All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexander's POVMy office at the company headquarters was silent. Only the low hum of the air conditioner and the ticking of my luxury wall clock. It was almost seven in the evening. Most employees had gone home, but I was still there, standing by my large window, looking out at Manhattan.That view was proof of my empire. Lit-up skyscrapers, each light representing money, power, and business. Everything I had built with my own hands."Still here, working, darling? Alone in this huge office..."Victoria's voice was honeyed, arriving before she did, followed by the irresistible click-clack of Louboutin heels on marble. I didn't turn around immediately. She loved making an entrance, and I loved making her wait a little.And, I admit, she was worth the wait. She entered my field of vision, stunning in a red dress that seemed painted on her, highlighting every curve in the right place. Her engagement ring sparkled, but my eyes traveled over her entire body before finding her face. Daughte

Sophia's POVEmma's apartment had always been my refuge. Small, cozy, with bookshelves packed with law books mixed in with romance novels, plants she cared for with affection, and the constant aroma of strong coffee. It was the complete opposite of the cold, calculating world of Reed Group, and exactly what I needed at that moment."You look terrible," Emma said as soon as she opened the door, pulling me inside without ceremony. "And that's saying something, considering how you looked last week."I smiled weakly, letting myself fall onto the familiar couch. "Thanks for the brutal honesty. I can always count on you to boost my self-esteem."Emma rolled her eyes, disappearing into the kitchen. "Coffee or wine? Considering it's three in the afternoon on a Tuesday and you should be working, I'm going to assume this is a wine situation.""Coffee is fine," I replied, taking off my shoes and tucking my legs under me on the sofa. "I need to keep my head clear to process everything that happen

Alexander's POVSenator Richard Pierce's office occupied the entire top floor of a historic building in Manhattan, with a privileged view of Central Park. It was a space that breathed power and influence – dark mahogany panels, original works of art, a desk that probably cost more than most people's annual salary.I had been there many times before, discussing business, sealing deals worth billions. But today was different. Today, I was there for reasons I preferred not to examine too closely."Alexander!" Pierce rose from behind his imposing desk, extending his hand with that political smile he had perfected over decades. "What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you today.""Senator," I replied, shaking his hand briefly before sitting in the leather chair opposite the desk. "We need to talk."Pierce arched an eyebrow, returning to his chair with calculated movements. "Of course, of course. I always have time for my future son-in-law. What is this about?"I studied his fac

Sophia's POV The anonymous message for Emma was still echoing in my head when I entered the company's cold lobby. I hadn't slept at all. The words "Accidents happen" spun incessantly in my mind. If I told her, it could make everything worse. I couldn't risk the life of my only friend. The customer service department was in the basement, a claustrophobic space with no windows. The white fluorescent lights on the ceiling strained the eyes. My desk was the smallest of all, tucked into a corner, with an old computer that took five minutes to boot up. I had barely sat down when the landline rang, a shrill sound that made me jump. I answered. "Sophia. Come to my office. Now." Victoria's voice was sharp. She hung up in my face before I could even respond. I let out a deep sigh. I stowed my bag under the desk and headed for the elevator. Her office was on the 45th floor, where my old department used to be. Every detail of the route reminded me of what I had lost. When I entere

Sophia's POV Alexander was standing in the entrance to the lobby. He was wearing an expensive, dark gray suit. His posture was rigid, that of someone in control. His eyes found me immediately, without surprise. It was as if he knew I would be there. I froze in place. My hands were sweating. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I was a mess. He looked perfect, as always. He crossed the lobby quickly, his shoes echoing on the marble. Before I could speak, he was at my side. His hand gripped my arm, firmly. His voice was low, a command. "You finished late today." I tried to pull free, but his strength was greater. "Let me go, Alexander. I'm going home." He ignored my struggle. His face came close to mine. I felt his warm breath on my ear. "I missed you." I turned my face away, avoiding the fire in that gaze. "What are you talking about? You're engaged. Remember? Or is the ring on your finger just an accessory?" A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "That's just a d