All Chapters of Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia’s POV Michael stood in the doorway, his broad frame filling the small space. His piercing gray eyes fixed on me, but they didn’t hold their usual detached calm. Instead, there was something sharper, colder. “Disappointed it’s me?” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Or were you hoping it was someone else?” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. His words hit like a slap, but I didn’t react. Not outwardly. What is he implying?I thought, my chest tightening. “Nothing to say?” he added, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I suppose that’s fitting. Why explain yourself when actions speak louder?” Heat rose to my cheeks, a mix of frustration and hurt swirling inside me. I wanted to respond, to defend myself, but the words stayed lodged in my throat. What could I even say? That it wasn’t what he thought? That Williams had only stopped by because Crystal called him? No. I wasn’t going to explain. Michael wasn’t entitled to an explanation, no matter

Sophia’s POV I noticed it as soon as I reached Williams' table. The sleeve of my uniform had turned red, the fabric soaked with blood. My burn wound must have reopened when Joe grabbed my arm earlier. I tried to cover it, but Williams’s sharp eyes immediately caught the stain. “Sophia, your arm,” he said, standing abruptly. His face was full of concern, his usual calm replaced by urgency. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” “It’s fine,” I said quickly, brushing it off. “I’ll take care of it after my shift.” “No, you won’t,” he said firmly. “Come on. I will take you to the hospital.” Before I could argue, Williams was already guiding me toward the door, his hand gentle yet insistent on my back. At the hospital, the doctor unwrapped the old bandages and cleaned the wound. I winced at the sting, but I didn’t say anything. “You’re lucky this didn’t get infected,” the doctor said, glancing between Williams and me as he worked. “Your girlfriend is really strong. She hasn’

Sophia's POV Michael's words hung heavy in the air. "Take off your clothes." I froze, his command piercing through the quiet confines of the car. For a moment, I considered defying him, throwing the door open, and running into the snow-covered street. But then reality came crashing down. I couldn't leave,Michael is the most powerful businessman in this city, and I can't afford to offend him. Michael was both my salvation and my obstacle. He was the only reason I wasn't drowning in debt, yet he was also the cage keeping me trapped. Even when I tried to free myself by resigning, I had no better alternative. There was no escaping from him. I smiled bitterly to myself, the gesture hollow and self-deprecating. What a pathetic existence. Michael noticed my silence, his sharp gaze unwavering. "If you refuse, I'll make things simple for you," he said, his voice cold and deliberate. "I can buy out your debt. It wouldn't take much effort." The weight of his words crushed me. My eyes fill

Sophia’s POV When I woke up the next morning, the memory of last night was clear.When we were about to get into the last step, I pushed Michael away for a moment of sober mind and ran back to my place.. I stared at the ceiling, I didn’t remember falling asleep.But Michael's cold eyes linger in my mind.I turned my head toward the nightstand, where my phone rested. As I reached for it, a sharp pain shot through my arm. The burn wound was still healing, a reminder of the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere. Unlocking the phone, I noticed a new message from a colleague his name is Lincoln barrows : Linc : Sophia, Ms. Berlick’s client has been asking for you specifically. They’re unhappy with your replacement and are insisting you return to finish the project.I blinked at the screen, my heart sinking. Ms Berlick had replaced me with another interpreter after I left, but clearly, the arrangement hadn’t gone well. Linc: They’re furious. The meeting is in an hour. Please, c

Michael’s POVI slammed the door open, But the sight before me was enough to freeze my blood.Sophia sat slumped in the chair, her arms bound tightly to the armrests, her head hanging low.The blouse she wore was disorganized, her tear streaked face turned slightly toward the camera that stood mocking her.I didn't need more than a second to understand what was happening.My jaw tightened, rage boiling in my chest as I stepped inside. The bastard responsible turned to face me, his annoyance melting into confusion."Who the hell"I didn't let him finish. My fist connected with his jaw, the crack of bone satisfying in a way that nothing else could be at that moment.I untied Sophia and we headed to the hospital I was a jerk. I didn’t deny that about myself. I had used Sophia’s desperation to force her compliance, and I’d made her surrender in ways that should have haunted me. But as I pulled that bastard away from her, watching his bloodied face crumble under my fists, I felt no regr