All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Sophia’s POVI opened the door and was engulfed in a hug that smelled of baby shampoo and my best friend's home.“Sophia! My God!”Emma nearly knocked me over, her enthusiasm overflowing and familiar.Behind her, Patrick was standing, holding little Lizzie in his arms. The girl, bigger than I remembered, clapped her chubby little hands when she saw me.“Look who’s here, Lizzie! It's Aunt Sophia!” said Patrick, his wide smile showing a peace I hadn’t seen in him all these years.“Em…” I managed to say, my voice catching. The weight of the last 48 hours seemed to drain from me for a second. I hugged her tightly, breathing deeply. “I missed you so much.”“I missed you too! And I'm not leaving anytime soon, you can count on that!” she announced, pulling me inside. “Patrick, tell her the news!”As Emma dragged me into the living room, Patrick followed, setting Lizzie down on the rug. The girl immediately started crawling, exploring with determination.“Business in Chicago is stable,” Patri

Alexander's POV"Sophia, listen to me – " I began, but she was already getting in the car, the engine roaring to life."Alexander, what did you just say?" She looked at me through the half-open window, her eyes black with disbelief and rage.And I couldn't answer. Because the memory from hours earlier hit me like a punch to the gut, more real than the cold rain on that street.~ Flashback: The Previous Night, in Pierce's Office ~Victoria was still on her knees, burning with fury. Her eyes blazed like green embers."Why are you doing this?!" she screamed, her nails digging into the carpet. "He's your son! He's our son! He should grow up with us!"The lie was so well-rehearsed that, for a second, I almost believed it. Almost."You barely even took care of him, Victoria," my voice came out cold as ice. "The new nanny told me. A fever of thirty-nine, and you told her to shut up. What were you doing? Planning another murder?"She paled, but hatred kept her upright. "Give Liam back, Alexan

Sophia's POV"Take me to him, Alexander! Didn't you want my help? Take me to him, and then I'll give you my answer!"He looked at me for a moment that felt like an eternity, rain streaking down the fogged-up windows of the SUV. Then, without a word, he just nodded toward the passenger side.I got in. The interior was warm, the air conditioning on, a brutal contrast to the cold that had seeped into my bones outside. The engine purred softly as he put the car in gear."Why?" His voice broke the heavy silence as he maneuvered the vehicle back onto the street. "Why did you change your mind?""I didn't change it because of you," I said, staring fixedly at the road ahead, illuminated by the headlights cutting through the rain. "I changed it because of that child. Think about it, Alexander. You know perfectly well I'm the last person in the world who would say a single good word about Victoria! But this has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with Liam. He's a victim in this war o

Sophia's POVAlexander lifted his face. His eyes were red, but dry now. The pain seemed to have given way to something worse: a profound emptiness, an absence of meaning that erased any light in his gaze.He looked at me.Not with the obsessive love from before, nor with the desire that sometimes escaped. It was a look of pure, brutal bewilderment, mixed with despair."So why, Sophia?" His voice came out rough, shattered. "Why does he have my eyes? The shape... Why does he smile like I do? Why, all these years... did he act like my son? Asked questions like I do, was interested in the same things..."The question, so simple and so devastating, cut through the air. It wasn't about biology. It was about identity.It was about years of memories, of affection, of shared looks, of a bond built day after day in the real world, which a piece of paper now wanted to declare false.It was the pain of a father, not of a betrayed man.I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face without st

Emma's POV"Daughter, look at the people staring. Could you behave? Don't you see the scene you're causing?" my mother said, her voice still low but loaded with a reprimand that instantly transported me back to the feeling that she always saw me as an irrational baby. "Listen to me first."Her use of listen instead of hear was the last straw. It was the tone she used before imposing an unquestionable decision."But this is unbelievable, Mother!" the phrase came out in a whisper charged with all the pent-up fury of the last few years. "I will never let you touch my daughter. Do you hear me? Never."Patrick placed a protective hand on Lizzie's stroller, who was starting to get restless from the tension. His voice came out firm and icy, the tone he used with dangerous people in the past, now directed at the woman who gave birth to me."Mrs. Williams. Please leave. You are not welcome here."It was at that moment that Lizzie, sensitive to the charged atmosphere, let out a soft, confused c