All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sophia's POVThe view from my office on the top floor of the skyscraper in Midtown was my daily dose of energy. From there, New York wasn't just a city, it was an empire of possibilities, and for the first time, I was building my own."Dr. Morgan, the financial reports for the last quarter," said my assistant, Ben, a very sharp young man, placing the tablet on my glass desk. "The 'Phoenix' project yielded a profit forty-two percent above expectations. Morgan Holdings has just made the list of the top five strategic consulting firms in the country." He paused for dramatic effect, holding back a smile. "We even beat the Reed Group for the Swiss conglomerate's bid."I shook my head, and an equally restrained smile escaped me. "Thank you, Ben. You can leave."As soon as the frosted glass door closed, leaving me alone in the silence of my success, my smile faded. Victory tasted bittersweet.Morgan Holdings. A strong, imposing name. A facade to hide a foundation built on the ruins of the

Sophia's POV Before I could even react, she was already approaching with that poisonous smile which, to my misfortune, I knew so well. "You know something, Sophia?" she began, her voice dripping pure venom. "I didn't know how stupid you were until I found out you came back to the same place where I humiliated you so many times. My eternal assistant... Some things never change, do they?" I took a deep breath, completely ignoring her words. I needed to keep my composure. I grabbed my phone with hands that insisted on trembling and called the insurance company. "Yes, hello? I need to report a rear-end collision on Fifth Avenue and..." I started, forcing my voice to sound calm. Victoria laughed, a sharp, unpleasant sound. "Still using that poor-little-me voice? How pathetic." With abrupt movements, Victoria opened the rear door of her car. Leaning inside, she unbuckled the boy's seatbelt with a sharp click. "Sit right there, Liam. Mommy needs to sort out a few little things with

Sophia's POV The woman entered the office with a confidence that immediately put me on alert. It wasn't the posture of a bank employee — it was the attitude of someone who knew they belonged in that space. "Sophia Morgan?" She extended her hand with a professional smile. "Vanessa Sterling. Evans was called away for a family emergency, so I'll be taking over your account." Her handshake was firm, her blue eyes assessing me with a curiosity that went beyond professional. "Let's sit," she said, heading to the desk as if it were hers. "I understand you have concerns about some transactions in your account." I tried to suppress my discomfort. "Yes, recurring deposits of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I need to understand the origin." The woman activated a tablet, her fingers sliding across the screen with familiarity. "Indeed, quite substantial transactions. And you don't know the originator?" "If I knew, I wouldn't be here," I replied, more curtly than I intended. Her eye

Alexander’s POVParis smelled of recent rain, bitter coffee, and the past.Three years.Three years since I saw Michael Carter pull the trigger.Three years since Sophia's life slipped through my fingers, not because I let go, but because she herself tore her hand from mine, choosing the 'hero' who saved her with a single move. A move that I, with all my resources, never had the chance to make.The apartment in Le Marais was vast and empty. A marble and glass mausoleum I had bought to forget. It didn't work.I ran my fingers through my hair, which now reached almost to my shoulders, another mark of my surrender. I had let it grow as if, by abandoning the impeccable haircut of CEO Alexander Reed, I could also abandon the man he was. An obsessed, defeated man, who watched, paralyzed, as the love of his life chose another because of a bullet.The bathroom mirror reflected a physical transformation that found no echo inside. Where once there was the elegant tension of a tycoon, now there

Sophia's POV Vanessa held my gaze for a second longer than was comfortable, an enigmatic smile lingering on her lips.Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she turned to Emma, who was standing beside me holding Lizzie, her expression a mix of protectiveness and bewilderment.“Oh, what an absolutely beautiful child,” Vanessa said, her voice artificially sweetened. She stood up with a fluid motion, brushing invisible dust off the knee of her impeccable pantsuit.“Sorry to just appear like this. I saw you going into the store. I was across the street taking care of some errands and decided to come in to say hello.” Her blue eyes returned to me. “I hope I wasn't intrusive.”Emma whispered near my ear, low enough to be almost inaudible: “What a bitch.”Vanessa tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “Sorry, were you speaking to me?”Emma, without missing a beat, raised Lizzie’s free hand, which was visibly drooly. “No, sweetie. Just playing with my daughter. She makes some funny noises.”