All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrian’s POV……The office was silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant clatter of keyboards from the staff working downstairs. I sat at the corner of the large mahogany table, leaning back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin. Across from me, Andrew scrolled through his laptop with a tension I could feel radiating off him.“Any luck?” I asked, my voice clipped and impatient.Andrew shook his head, jaw tight. “Nothing. She’s off the radar. The last signal from her phone was… not even in the country.”I slammed my fist on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Not in the country?” I repeated, disbelief and frustration mingling. “She didn’t leave a note, no message, nothing?”“Nothing,” Andrew said, his tone grim. “It’s like she vanished.”I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my mind racing. Sophia. Her face, her voice, the way she had looked at me in the park—the hurt, the defiance, the tears—I replayed it all in my mind over and over. And

Sophia’s POV…… It was morning already, I woke up slowly, the pale sunlight spilling across my bed, warn against my cheeks, for a moment I stayed still, I looked around, I was still lying on the floor clutching the roses. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Then I heard him. His Footsteps were calm and controlled. I sat up immediately Rick stood near the doorway when I lifted my head He was already dressed. He was wearing a crisp blue shirt and dark jeans with his hair neatly styled. He was composed like nothing ugly had happened between us the night before. Like I hadn’t cried myself empty while eating the food he brought as an apology. His eyes softened when he saw I was awake. “Good morning my love ,” he said gently. My throat felt tight. “Morning.” He stepped fully into the room, holding something behind his back. Then he brought it forward. A dress. Not just any dress. A soft cream-colored fabric with delicate straps it was light and elegant. The kind of d

Sophia’s POV………My head aches as soon as I open my eyes, I groan and clutch it, the smell of rotten flowers full the room. Where am I?I look around the room, it's empty with just a single window , and when I look closely I see it Bouquets of roses, a lot of them, almost a hundred. Dead rotten roses.They were piled across the floor in wilted heaps. Lining the walls. Scattered across furniture. Stuffed into vases, overflowing from baskets, spilling over chairs, crawling across every surface like a sickness.Hundreds of them.Their petals were shriveled, brown at the edges, red turned dark like dried blood. The air was thick with decay.My stomach turned violently.“What…?” My voice came out hoarse.JJ then my head throbbed, I groaned and grabbed it and that's when the flashbacks started Rick standing over me, his jaw tight, his voice low and furious.“You made me do this.”A bouquet shoved into my arms while my cheek burned.“Roses mean I’m sorry.”Me crying, hands shaking, tr

Lily’s POV…..My hands were still shaking long after the call ended, my heart was beating too fast.Sophia’s voice still echoed in my ears.Rick wants to kill me.I didn’t even realize I was crying until warm tears splashed onto my knuckles.“No… no no no…” My voice cracked as I fumbled for my phone again,I tried calling her back Switched off Shit!! I called Andrew immediately He picked up on the first ring. “Hello love?“ He said “You need to come to the house right now, Sophia called me” “On my way”I cut the call and changed out of my robe to something decent, before they come back. I walked into Aria's room, she was holding our baby. We haven't given her a name yet because I wanted Sophia to name her. “Hi lily”“Hi Aria__Hi baby” I said touching the baby's cheeks She chuckled warmly at her, I was just done feeding her when I heard the front door open. “Lily?“ Andrew called outI came out of the room and saw he and Adrian “Hi mama” Adrian said I waved at him,

Sophia’s POV……I woke up to a haze of pain and disorientation.Every movement sent sharp, fiery bolts of pain, through my legs, my broken bones screaming at me with every twitch. The morning light filtered faintly through the grimy curtains, but it did nothing to ease the pain clouding my mind. I lay there, listening carefully. The house was silent. Too silent.Rick must have gone out.I didn’t dare hope too much. Not after everything. But a tiny, fragile thread of relief curled in my chest. If he wasn’t here… maybe I could try to escape again.I swallowed against the raw ache in my throat and tried to push myself up. Pain shot through my broken leg and I swallowed a scream. A grunt escaped my lips as I crawled toward the door. Each movement was torturous, every step a reminder of how trapped I was, I crawled on my knees and hands till I got to the door.I used the stem I always hid to open the door, luckily Rick didn't bolt it today, he thought because he broke my leg I was usele