All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sophia's POV The question hung in the air between us, heavy and laden with a disbelief that was eating me up inside. How? Michael sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He ran a hand over his face, rubbing the stubble, and avoided my gaze for a moment, as if searching for courage. "Yes," he confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I called him. To Senator Pierce's private office. Said it was urgent, that I needed to talk to him about you. To my astonishment, he answered himself." He paused, organizing his thoughts. I saw the intelligence behind his eyes, the same one I had always admired in him, working to find the right words. "I asked where you were. What he had done with you. He... laughed. Said that I, as Alexander's friend, was a 'security risk' and that it was none of my business." "Exactly!" I interrupted, frustration bubbling up and making my voice sharper than I intended. "That makes no sense! If he sees you as a threat, why on

Sophia's POVMy head was throbbing. Michael's words hammered in my mind; it was all too much at once. The memory of my hand touching his chest was still warm. A strong wave of nausea rose in my throat. I curled into myself, wishing I could disappear. That man was a contradiction. I didn't know what to believe anymore.The apartment door suddenly opened.Emma walked in. She was carrying a stack of legal folders. Her face was tired. It lit up when she saw me, then froze completely when she saw Michael. The blood seemed to drain from her face.The folders slipped from her hands and fell to the floor, scattering papers everywhere. "Mi-Michael?!" Her cry was one of pure shock and terror. She moved like lightning, placing herself between us and shoving him away from me. "What are you doing here? How did you find us? Get out! Get out now!"She was trembling all over. She was a living shield, her eyes filled with a protective fury I had never seen before.Michael looked at me with genuine des

Victoria's POVThe phone slipped from my hand and fell onto the plush white rug in my room. Calling Alexander... the screen said, for the fifth time in a row. Nothing. Nothing. And nothing again."He's not answering," I said to the maid, who was arranging flowers on the nightstand. My voice sounded thin, even to my own ears."Mr. Reed must be busy with the final preparations for tomorrow, Miss Victoria," she said, without even looking at me. "There are so many details for the wedding of the year.""He should be busy with my bachelorette party!" I grabbed a silk pillow and threw it against the wall. It didn't make the satisfying thud I wanted. "Michael isn't answering either. What the hell is going on?"The maid just sighed, tiredly. Everyone in this house always seems tired of me. I picked up the phone from the floor and dialed my father's number."Daddy?" I said as soon as he answered. "Where are you? You're not with Alexander, are you?""Victoria," his voice was calm, flat. Always f

Victoria's POVTwenty minutes. Twenty agonizingly long minutes waiting in the stifling silence of the limousine, listening to the muffled, curious murmur of the guests outside the chapel.Then, I saw them. Two black sedans, kicking up a cloud of dust as they sped down the gravel road like hellhounds were on their tail.My heart didn't flutter with relief. It pulsed with cold, pure satisfaction. He came. Of course, he came. Alexander Reed could be a stubborn fool, but he wasn't stupid enough to publicly humiliate the Pierce family."He's here!" Lila shrieked, practically smashing her face against the tinted window. "Oh my god, the drama! Arriving at the very last second like some tragic romantic hero!"But when Alexander stepped out of the first car, my satisfaction curdled into something darker, something more delicious.He looked… ruined.His pristine white dress shirt was a wrinkled mess, his tie hung loose and crooked, and his usually impeccable hair was a dark, tousled wreck, as i

Victoria's POVThe sound of her name still echoed in the suite, like a poisonous ghost hovering over the bed. The anger that had frozen me now boiled, a volcano about to erupt. My hand, which moments before had been stimulating him, flew.The smack of the slap was sharp and violent, echoing off the silent walls."You bastard!" I spat, my voice a hiss of pure hatred. His head just lolled to the other side, completely oblivious to my hatred, to my contempt. "You will pay for every word. For every second."He didn't react. Just lay there, a dead drunk weight, breathing the air I needed to keep from screaming.That suite, which was supposed to be my sanctuary of victory, had become my cell. Every detail of luxury insulted me. Without a second thought, I threw on the first coat I found over the chemise, still white silk, an obscene contrast to the darkness I felt.I rode the elevators alone. The security guard at the hotel's front desk frowned when he saw me."Mrs. Pierce…? Can I help you?