All Chapters of The Billionaire Replaced Me With My Assistant : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophia's POV My desk was a mess, covered in papers. They were business plans, charts, and numbers I needed to master for my meeting with Richard Pierce. Every document was important for my protection and strength. I was typing quickly on my computer, finishing a last slide, when a familiar voice broke my concentration. “So this is where the magic happens?” I looked up and saw Emma standing in my office doorway, a big smile on her face. Seeing her there, inside Pierce Holdings, instantly made me happier and more relaxed. I had put on a professional armor to face this world, but Emma had the power to make that armor crack a little. “Emm!” I stood up and went to hug her. “What are you doing here?” “I had a job interview a few blocks from here. I decided to surprise my best friend, who’s now a powerful executive,” she replied, pulling back to look at me better. Her eyes, always so perceptive, scanned my face. “So… how is the ‘New Sophia’ doing?” I motioned for her to sit in the

Richard Pierce's POV The meeting room in the Chicago branch was adequate but ordinary. Standard furniture, an air conditioner humming softly, the smell of stale coffee. An insignificance in my empire. But today, it housed something—or someone—that had captured my personal attention. Irina stood by my side, a silent, alert sentinel. Mark, the local manager or whoever he was—Irina was in charge of that, it wasn't my interest to know—was visibly sweating, despite the air conditioning. He chattered on about numbers, growth, metrics. I nodded, only half-listening. My thoughts were on the door. And then she appeared. Sophia Morgan didn't just enter; she occupied the space. The door opened and there she was. Not the wide-eyed, frightened girl who fled New York. This woman was different. Dressed in a simple blazer, but with a posture that defied the very air around her. Her eyes, once full of tears, now stared back at me with a coldness that made a muscle in my jaw twitch involuntarily

Sophia's POV The light turned green, and vehicles flooded Michigan Avenue. I had barely set foot on the crosswalk when I was pushed back by the human current. On the other side of the street, the familiar silhouette of the cleaning lady was moving fast, head down, blending into the crowd pouring out of the office buildings. "Wait!" My voice was swallowed by the city's noise. She didn't hear, or pretended not to. As soon as the flow of cars eased, I lunged forward, squeezing between tourists and people in a hurry. My heels were a curse, each step a risk of twisting my ankle on the uneven sidewalk. She turned right onto a side street, less busy. I quickened my pace, my breath already coming in gasps. She was faster than she looked. When I turned the corner, she was about twenty meters away, and for the first time, she seemed to look back. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second. There was no scream, no explicit panic. Just an icy recognition, followed by a sudden and efficient man

Alexander's POVMy hands did not caress; they grabbed. Anger was a hot fuel in my veins, and her body was the only place to discharge it. She tried to turn, and I turned her with brute force, making her face the fury in my eyes and, of course, become sufficiently distracted not to notice the fallen envelope. Her slender fingers closed around my wrists, not to break free, but with a pressure that promised scratches."Alexander," she spat my name, her warm breath hitting my face. Her green eyes were two lakes of gasoline about to catch fire. "You have no idea how much I want you."I let out a low, rough laugh. Her game was pathetic. "Then stop talking and show me," I challenged, burying my face in her neck, not in a kiss, but in a bite disguised against her salty skin. She arched her body against mine, an involuntary act of surrender that filled me with perverse pleasure."But," she moaned, and her nails dug into my skin, "my pleasure will be halved. It always is. While the shadow of th

Michael's POVThe phrase was out of my mouth before I could think. "Leave Sophia alone!"Alexander's expression changed instantly. The contained anger on his face transformed into pure fury. His eyes, which were cold before, now shone with a rage I had never seen."What the hell are you talking about? Leave Sophia alone?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was thick and full of danger. Every word hurt.He didn't wait for my answer. Alexander's quick mind, accustomed to spotting betrayals in seconds, was already connecting the dots. My fear, my desperate plea... weren't from someone who was surprised. They were from someone who already knew everything.An ugly, bitter smile appeared on his lips. It wasn't a smile of happiness, but of disgust. "That... that tone... you're not surprised." He leaned forward, the table creaking. "You already knew where she was, you traitor!"The accusation hung heavy in the air. And, as if the words were a signal, Alexander jumped to his feet. His chair scraped