Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Sophia's POVHe was… spectacular. That was undeniable. Tall, with broad shoulders that stretched the impeccable fabric of his navy-blue suit. Blond hair, styled with a care that bordered on art. Eyes of a blue so light they seemed made of ice.And when he entered, a woody, extremely expensive cologne filled the space, wrapping everything in an aura of power and wealth.But, looking at him, I felt nothing. No spark, no stomach flutter. I only felt a sharpened alertness. Beauty like that, so perfect and displayed, was often a trap."Miss Morgan?" His voice was soft, polite, with an indefinable European accent. He extended his hand. "A pleasure."I shook his hand quickly. "Yes. How can I help you?""I will skip unnecessary introductions. I represent a consortium of investors who are very interested in your work here at Morgan Holdings. PetroMax sees extraordinary potential in your latest sustainable energy project."The name landed like a bomb in the silence of my office.PetroMax.Ever

Sophia’s POV "Mark, thank you so much. Really. I swear I don't even know how to thank you. This is... crucial." "Sophia, stop it. You don't have to pay me. Don't even think about it." His voice carried an emotional weight. "After everything you did for me, when that board tried to take me down, when Irina set up that whole plot to push me aside... You were the only person who didn't turn their back. Not everything in life has a price." "I know, Mark. And that's exactly why I insist," I replied, keeping my tone gentle but non-negotiable. "Your work has value.Your time, your risk, your expertise. I won't turn our loyalty into an excuse to exploit you. And more importantly: I don't want you, at any point, to have to put yourself at risk for me without that being recognized. That's not how I operate." I heard him let out a long, deep sigh on the other end of the line, a sound of resignation mixed with worry. "Alright. You win. But listen…" His voice lowered, becoming more grave.

Sophia's POV I closed my eyes tightly. The rage was a volcano about to erupt; tears of pure fury burned behind my eyelids. Richard's face, smiling as he said he had killed my mother, was etched onto my retina. 'Sophia,' a cold, logical voice echoed inside me, the voice I had cultivated over these three years. 'Think. Think clearly. Your instinct is to strangle this man with your bare hands right now, but the plan you've been crafting since Irina's death will reward this calm. He wants to see you lose control. He knows you have the upper hand, that's why he went for this low blow. Those Japanese investors are watching everything. And he could be bluffing, just to hurt you, or to hurt Eleanor through you.' I took a deep breath, the air entering my lungs feeling as if it were cut by blades. I opened my eyes. The tears had dried, leaving only a cold, determined glint. "I expected more from you, honestly," I said, my voice steady, almost disdainful. The cruel smile vanished from th

Victoria's POVThe mansion was too silent, a silence that weighed irritatingly. Seated on the white silk sofa I hated but kept for status, I tried to focus on the tablet.Financial reports from my father's companies, emails from advisors, social media notifications where I was perfect.But nothing held my attention. The emptiness around me was palpable.The sound that broke the silence was not welcome. It was the insistent, whiny crying of Liam. He was at my feet, pulling on the hem of my linen pants with his little hands dirty from juice."Mommy, play! Mommy, up!"I looked down. His light eyes, so much like his, stared at me with an expectation I had no intention of meeting."No, Liam. Mommy is busy," I said, my voice sharp. I gently nudged his little foot away with the tip of my shoe."Go play with the nanny."He cried louder, a frustrated scream. Irritation rose like lava in my throat."Where is he, huh?" I whispered to nothing, not addressing the boy, but the ghost of the father's

Victoria's POVThe restaurant was a temple of glass and steel, suspended like an eagle's nest over Central Park, with a privileged view. This was where you came to be seen, and to see.An old friend, Lucas Thorne, was already at the reserved table, the best in the house. Seeing me approach, he stood up with that rehearsed, boring elegance of his and pulled out the chair I would sit in.A gentleman. Deep down, I admitted he had his uses. He was handsome in a dangerous way, great in bed, and knew full well the power his position at that oil company gave him. He was, in the end, a useful piece."Victoria," he said, his perfect smile revealing very white teeth. "You look stunning today."I sat down, adjusting the hem of my black silk dress without a hint of gratitude. "Only today?""Always," he retorted, sitting down. "It's just that today there's something different. An energy… more vibrant.""Anyway," I cut in, picking up the glass of sparkling water the waiter had already placed in fro