Of a perfect little family, filled with happiness. A picture I no longer belonged in. Lily looked up first. Her smile faded instantly. “Sophia? Hey… you’ve been gone all morning. Are you okay?” Her voice was gentle, almost concerned. It almost hurt me more. I didn’t answer. Adrian stood slowly. Cautiously, Like he was approaching a kid about to throw a tantrum. “Where have you been Sophia?“ He aske

Andrew’s POV……The hospital corridor felt too narrow, too bright, too loud.Every second dragged like a punishment.I paced the length of the floor for what felt like the hundredth time, my footsteps echoing sharply against the polished tiles. Nurses passed me with sympathetic glances. Doctors murmured in low tones. Machines beeped behind closed doors.None of it helped.Nothing helped.Lily was in there.And for the first time since I’d learned how to control chaos, I was completely powerless.I scrubbed a hand over my face, stopping in front of the large window at the end of the hallway. The city lights below blurred slightly as exhaustion settled behind my eyes.Pull it together, Sterling.I’d built companies from nothing. I’d negotiated impossible deals. I’d handled enemies who would’ve broken lesser men.But this?This was a different kind of battle.This was personal.A door opened behind me.I turned instantly.A doctor stepped out, her expression unreadable in that profession

Sophia’s POV……..Airports always felt like places where lives split in different directions.I sat beside Rick on the plane, hands folded in my lap, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beyond the window.Blank and empty__Kind of like my mind.He didn’t talk much during boarding. Just handled everything with calm efficiency—tickets, luggage, directions. Like he’d done this before. Like he knew how to take care of things, and take care of me.“You okay?” he asked softly once we were in the plane.I nodded. “I think so.”It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the full truth either.I wasn’t overwhelmed. I wasn’t panicking. I wasn’t scared in the way everyone seemed to expect me to be.I was just… empty.Like I was watching my life through glass.Rick didn’t push further. He just leaned back in his seat, giving me space. That felt considerate. Respectful.Something inside me loosened a little.___“Our home,” Rick said quietly as he parked, the car.I stared at the building.Two stories. White

Sophia's pov….Morning light slipped through the thin gaps in the curtains, painting pale gold lines across the ceiling.I lay there staring at them, counting each beam like it might help me organize the chaos inside my head.Rick’s house didn’t feel like home.Not yet.Maybe not ever.The bed was comfortable. Too comfortable. The kind of expensive mattress that swallowed you whole. The sheets smelled freshly washed, crisp and clean, but the air in the room felt… heavy. Like it carried memories that weren’t mine. Or maybe they were mine, buried too deep to reach.My head throbbed faintly.Dreams I couldn’t remember clung to me like fog.I pushed myself upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet met the cold floor, grounding me. Today, I decided, I wouldn’t just sit around drowning in confusion.Today, I would move.I padded into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and studied my reflection.Same eyes. Same mouth. Same face.But the girl looking back at me fe

Lily’s POV…..The sunlight streamed through the hospital curtains, warm but soft, brushing against my skin in a way that made me flinch. My body ached. Every movement was a reminder of the ordeal I had just been through—the pregnancy, the surgery, the pain that still lingered like an unwelcome shadow. I breathed slowly, trying to gather the energy to sit up.Andrew was already beside the bed, his hand steady on my arm. He was quiet, like he always was when I needed him most. “Take it slow,” he murmured, his deep voice grounding me.I winced as I shifted, the ache reminding me that I wasn’t fully healed. He leaned closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “I’ll help you,” he said softly, his eyes locking with mine.I nodded, grateful despite the embarrassment that bubbled in my chest. The postpartum diaper was… humiliating. And yet, Andrew handled it without a shred of discomfort. He lifted the sides, adjusted it carefully, making sure I was comfortable, and even though I