Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father

Sophia’s POV “There are only two rules Sophia,” Micheal said with his eyes fixed on mine “one, don't fall in love with me, two don't get pregnant !” This words were on replay in my head each time I was with Mr Michael Mahone. When I heard the news that he would be engaged to an heiress the following week, he was in my bed, buried deep inside me. The television in my room had been murmuring in the background all evening, though I hadn’t paid much attention to it. But the words “Mahone Group,” spoken in the sharp voice of the anchor, caught my ear. I tilted my head toward the screen, my breathing still erratic from the exertion of our coupling. “Michael Mahone, CEO of Mahone Group, is set to announce his engagement to heiress Cindy Berlick next week. This marks the merger of two major business empires, one of the most anticipated unions in the industry.” After we finished, he sat at the edge of my bed, his shirt still unbuttoned, tie draped around his neck, only his belt wa

Sophia’s POV Before I could leave, he stepped closer, with his hands around my waist, he unzipped the side of my dress and reached inside. “Mr Mahone? I think Ms. Cindy will not enjoy the rest of the evening seeing this.” I stiffened as his hands reached to my bra, he put his hands on my breast.“Your fiancee is out there! Mr Mahone?” “Sit,” he interrupted, and brought me into his arms.. I hesitated, glancing toward the hallway where Cindy had disappeared. The last thing I needed was for her to return and see this. I spun to face him, glaring. “Your fiancée will be back any minute,” I hissed, panic rising in my chest. “Did I hurt you that night?” he asked, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. The question made my stomach flip. Memories of the night we had been together flooded back his rough hands, the way he’d pushed me to my limits and made me come, and the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure that had left me breathless. “No,” I said quickly, my voice barely audible.

Sophia’s POV The notification of my day off came as a surprise. Michael rarely let me out of his grasp, even for a moment. I tried not to read too much into it, but the thought of a free day made my shoulders relax for the first time in weeks. I wasn’t used to unexpected kindness at work or anywhere, really but when Michael’s assistant informed me I had the day to myself, I didn’t question it. Instead, I texted Crystal June, my closest friend, asking if I could drop by. “Of course, come over! I’ve got snacks,” she replied almost instantly, followed by a heart emoji. Crystal and I had been friends since high school. She had always been the sunny, outgoing one, the kind of person who could make anyone feel better just by being around her. Even now, as adults, she managed to find the silver lining in everything. When I arrived at her apartment, she greeted me with a hug and a wide grin. “You look like you could use a break,” she said, ushering me inside. “You have no idea,” I m

Sophia’s POV The notification buzzed on my phone early in the morning, the sound cutting through the stillness of my apartment. I rolled over in bed, dreading what I already knew I’d see. Debt Reminder:Amount overdue: 100,000$. Failure to pay may result in further action. I closed my eyes, the words searing themselves into my mind. My stomach churned, and I let out a shaky breath. This wasn’t new these reminders were constant. The creditors didn’t care about my circumstances, my struggles, or how hard I was working to stay afloat. All they cared about was the money. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, I forced myself out of bed. There was no point in delaying. I needed to face Lincoln Burrows, the man behind the loan company that held most of my debt. The bank was quiet that morning, the hum of machinery and hushed conversations creating a tense, sterile atmosphere. I withdrew what little I could spare from my account, my fingers trembling slightly as I stuffed th

Sophia’s POV By the time I finished my shift, my arm throbbed relentlessly despite the makeshift bandage I’d applied at the restaurant. My exhaustion weighed heavily on me, both physical and emotional. As I trudged home, my phone buzzed with a call from Crystal. “Sophia,” her voice was immediately concerned. “I heard about what happened. Are you okay?” I sighed, clutching the phone tightly. “I’m fine, Crystal. It’s just a burn. I’ll take care of it.” “No, you won’t,” she replied firmly. “You’re going to the hospital. I’m picking you up in five minutes. Don’t argue with me.” True to her word, Crystal arrived in a flurry of determination, ushering me into her car and driving me to the nearest hospital. The hospital visit was quick. The doctor cleaned the burn, applied a soothing ointment, and wrapped my arm in a fresh bandage. “It’s a second-degree burn, but it should heal well if you take care of it,” the doctor explained. Crystal hovered by my side, her protective energy a