Semua Bab A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Andrew’s POVThe house was dead quiet when I walked in.That kind of silence that didn’t mean peace — it meant something was wrong.I climbed the stairs to my father’s study, my shoes echoing against the marble. The door was half open. Blood pooled on the floor like spilled ink, dark and sticky.“Andrew…”Eleanore’s trembling voice made my jaw tighten. Her hair was tangled, a patch of it missing from her scalp, blood running down her cheek.“What the fuck happened?” I growled.“It’s nothing,” she whispered, clutching her arm. “Why are you here?”I scoffed. “Why am I here? You think I can just sit back while he keeps doing this?”Few days after my mother’s suicide, Eleanore was brought into the house. My father’s new obsession. My mother’s replacement. My stepmother. And his new punching bag. Every time I tried to help, she’d push me away, muttering “Don’t make it worse.”Then came the twins. Fragile, quiet things that looked at me like I was their savior. They were the only reason I

Lily's pov……. The mirror didn’t lie. For the first time in weeks, I looked… alive. The soft curls framed my face like falling ribbons, brushing against my collarbones with every move. The stylist had cut my hair in layers, giving it a bounce I never had the confidence to try before. It made me look lighter—like I’d let go of something I didn’t even realize I was holding. The black satin dress hugged my body in all the right places, delicate straps tracing over my shoulders. The neckline was modest, but the sheen of the fabric made it look daring under the light. Paired with silver heels and a faint cherry lip tint, I felt like a stranger in my own skin. A prettier, braver stranger. I was heading to the Obsidian club, I don't why I was doing that but I know I had to, to release some tension. When I walked into the Obsidian Club, the night was already alive. Low jazz floated through the dark room, glasses clinked, laughter blurred with the hum of soft conversations. The air

Lily’s POV……….The office felt unusually light that morning, the kind of hum that comes before something unexpected. I’d barely taken three sips of my coffee when the glass doors slid open and a Adrian Wolfe walked in — sharp jaw, faint smile, eyes that held a kind of quiet mischief. Looking very much like a predator trapped in a suit.“Morning,” he greeted, stopping at my desk. “Mr Adrian” I said blinking He chuckled “What brings you here?“ I asked “Investor. Old friend of Andrew’s.”I nodded “How have you been?“ He asked “I've been well and Sophia is great” I said smiling wit mischief He laughed He leaned casually against the desk. “Anyway, I came to drop off something for his birthday.”I froze. “His what?”“His birthday. You didn’t know?”I shook my head, guilt pooling in my chest. “He didn’t say anything.”Adrian chuckled softly. “He never does. Hates attention. But it’s today.” He glanced around. “Looks like he’s not in yet.”“He’s been busy lately,” I murmured

— Andrew’s POV...... The city was still glowing from the gala, but my veins burned with something uglier than champagne. I drove to the address Sabrina had texted to me, she was sitting on a chair sipping some juice when I walked up to her. “What the fuck Sabrina ___why would you do that to her?“ I snapped Sabrina only rolled her eyes “She's just an assistant, why has she gotten you all worked up” I stepped menacingly towards her “Don't ever lay your hands on her" I warned “Andrew we're getting married soon, you need to stop all this frolicking and propose so I can post it online” “I am not proposing” Her eyes flashed with anger You should be grateful, Andrew. Marrying me keeps your family name clean. I can always tell your father you’ve been… difficult.” She let out her cruel calculating smirk and went back to sipping her juice “What do you gain out of this?“ I asked her “I've pinned after you Andrew, always, I found an opportunity and took it”

Lily’s POV The night air bit against my skin as I stepped out of the cab. The glowing sign of The Obsidian Club pulsed like a heartbeat — steady, hypnotic, dangerous. I told myself I wasn’t coming here for him. I told myself I only wanted to forget Andrew Sterling — his kiss, his temper, his fiancée. But lies taste sweeter in the dark. Inside, the music throbbed low, velvet and sinful. The scent of leather, smoke, and expensive perfume hung thick in the air. I adjusted the black satin dress clinging to me — the one Sophia had called “a statement.” Maybe it was. Maybe I was tired of being quiet, of pretending I wasn’t falling apart over a man who wasn’t mine. A hand brushed my arm lightly. “Welcome back, Miss Lily,” Adrian Wolfe’s smooth voice greeted. He stood at the bar, smiling as if he knew all my secrets. “You look... Tired,” he murmured. “Maybe I am,” I replied. He studied me, then nodded toward the upper floor. “Someone requested your presence.” My stomach