All Chapters of Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia’s POVTwo days in the hospital felt like eternity, but stepping back into my life was nothing but comforting. Michael had forced my hand that night forcing me to agree to return to work, but this time not as a translator, but as his Secretary. Personal Secretary. The kind of living with him directly. Tough I had not moved in with him.That night had shattered something between us. The little spark of ambiguity, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Michael saw me as more than a possession, was gone. He was a businessman, a ruthless one, and I was nothing more than someone he controlled. Even though he rescued me, it wasn’t out of kindness. Michael never did anything without a reason. And as much as I hated to admit it, I had become part of his plans, a tool in his carefully crafted world. Working as Michael’s Secretary was vastly different from my time as a translator. Everyday I try to balance my act, and keep my distance while fulfilling his endless demands. I sta

Sophia’s POV “Do you know about Sophia? ” one of them said, his voice growing clearer as they discussed and my name happened in their conversation did caught my attention. I hesitated, torn between continuing my work and getting up to leave. I wasn’t one to listen to gossip, but something about their tone kept me rooted to the spot. “Yeah,” the second man replied. “The newbee to the secretary office. I heard she was invited by our dear Mr. Cold Face boss . Can you believe it? Mr. Mahone would ask for a woman by himself all those years. ” I gripped the screwdriver tightly, the metal biting into my palm. “What are you talking about?” the first man asked, “But he was going to engage to Cindy Berlick “Everyone knows Mr Mahone canceled that big project with Ms Berlick’s company, right?” the second man said, his voice tinged with drama. “Apparently, Ms. Berlick found out it had something to do with Sophia Scofield. Words is, Mr Mahone did it to protect her!” The first man let ou

Sophia’s POVWhen I stepped into the bridal shop, Ms Berlick greeted me with her usual gentle smile. Her expression was warm, almost welcoming, but after overhearing my colleagues’ conversation earlier, I knew better than to trust her. That smile, once disarming, now felt like a mask hiding something far more dangerous. Ms Berlick’s kindness wasn’t genuine it was calculated, a tool she wielded to manipulate and control. I couldn’t forget how close I had come to ruin because of her. Whatever she wanted from me now, it certainly wasn’t to befriend me. “Sophia,” Ms Berlick said, her voice soft and inviting. “I’m so glad you could make it.” I forced a polite smile. “You didn’t leave me much of a choice.” Ms Berlick chuckled, brushing off my remark as if it were a joke. She motioned toward the middle-aged woman standing beside her, dressed in a tailored navy dress that exuded wealth. “Allow me to introduce you,” Ms Berlick said. “This is Mrs. Mahone.” The name struck me like

Michael’s Pov The day had been long, filled with endless meetings and the type of business negotiations that required more patience than I was willing to give. By the time I arrived at the townhouse Cindy and I sometimes shared for appearances, all I wanted was silence.Instead, I walked into something I hadn't prepared for.Cindy was waiting for me, draped in a silky robe that barely covered anything. She stood near the bar, with a glass of wine in her hand and a cozy smile on her lips."You're home late," she purred, her tone dripping with intention.I didn't respond immediately, shrugging off my suit jacket and hanging it over a chair."There was work to do," I said shortly, already sensing where this was heading.Cindy's smile widened, "You work too hard, baby. You need to relax."Her hand grazed my arm, but I stepped away, heading toward the bedroom to change."I'm fine," I said, my voice cold.Cindy followed, undeterred by my dismissal."You've been so distant lately," she sa

Sophia’s POV Williams called earlier in the afternoon, his voice was calm and persistent.“Dinner tonight?” he asked. “Just the two of us. It’s been too long, Sophia.” I hesitated, the weight of the past few weeks pressing heavily on my mind. I felt like I was constantly being pulled in a thousand directions. A quiet dinner with Williams felt like a reprieve.“Alright,” I said finally. “Dinner sounds nice.” The smile in his voice was evident that he was excited. “I’ll send someone to pick you up at seven.” Standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed down the fabric of my dress, taking in my reflection.The soft, burgundy color complimented my skin, the fitted bodice flowing into a gentle flare just above the knees. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was elegant enough for a dinner out, simple, understated, and exactly what I wanted. My hair, styled into loose waves, fell softly over my shoulders, and I’d kept my makeup minimal with just a touch of eyeliner and a hint of color on