All Chapters of Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sophia’s POV I decided to indulge in one of my little pleasures,a fruity cocktail during lunch, non-alcoholic but still vibrant enough to make me feel like I was treating myself. Sitting at my desk, sipping my drink, I let my mind wander for a moment. Then it hit me. The file. My stomach dropped as I realized Michael had asked me to submit an important report earlier that morning. A glance at the clock told me it was already past the deadline. My Heart raced, I quickly grabbed the file from my desk and started going toward his office, my heels clicked against the tiled floor as I moved in a flurry. Halfway down the hallway, I stopped abruptly, my thoughts racing. I had forgotten to include one final document in the report. Gritting my teeth, I turned back toward my office. As I approached the door, I saw something that made me freeze in my tracks. Through the glass panel on the door, James was standing at my desk, his back to me. He was hunched over, his hands moving over som

Sophia’s POV It had been two days since Michael insisted I stay in his penthouse, and I was still adjusting to the quiet luxury surrounding me. The mornings were peaceful, but I couldn’t help but notice something unusual. Michael hadn’t gone to work since I arrived. Michael Mahone, the workaholic billionaire who wouldn’t miss a day in the office even if the world were ending, was taking time off. It didn’t sit right with me. This morning, I wore a long shirt that hung loosely around my knees. It was one of Michael’s soft, oversized, and surprisingly comforting. I perched on the wide window frame in the guest room, staring out at the expanse of his compound. His luxury cars,Michael’s garage was nothing short of an automobile lover's paradise, a sprawling underground showroom that reflected his wealth and impeccable taste.As I gazed at the collection, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of disbelief. The garage itself was sleekly designed with polished concrete floors. The walls

Sophia’s POV The past few weeks had been nothing short of a holiday for me. Michael had kept me away from the office and all the chaos that came with it. I stayed at his luxurious penthouse, a place where stress seemed to melt away. He ensured I was pampered and cared for in ways I’d never experienced. But it wasn’t just the special treatment that left me feeling different,it was Michael himself. The man who had once been cold and detached was now showing glimpses of fervor, even vulnerability. His care wasn’t just transactional anymore; it felt real, and I couldn’t help but fall for him. And then there was that night. For the first time in years, I had a proper, intimate moment with Michael. It wasn’t just about dominance or control,it was different. There was a tenderness to him that made my chest tighten, and the memory of his touch played on a loop in my mind. This morning, I finally resumed work, refreshed and focused. Michael had a big business trip planned and had as

Michael’s POV The private jet touched down smoothly, and the cabin crew moved efficiently to prepare for disembarkation. I had spent the past week in grueling meetings and negotiations, and all I wanted was the comfort of my home or, at least, the closest thing I could call home. Cindy hadn’t even texted to check on me. Then again, I hadn’t reached out to her either. Our so-called relationship was a transactional nightmare, and the less we spoke, the better. I sent Theo a quick message as the plane taxied to a stop: “Meet me at the airport.”Theo replied immediately: “Okay, sir.”The drive from the airport was uneventful, though Theo did his best to update me on the office happenings during my absence. I only half-listened, my mind drifting to thoughts of Sophia. I hadn't seen her for days, but her absence from the office had been noticeable. For the first time, I realized just how much her presence anchored me. The way she stood up to me, even when she was scared, was som

Sophia’s POVThe past few days had been a lot for me, but today felt particularly off. My body was heavy with fatigue, and every little sound seemed to reverberate through my head like a drum. It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from late nights working or dealing with Michael’s unpredictable temperament. This was different. I stopped by the pharmacy on my way to the office to pick up some over-the-counter malaria medication. I convinced myself it was probably just a mild fever or stress-induced fatigue. The last thing I needed was to let my health interfere with my work, especially when Michael was just returning from his business trip. By mid-morning, I was barely holding it together. My head throbbed, and waves of nausea rolled through me relentlessly. I kept sipping water, trying to ease the sensation, but it only got worse. Just as I was reviewing some reports at my desk, the smell of Laura’s overly strong coffee wafted over. That was it. I rushed to the restroom, holding my h