All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sophia’s POV“Come and get him.” My voice didn’t tremble, but the silence that followed was heavy. Victoria stopped struggling on the floor with Michael, she looked at me, and her eyes were filled with a penetrating hatred. Vanessa chuckled softly. “Well now, this is very entertaining, bravo... bravo.” Lucas didn’t move, just clenched his jaw firmly. “Are you brave or are you an idiot?” he said, his raspy voice sharpening. “This is not a conversation or some kind of deal.” I took a deep breath and then opened my eyes. “It’s not an exchange, you’ll only take him if you kill me. And afterwards, when you try to take a child who just saw you kill the person holding him… will he obey you? Do you think Michael or Alexander are just going to stand by?” I looked at Vanessa, just for an instant, Lucas looked at her too, and that was all it took. Michael moved and shoved Victoria away, rolled on the floor and pulled a pocket knife from his pocket, the blade was small and sharp. He didn’t

Michael's POV The paramedics, who had been standing by respectfully, intervened with professional urgency. "Ma'am, we have to take her now."Eleanor allowed herself to be led away, but her eyes didn't leave Sophia. When the ambulance doors closed, she turned around.The tears were still there, but something else had ignited behind them. Something cold and deadly.She walked up to the police captain. Her voice, when it came, was no longer that of a broken grandmother. It was the steel of an executive who had run out of patience."That woman and that unconscious man," she pointed at Victoria, who was being handcuffed, catatonic, and at Lucas. "They tried to murder my granddaughter. In front of witnesses. I want her especially held without bail. And I want Richard Pierce found. He is a fugitive and is connected to this. You will find him."It was then that Victoria seemed to snap out of her catatonic state. She lifted her face. Her red, swollen eyes met Eleanor's."He will find you fir

Victoria's POV The steel door slammed shut behind me with a thud. The place reeked of cheap disinfectant, mold, sour sweat, and something indefinably metallic. The air was heavy, stagnant, as if it had never seen sunlight.The cell was a concrete box with a solid metal door, a small grated window high up, and a rusty bunk bed bolted to the wall. A stainless steel toilet shone obscenely in the corner. It was small, suffocating. A cubicle for storing animals.The humiliation burned like acid in my throat. Victoria Pierce: Pierce heiress, renowned wife. I wasn't supposed to be here.The detention uniform, a thick, scratchy sweatsuit in a dirty gray, scraped my skin. They had taken my jewelry, my high heels, my dress. They had reduced me to this. To a number and an ugly uniform.I was sitting on the lower bunk, knees pulled to my chest, when the door of the next cell opened and closed with a bang. I heard low, guttural laughter."Hear that? The white girl just got here two days ago and

Sophia's POVThe hospital room no longer looked like a hospital room.Three hangers with wedding dresses in translucent plastic bags occupied the space where the IV stand normally was. Two pairs of shoes in open boxes on the floor. A bedside table was covered in flower brochures and fabric samples. The air smelled of talcum powder and a faint hope."Two days," I said, running my fingers over the fabric of one of the dresses. "It feels like a dream.""It's a miracle," Emma corrected, sitting in the armchair beside the bed with an open bridal magazine on her lap. She was looking at me, not at the pages. "Days ago you had a hole in your shoulder. Now you're planning a wedding.""When you know, you know," I said, and the smile on my face seemed like it wouldn't go away. It hurt my facial muscles a bit, but it was a good pain. "And Michael... he didn't want to wait any longer. Neither did I."Emma smiled, but I saw a quick flash of worry in her green eyes. She closed the magazine. "And...

Sophia's POVThe discomfort in my shoulder was just a distant thing, a subtle reminder my body was still healing. Everything else was light, laughter, and a happiness so intense it hurt.I was sitting on the stool in my bride's room – actually, one of the guest rooms in one of my grandmother's houses, transformed into a bridal preparation sanctuary. The air smelled of face powder, hairspray, and the white roses that filled every corner."Hold still," Emma ordered, a brush in hand and her tongue between her teeth, focused on my eyeshadow. "One more minute.""Princess!" little Lizzie was sitting on the big bed, swinging her legs, her eyes wide with admiration. She wore a pale pink flower girl dress, a small crown of flowers in her red hair."You look like a little princess, Lizzie," I said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She giggled, shy.Eleanor was sitting in an armchair by the window, watching everything with a calm smile on her lips. She wore an impeccable sky-blue silk pa