The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant
"You really thought I would marry someone like you?" His voice was as cold as ice while his blue eyes pierced through me without mercy. "You were just a convenient distraction.Victoria was always the woman I truly wanted by my side."
In that moment, I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces, but I swore to myself that those would be the last tears I would ever shed for Alexander Reed.
Sophia Morgan had always been a dedicated woman who built her career from the ground up. An orphan with no family support, she worked tirelessly until she became the Marketing Director of the Reed Group. When the powerful and arrogant CEO Alexander Reed noticed her, she believed she had found not only love but also a place to belong.
After three years as his secret lover, Sophia discovers in the worst way possible that she was merely a pastime for Alexander. During a corporate event, he publicly humiliates her by announcing his engagement to Victoria, Sophia's personal assistant, who had secretly conspired to take her place.
Devastated and with nowhere to go, Sophia tries to piece her life back together. But fate has other plans when she is forced to continue working at the same company, facing daily the man who destroyed her heart and the woman who stole her dreams.
In a world where power and money make the rules, Sophia will need to find the strength to survive alongside the man who betrayed her, while battling the feelings that still persist in her wounded heart.
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Chapter: Chapter 235Sophia's POVThe Morgan Holdings hall was full.It wasn't the biggest event I had ever organized, but it was, by far, the most important. Pink and white balloons hung from the ceiling, mixed with gold ribbons. A long table displayed appetizers and sweets. In the center, a two-tier cake – one tier with the company logo, the other with a miniature teddy bear.Two years of work. Two years of tears, of falls, of fresh starts. And there I was, standing beside the stage, Ingrid in my lap, the light blue dress falling over my shoulders."Nervous?" Michael asked beside me, his warm hand on my back."A little.""You're going to crush it. You always do."I looked at him. His eyes were fixed on me, full of a certainty I didn't know I needed to see."Thank you," I whispered."You don't need to thank me. It's the truth."I bit my lip to keep from crying before the speech.The room was full of familiar faces. Emma and Patrick, holding hands, Lizzie sitting on her father's shoulders. Mark, my right-h
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Chapter: Chapter 234Sophia's POV Months later, the contractions started at three in the morning. It wasn't like in the movies. There was no sudden breaking of water, no dramatic screams, no frantic rush to the hospital. It was a dull, low pain that came and went like a wave. "Are you okay?" Michael woke up next to me, his voice thick with sleep. "I think… I think it's today." He sat up in bed so fast he almost fell. His eyes were wide open, his hair disheveled, his breath caught. "Today? How do you know? What do I do? Do I call an ambulance? Emma? Is your bag already packed?" I laughed, even as the pain squeezed my belly. "Michael, breathe." "I'm not the one having a baby. I don't need to breathe." "Yes, you do. Or you'll pass out before I get to the hospital." He jumped out of bed, put his pants on inside out, fixed them, put his shirt on backwards, gave up. Grabbed my bag, the car keys, me. "Let's go." The drive to the hospital was a silent torture. The contractions came every five minutes
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Chapter: Chapter 233Sophia's POVVictoria's hands were trembling. She was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up against her chest, eyes fixed on nowhere. The white rope still lay forgotten between us.Her nose was running. She sniffled once, twice, but didn't wipe it. She just let the snot glisten in the room's dim light.The silence had lasted for centuries. Or maybe just minutes. I no longer knew."Don't say that again," Victoria whispered, her voice broken, wet. "Don't say I'm your sister again, you wretch."She took a deep breath. Or tried to. Her chest rose and fell in an uneven rhythm, as if the air wasn't reaching her. She sniffled again."I will never… never be your sister, do you hear me?"Her words hit me, but they no longer hurt. They only tired me.I remained standing. I looked at her. At the disheveled hair, at the oversized gown, at the hands that wouldn't stop shaking. At the snot running down. At the red, swollen eyes."So you already knew."She didn't answer. She just looked away."You k
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Chapter: Chapter 232Sophia's POVThe dream always started the same way.Richard was in the garden of Eleanor's mansion, fallen after the drop. His body didn't move, but his eyes were open. Fixed on me. I approached, the cold stone floor beneath my bare feet, and he didn't speak. Didn't ask for help. Didn't scream in pain. Just looked."Why did you never tell me I was your daughter?" My voice echoed in the dream, strange, distorted. "Why did you treat me so badly? Why did you want to destroy everything?"Silence.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, and his eyes remained there, glassy, watching me as if I were a ghost."Answer me, dammit! Why didn't you kill me when you could? Why did you wait?"Nothing.Just the wind in the trees of the mansion. Just his eyes. Just the silence growing between us until it became unbearable.And I woke up.My eyes opened to the bedroom ceiling. Cold sweat ran down my back. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my
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Chapter: Chapter 231Sophia's POVI looked at the ceiling, then at him."I forgave her," I said finally. "Simply forgave her."Michael didn't respond. He just waited."She's a woman that life broke. She made mistakes. Manipulated. Did horrible things. But deep down… she just wanted to protect her daughter. And she failed. She lived with that guilt for years. I don't want to carry that weight. Especially because I don't think it's up to me to judge her."He touched my face, his thumb gently brushing my cheek."And can you do it? Live with this?""I can. Because I have you. Because I have Emma and her family. Because I have people I chose by my side." I looked down at my belly. "Because I have a new life to take care of."His hand slid to my belly. His warm palm against the thin fabric of my shirt."I'm going to be a father," he whispered, as if trying the word for the first time."You are.""And you're going to be a mother.""I am."He kissed me. It wasn't a kiss of desire. It was a kiss of promise."I jus
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Chapter: Chapter 230Sophia's POV The car's ceiling, the leather seats, the dark glass… everything spun. I clutched the dossier against my chest so tightly my fingers hurt.The air ran out. The ground disappeared. And I stood there, paralyzed, while the world crumbled around me."Sophia," Eleanor called, her voice broken. "Please, say something."What could I say? That I was fine? I wasn't. That I forgave her? I didn't know. That I hated her? I didn't know that either."I spent years hating Richard for killing my daughter," Eleanor continued, tears streaming endlessly. "And now I find out he also raped her. That his blood runs in your veins. That my granddaughter is the daughter of my worst enemy."She rested her forehead against the front seat, her shoulders shaking."I feel like trash, Sophia. Trash. For not protecting Ingrid. For not looking for you. For letting hatred blind me for so long.""He knew," I whispered, my voice strange. "Richard knew who I was. That's why he pursued me. That's why he neve
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Chapter: Chapter 119 [The Ghost of Rome]Scarlett's POVThe gallery opening was nothing special.Another exhibition of overpriced photographs, another room full of wealthy patrons sipping champagne and pretending to understand art. I had been to a hundred of these events. I would probably go to a hundred more.It was business. Nothing more.I stood near the back of the room, a glass of wine in my hand, my eyes scanning the crowd. Nielsen had told me there would be important contacts here tonight. Potential clients. People who could help expand the agency.I didn't care. But I went through the motions anyway.The room was warm, crowded, loud. Laughter mingled with the clink of glasses. The walls were covered in black and white photographs—landscapes, portraits, abstract compositions that meant nothing to me.I was about to leave when I saw him.He was across the room, near the far wall, half-hidden behind a cluster of guests. An older man, silver-haired, leaning on a cane. His shoulders were slightly stooped, his posture betr
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Chapter: Chapter 118 [The Second Visit]Scarlett's POV One week passed. Then another. I didn't call. I didn't text. I let the silence stretch, let Vivienne wonder if I would keep my promise. Let her hope. And then, on a gray Tuesday afternoon, I drove back to the clinic. The same iron gates. The same manicured grounds. The same antiseptic smell mingled with lavender. The same nurse at the front desk, her smile slightly warmer this time. "Mrs. Moore. Mrs. Sterling has been asking about you." My heart quickened, but I kept my expression pleasant. "Has she?" "Every day." The nurse lowered her voice conspiratorially. "She's not used to visitors. When you came last week, it was the first time anyone had visited her in months." "How tragic," I said softly, the words dripping with false sympathy. "She's in the garden again. She spends most of her time there." I nodded and made my way through the corridors. My heels clicked against the polished floors, each step measured, deliberate. When I stepped through the glass doo
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Chapter: Chapter 117 [The Garden]Scarlett's POVVivienne's eyes narrowed, studying my face with the sharp intensity of a woman who had spent decades reading people. Even now, broken and dying, there was something predatory in her gaze."I don't know you," she said slowly, her voice thin and reedy. "But you... you look familiar. Have we met before?"I softened my expression, letting warmth creep into my smile. "No, Mrs. Sterling. We've never met. I'm Scarlett Moore. I run a photography agency in London.""A photography agency?" She tilted her head, the movement slow and labored. "Why would someone from a photography agency visit me here?""I'm working on a project," I said gently. "A series of portraits of influential women. Your name came up, and I was hoping to discuss the possibility of including you."She laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Influential women? I'm stuck in this garden, my dear. There's nothing influential about that.""On the contrary." I stepped closer, my voice soft and warm. "The Sterling name stil
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Chapter: Chapter 116 [The Visit]Scarlett's POVThe restaurant was small and intimate, tucked away in a quiet corner of London. My father had chosen it himself—a place he used to visit with my mother, back when they were young and in love.I watched him from across the table as he studied the menu, his weathered fingers tracing the words with careful precision. He looked tired today. More tired than usual. The disease was taking its toll, eating away at him slowly but steadily.But when he looked up and smiled at me, I saw the same light in his eyes that had been there since the day we met. The same love. The same pride."You look beautiful, my dear," he said. "That color suits you."I glanced down at my burgundy blouse, then back up at him. "Thank you, Father. You look well."He laughed, a dry, rasping sound. "Liar. I look like death warmed over. But I appreciate the sentiment."I reached across the table and took his hand. "You're still here. That's all that matters."He squeezed my fingers gently. "And I plan to s
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Chapter: Chapter 115 [The Morning After]Scarlett's POVThe morning light crept through the curtains, pale and gray. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marcus's face—the shock, the anger, the confusion. The way his hands had trembled. The way his voice had cracked.I felt nothing.I sat up in bed, my feet touching the cold floor. The silk of my nightgown whispered against my skin as I walked to the window. London stretched out below me, gray and indifferent. The city didn't care about my revenge. The city didn't care about anything.Good. Neither did I.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I walked over and picked it up.Unknown number.I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I answered."Hello?""Scarlett." Marcus's voice came through, rough and tired. "Please don't hang up. I need to talk to you."I said nothing."I know I shouldn't have called. I know I made a fool of myself last night." He paused, and I heard him take a shaky breath. "But I can't stop thinking about you. About what you said. Abou
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Chapter: Chapter 114 [The Exit]Scarlett's POV"I said shut up!" Marcus was on his feet now, towering over me. His face was flushed with anger, his hands trembling at his sides. "You don't get to talk about her. You don't get to talk about any of it. Who the hell do you think you are?"I remained seated, completely still. I let the silence stretch, let his anger hang in the air between us. The entire restaurant was watching now. Whispering. Staring. Judging.I didn't care.Slowly, deliberately, I picked up my wine glass. Took a sip. Set it down with a soft clink against the white tablecloth.Then I looked up at him. My eyes were cold. Empty. Unimpressed."I think," I said, my voice low and calm, "that you're making a scene, Mr. Sterling. And it's quite unbecoming of a man of your... stature."He stared at me, breathing heavily. "You—""Sit down." My voice was flat, commanding. "Sit down and compose yourself. You're embarrassing yourself."He didn't move. His fists were still clenched, his jaw tight."I said sit down
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