All Chapters of Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sophia’s POVI woke up to a pounding headache, my body heavy with exhaustion. The soft, clean sheets beneath me smelled fresh, and the room I found myself in was unfamiliar. The events of the previous night flashed through my mind, sending a wave of heat to my cheeks. Michael. I sat up quickly, glancing around. He was gone. The penthouse was silent, the air heavy with the faint scent of cologne he’d left behind. My heart sank, but I shook it off. There wasn’t time to dwell on his abrupt disappearance. I dressed hurriedly, slipping into a simple blouse and skirt, and made my way home to shower and prepare for work. Despite the late night, I wasn’t going to let myself fall behind. The office was bustling as usual, and I barely had time to sit at my desk before Cindy’s shrill voice called out to me. “Sophia,” she said, her tone sugary sweet yet laced with authority, “I need you to finalize a deal with one of my associates. His name is Victor Lambert. He has the documents I need

Sophia’s POV I paced back and forth in my living room, my thoughts spiraling as waves of panic surged through me. Everything that had happened over the past few days was too much to process, and the incident earlier with Cindy’s associate, Victor Lambert, was the final straw. My chest tightened as I thought about how close I’d come to real danger. Unable to keep it to myself, I grabbed my phone and called Crystal. “Hey, what’s up?” her familiar voice rang out, warm and upbeat as always. “Crystal, I need you to come over,” I said quickly, with my voice trembling slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone immediately shifting to concern. “I just... I need someone to talk to,” I admitted. There was a slight pause on her end, and I could hear the faint hum of voices in the background. “Sophia, I’m in the middle of a brand development meeting, but I’ll leave now. Give me twenty minutes.” Relief washed over me. “Thanks. And can you grab some popcorn and pizza on the way?

Sophia’s POV The morning rush at the office was in full swing when the intercom on my desk buzzed. I picked it up, and Michael’s voice came through. “Sophia, a candidate from the HR firm is here. Escort him to my office and bring his file along.” “Yes, Mr. Mahone,” I replied, setting the receiver down. I quickly gathered the necessary documents and made my way toward the reception area. Michael had been reviewing candidates for the marketing planning position for weeks, rejecting every single one. Each time, I could see the growing frustration on his face. As I entered the reception area, my eyes fell on a tall man sitting confidently, his posture straight yet relaxed. His presence was magnetic, exuding professionalism and charm. “James Wisdom?” I asked, glancing at the file in my hands. He stood up, and I immediately noticed his impressive build. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored navy suit perfectly, and his dark eyes held an air of quiet authority. His jawline was

James’ POV I leaned back in my chair, watching the controlled chaos of Mahone Enterprises. Michael Mahone, ever the perfectionist, ruled this empire with an iron fist. But even kings had their blind spots, and Sophia was one of them. She walked through the office with her head held high, clearly unaware of how fragile her position truly was. My job wasn’t just to undermine her; it was to make sure Michael began to doubt her completely. That doubt would be the wedge that cracked her professional foundation. I glanced at my watch. It was time for my scheduled one-on-one with Mr Mahone. A smile tugged at my lips. I had been preparing for this conversation all week. MrMichael’s office was immaculate, every detail screaming power and control. He was seated behind his large desk, reviewing a stack of documents when I knocked on the door. “Come in,” he said, his voice as authoritative as ever. “Mr. Mahone,” I greeted, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “Thank you for

Sophia’s POV I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my screen. My mind wasn’t on the spreadsheet in front of me. Instead, it was replaying the countless times James had inserted himself into my work over the past few weeks. His constant interruptions during meetings, his “accidental” oversights in reports, and his overly helpful behavior with the team,it all seemed too good to be true. Something about him didn’t sit right with me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that James Wisdom was up to no good. I was trying to connect the dots when a shadow fell across my desk. I looked up, and there he was the devil himself, James Wisdom. “Hey, Sophia,” he said, in a smooth and friendly voice, the kind of tone that would disarm most people. “You’ve been working pretty hard today. How about taking a break and grabbing lunch with me? Luxe Café has this incredible pasta special, and I could really use the company.” I blinked, taken aback. “Thanks, but I’m not sure I” “Come on,” he cut me