All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lily’s POV.....Mondays were never my thing, but this one… this one burned before it even began.The office felt too bright, too alive, too wrong when I walked in. Conversations hushed around me like whispers on a battlefield. People glanced my way and then looked down, pretending to type.That’s when I saw her.Sabrina Gorgeous. Composed. Cold.Wearing a white designer suit that probably cost more than my rent, she stood beside Andrew’s office door like she owned the place.My stomach twisted.Of course she was here. The fiancée. The reminder that whatever spark had existed between Andrew and me was nothing but a cruel illusion.“Good morning,” I said tightly, trying to keep my voice even as I passed.Her lips curved. “Miss Hart, isn’t it?” Her tone dripped honeyed venom. “You’re Andrew’s assistant, right? I thought you’d be… earlier.”My fingers curled around the folder I was holding. “Can I help you with something?”She smiled — slow, deliberate, a performance of superiority. “Act

Lily's pov…..I opened the door to my house, and walked in, my dad followed me inside, still smelling of alcohol and he was clutching a small can of beer in his hands, I tried to hide my disgust.I dropped my bag on the table, trembling. “You can’t just show up like this.”“I can do whatever I damn well please,” he snapped, pushing off the couch. “This is my daughter’s house, isn’t it? Don’t I get a drink?”I clenched my fists. “You can’t drink here.”“What are you even doing here, how did you get my address?“ I snapped “That shouldn't bother you kid” “I sent you there to get better, and stop being like this” Hi eyes turned red like they always did when he was drunk and upset and he would smack me and mum around,His hand shot out, snatching his my bag from my shelf. “Relax, Lily. I’m not staying. I just need some cash. You’re doing well now, huh? Working for the big boss, dressing nice.”“Don’t do this,” I whispered, tears stinging. “You promised me—”He scoffed. “Promises ar

— Andrew’s POVThe Sterling estate always smelled the same — faint oak, cold marble, and something metallic that made my stomach tighten every time I stepped inside.I hadn’t been here in weeks. Not since my father’s last meeting that ended with him reminding me — threatening me — that family came before my “pet projects,” meaning Lily.But I wasn’t here to talk.I was here to dig.My father wasn’t around — out at a merger meeting, according to the staff — which gave me the window I needed.I went straight to his office.The space was pristine, too pristine. Not a paper out of place, not a file left open. My father was many things — controlling, calculating, cruel when he wanted to be — but careless wasn’t one of them.I scanned the corners, eyes narrowing.There — two small black dots near the bookshelf. Cameras. I crouched, checking beneath the desk, under the painting of the Sterling crest. Three more. Hidden.So that was how he’d kept tabs on everyone. Even his own son.I unplugge

Lily's pov…..I was still drinking when Adrian Wolfe walked up to me “Miss lily__nice to meet you again” he said “Mr Adrian” I drawled “Mr silver is requesting your prescence” I got up to follow him, we walked together and arrived at a room I walked in and the room was pitch dark I fumbled for the switch “I like the dark” the deep voice drawled I gulped , I heard his footsteps but couldn't pin where he was “You're a very beautiful thing miss Lily" “I am not a thing, Mr silver” I said He chuckled “It seems tonight you're on edge” he said “Well who wouldn't be__my boss's fiance threatened me earlier and I come home and get harassed by my ex” Everywhere turned death silent “Harassed?“ “Yes but I've handled it” was all I said “I want us to have a little fun tonight” “You ask me to strip and then run away?“ I taunted He laughed Very familiar “Who is your boss?“ He asked “A man, he frequents here often but I haven't seen him” “Andrew sterling?

Andrew’s POV…Adrian leaned against the corner of my desk, arms folded, expression grim.The only sound in the office was the faint hum of the city through the windows and the slow, rhythmic tick of the wall clock.“You’re not going to like this,” he said finally.“Then say it,” I muttered, eyes on the manila folder he’d just dropped on my desk. I’d spent the last two days digging through my father’s office files, looking for answers about that photograph. A man in his late thirties, standing beside my mother, smiling. She looked happy—too happy for a woman married to my father.Adrian exhaled. “The man in the picture—his name’s Jonathan Hale. He and your mother… were together for a while. Before your father.”My grip tightened on the edge of the desk. “Together,” I repeated flatly. “You mean—”“They were engaged,” Adrian said quietly. “She left him after she met your father. Apparently, it wasn’t a clean break. Hale left the country, built a life somewhere in Italy. Then… nothing. He