Todos los capítulos de A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Sophia’s POV…….I was in my room when the news sank in.Not just heard it—felt it.My phone lay on the bed beside me, screen glowing with Lily’s message, the little ring emoji practically vibrating with excitement.> I said yes. I’m engaged.I stared at it for a full minute before I screamed.I actually screamed.I threw the phone onto the bed, clapped my hands over my mouth, and spun in a small, ridiculous circle like I was sixteen again and not a grown woman with bills and stress and a job that ate my soul.Lily. Engaged.After everything she’d been through—Ryan, her father, the kidnapping, the fear—she got a man who would burn empires for her and still look at her like she hung the moon.I flopped onto the bed, smiling at the ceiling.My best friend deserved the best in the world, she's the sweetest angelive ever met.“About damn time,” I muttered.I was still riding that happiness when my phone buzzed again.> We’re at a bar downtown. Don’t ask. Come if you want.I frowned.Anothe

Lily’s POV…….I woke up wrapped in warmth.Not the expensive, sterile kind that came from heated floors or silk sheets—but the real kind. The kind that hummed through skin and bone. The kind that made you forget, just for a second, that the world had ever been cruel.Andrew’s arm was draped over my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breathing was slow, deep, steady against my back, and I lay there listening to it like it was proof of something sacred. That he was here. That we were here.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and smiled when he instinctively pulled me closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck.“Don’t disappear,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“I’m not,” I whispered back, my chest tightening. “I’m right here.”That seemed to satisfy him. His grip loosened just enough for me to slip out of bed, my feet touching the cool marble floor. I grabbed one of his shirts from the chair—too big, soft, smelling like him—and pulled it on as I padded

Lily’s POV……..The morning smelled like jasmine and coffee and possibility.I stood in front of the penthouse mirror, tying my hair into a loose knot for the third time, then undoing it again. My reflection looked back at me with wide eyes and a soft smile that still surprised me.I was getting married.The words felt unreal in my mouth, like a secret I was still learning how to say out loud. Married. To Andrew. To the man who had burned down his world to save mine, who carried storms in his chest and still looked at me like I was something holy.My phone buzzed on the counter.Sophia: I’m outside. If you’re not ready, I’m dragging you out in pajamas.I laughed, grabbed my bag, and headed out. “Be safe and remember to text me everytime” Andrew said “Ok boss” I said and kisses his cheeks, he slapped my ass and I chuckled and walked out.Sophia was already vibrating with excitement when I got into the car, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, lips glossy, energy contagious.“Ok

Lily’s POV…….By the time I got home, the city lights were already softening into something gentler, like the world was finally exhaling after a long, exhausting day.The penthouse felt warm when I stepped inside. Not just temperature-wise—emotionally. Lived-in. Safe. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel lonely, just… held.I slipped off my shoes by the door and padded farther in, my heart doing that stupid little flutter it always did now, because I knew Andrew was here. Somewhere. Existing in the same space as me.He was in the living room, jacket tossed over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up, a glass of water forgotten on the table beside him. He was scrolling through something on his tablet, brows furrowed in concentration.For a moment, I just stood there and watched him.Andrew Sterling—once the untouchable billionaire CEO, once the man I’d been afraid to look directly at—now sitting barefoot in his own home, worrying lines etched into his forehead because of cake tastings an

Andrew’s pov……..The first thing I learned that morning was this: cake tasting is not, in any universe, a calm activity.I stood in the kitchen fastening my cufflinks while Lily moved around me, barefoot, humming softly, her newly black hair brushing her jaw every time she bent to grab her phone or purse. I still wasn’t used to it—the way the darker color sharpened her features, made her eyes look brighter, made her look both softer and stronger at the same time.She caught me staring.“What?” she asked, smiling as she slipped on a light jacket.“I’m trying to decide if I should be offended that you became even more beautiful after saying yes to me,” I said.She laughed, the sound warm and unguarded. “You’ll survive.”“I might not,” I replied gravely. “I’m already weak.”Aiden snorted from the couch. Aria kicked his leg.“Ew,” Aria said. “Please don’t flirt before breakfast.”Lily leaned down and kissed the top of Aria’s head. “Too late.”We left the twins behind with strict instructi