All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sophia's POV I walked into the kitchen, trying to quiet the anxiety gnawing at me from the inside. Did I lock the study door? What if someone went through the documents? I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. I was being paranoid.But the scene before me almost made me forget it all. Michael had set a breakfast table worthy of a boutique hotel. The aroma of fresh coffee and crispy bacon filled the air. Fresh orange juice, golden toast, steaming scrambled eggs... and in the center, resting on a linen napkin beside my plate, a simple yellow flower picked from our garden."You've outdone yourself," I said, sitting down and touching the soft petal.Michael turned from the stove, a wooden spoon in hand. "For you, no effort is too great." His eyes scanned my face, searching for clues to my true state. He came over and poured the coffee with a delicacy that always surprised me, coming from someone so strong."I spoke with Patrick yesterday," he mentioned, going back to the eggs. "He's

Sophia's POV “What…,” she whispered, her voice so low I almost didn't hear it, “did you just say?”The question hung in the air, laden with an unspoken threat. Each syllable sounded like the rustle of a snake about to strike.I took a deep breath, feeling the leather of my chair under my fingers, and held my ground.“I said I cannot accept,” I repeated, my voice firmer now, even though my heart was beating like a drum inside my chest.Then I sighed, slowly spinning the pen on the desk between my fingers."A CEO position..." I said, looking at the marketing reports spread out before me before lifting my eyes to meet Irina's icy gaze."Especially in a subsidiary this size... requires a dedication that, to be honest, I can't offer at the moment."My pen paused over the stack of documents."It would completely change my focus," I continued, slowly turning a page. "And would require those sudden trips, you know?"I crossed my arms, feeling the soft fabric of my blouse against my skin, and

Victoria's POVMy new mansion with Alexander was a monument to impersonal taste. As I walked through the dressing room, my eyes fixed on my own reflection in the full-length mirror. My hands instinctively went down to my flat stomach, pressing against the thin silk of the robe."This stomach has to be pregnant," I whispered to my reflection, my fingers clenching the fabric. "That imbecile doctor doesn't know what he's talking about." I leaned closer to the mirror, searching for any sign he might have missed. "You are pregnant, Victoria. You will give the man of your life an heir. Isn't that right, my future baby?"For a moment, I could almost feel a presence there, a promise of what was to come. But then reality imposed itself, and my fists clenched against the very emptiness. "Damn doctor!" I hissed quietly at the reflection. "But I'll try with another one. I'll find someone who isn't completely incompetent."It was then that the cell phone rang, breaking the oppressive silence o

Victoria's POVI couldn't contain myself. I grabbed her arm and squeezed it tightly, my anger finally overflowing after years of enduring her provocations."Let me go, Vicky! It hurts!" Lila tried to free herself, but my fingers only tightened more, leaving red marks on her pale skin."Learn once and for all, you idiot," I whispered, pulling her closer until our noses almost touched. "No one - are you listening to me? - no one threatens me!""Stop, please! It really hurts!" She repeatedly hit my arm with her free hand, in a sign of surrender. "It's not good for the baby you're expecting! Stress is bad!"So this worthless woman hadn't heard the first part about me consulting the other doctor. Interesting. I filed that information away for future use.I released her arm abruptly, making her stagger backward.Lila brought her hand to the reddened arm, tears in her eyes - whether they were real or not, I couldn't tell. She had always been a talented actress."Have you learned your lesson

Sophia's POV The sound of my own voice echoed through the kitchen, louder and sharper than I had intended."Michael, you're just like all the other men! I can never fully trust you!"My hands were trembling so much I had to hide them in the folds of my skirt. The coffee cup I had been holding moments before was now knocked over on the table, the brown liquid spreading like a stain across the polished wood.Michael recoiled as if I had hit him. His eyes, normally so calm and calculating, were wide with disbelief."No, Sophia. Don't compare me to Alexander or to Richard Pierce, please." His voice was a thread of patience about to snap. "I've given you a thousand and one reasons to show you can trust me. Do you remember everything we've been through? Do you remember what I did to protect you from them?""Then why won't you tell me?" My voice broke, and I hated the vulnerability that showed through. "Why won't you tell me who this damn woman named Eleanor is? It seems like the whole wor