All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Andrew’s POV……The conference room on the forty-second floor felt colder than usual. Maybe it was the air conditioning, or maybe it was the weight of what we were about to begin. My lawyers sat around the table—four of the sharpest attorneys in the country, all staring at the files I’d dumped in front of them.“Mr. Sterling,” Colonel Price, the oldest and most no-nonsense of the group, said as he flipped through the evidence. “You understand what this case implies? Once we file—your father will be charged with homicide, manipulation of medical reports, and decades of financial abuse. There’s no going back.”“I don’t want to go back,” I said calmly. “I want to go through.”Price nodded once, accepting my resolve.I laid both palms on the glossy table. “We push forward. Full speed.”One of the younger lawyers, Evelyn Trent, cleared her throat. “The DA is cooperating, but we still need to prepare for retaliation. Your father has influence—judges, officials, even a few board members at S

Andrew's pov……….Lily was missing, I came home to find Aria panicking and Aiden holding her “What happened? Where is lily?“ I snapped “She left the house in the morning, to go clean up her apartment, I tried claliyher many times, she didn't pick up I'm worried” Aria saidI grabbed my keys and Aiden followed me, I drove to lily's house, the door was broken open and there was a little smear of blood on the pavement “Lily” I said as I rushed inThe living area was a mess, like there was a struggle, her phone was laying on the floor. “We need to call the police” Aiden said Just then my phone notification popped up, a video from am unknown number.I replayed the video for the seventh time.The first time, I’d felt my heart stop.The second time, fury had slammed through me so violently I nearly crushed my phone in my hand.By the seventh… I was no longer human. I was something else. Something colder.Lily.Her blonde hair loose.Her dress torn.Her chest exposed — humiliated on

ANDREW’S POV .....The city looked different when you knew you were about to burn part of it down.From the top floor of the company — not mine, not anymore — the skyline stretched out like a battlefield waiting for a signal flare. Glass and steel, wealth and secrets, all of it built on lies that wore my family’s name.Sterling.I tasted it like poison.Adrian stood at the long table, every screen alive. Blueprints. Timelines. Names. Movement patterns. Financial structures. Surveillance loops. He wasn’t smiling. He never smiled when things got real.I dropped my jacket over the chair and rolled my sleeves up.“We don’t rush this,” he said immediately. “Ryan wants you emotional. Your father wants you cornered. If we make one wrong move—”“They kill her,” I finished calmly.Silence stretched.Adrian exhaled. “Yes.”I nodded once. “Then we don’t make wrong moves.”I leaned over the table and tapped the screen showing Sterling Enterprises Headquarters — the original building. The symbol.

Lily’s POV…..The cold night air hit my skin the moment Andrew carried me outside.I sucked in a shaky breath, my lungs burning like I’d been underwater too long. The world felt unreal—sirens wailing in the distance, red lights flashing against warehouse walls, smoke curling into the sky like something out of a nightmare.But Andrew was real.His arms were locked around me, solid, warm, familiar. I buried my face into his chest, breathing him in like oxygen.“You’re safe,” he murmured against my hair. “I’ve got you.”That was it.The dam broke.I clung to him, fingers twisting into his shirt, my body shaking violently as sobs ripped out of me. Ugly, broken sobs. The kind I’d been holding in since the moment Ryan’s hands touched me.Andrew stopped walking.He held me tighter.“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it out, sweetheart. You’re here. I’m here.”I pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was hard and soft at the same time—jaw clenched, eyes burning with something dark and

Lily’s POV…….Selling my house felt stranger than I expected.Everything going on right now, felt like a dream, one moment i as graduating and playing strip poker with a stranger and now I'm a victim and survivor of a kidnapping and selling my house.I stood in the doorway one last time, keys cold in my palm, staring at the walls that had held too many versions of me—hopeful, broken, stubborn, scared. This place had been my first taste of independence, my first real failure, my first lesson in letting go.It wasn’t sadness that tightened my chest.It was relief.I handed the keys to the agent and walked away without looking back.By the time I got into the car Andrew had sent for me, my phone buzzed.Andrew:It’s done. I had someone wire the money to the authorities. They found your father. He’s being taken back to rehab tonight. Long-term. Secure.My fingers trembled as I read the message again.Tears blurred my vision.For the first time in years, my father was no longer my respons