The Billionaire CEO's Bought Secret Baby

Chapter 8

"You don’t need to come visit if you have an exam," Violet said. "I’m fine now. The surgery is done, and there’s nothing to worry about anymore. Focus on your studies. Don’t let this disrupt your schoolwork. Next year you’ll be heading to university—put all your energy into that."

"Okay," Sophia nodded, though her heart ached.

There was a brief silence before Violet asked, "Where did the money for the surgery come from?" Although Sophia had been keeping the hospital costs from her, Violet knew the expense must have been considerable, especially for a kidney transplant.

Sophia bit her lip. "It was from Dad."

Violet froze at the mention of her ex-husband, her expression darkening as thoughts of their past crept in.

Sophia quickly reassured her, "It’s his responsibility. Don’t worry about the money anymore, Mom. Just focus on getting better. What he gave us is enough for you to recover fully."

Violet said nothing, her face softening only after a long pause. She shifted the conversation to Sophia’s studies, asking about school. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, she asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet. Let’s eat together," Sophia offered.

"I can’t eat right now," Violet said gently. "The nurse has me on a nutrition drip. You don’t have to worry about me—go grab something for yourself."

Sophia shook her head. "I’ll stay with you a little longer. I’ll eat on the way back."

"You’ll make yourself sick if you skip meals," Violet insisted.

Sophia pouted playfully. "Just let me stay with you a little longer. Once I’m back at school, who knows when I’ll be able to come again?" Her voice wavered, and tears threatened to spill again.

"Alright, alright. Stay a bit longer, but stop crying, okay? You’re too grown up for tears," Violet said with a sigh, though her tone was affectionate.

When Sophia returned to the villa, she noticed a delivery truck parked in the driveway. Workers were carrying furniture upstairs. Curious, she approached Evelyn. "What’s going on?"

Evelyn smiled. "Mr. Tobias ordered a new wardrobe and shoe cabinet for you. The clothes and shoes have just arrived. He called earlier and asked me to help organize everything."

"Thank you," Sophia replied softly as she headed upstairs. When she entered the bedroom, she saw bags of clothes and shoes scattered across the bed and floor.

The walk-in closet door was open, and the sound of furniture being moved echoed from inside. Sophia sat on the bed, picking up one of the bags. She pulled out a purple dress, still tagged with a price of 6,000 dollars. The cost was more than she used to spend in an entire year.

Gripping the dress tightly, an urge to tear it apart surged through her. But then she remembered Tobias’s instructions to buy lingerie. A chill ran down her spine, and she decided to ignore that demand. She’d organize the clothes, and if he asked about the lingerie, she would simply say she forgot.

Soon after, the delivery workers left the closet, followed by Damien, one of Tobias’s bodyguards. "Miss, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything," he said, giving her a respectful nod before quietly closing the door behind him.

Evelyn rushed to the walk-in closet, marveling at its size. "Oh my, it’s huge! The rich really do live differently. Even their closets are massive!" she exclaimed.

Sophia walked over to inspect the closet. It was indeed massive, larger than half her family’s living room. The sleek cabinets lined the walls, with a stylish sofa placed in the center, creating an elegant yet spacious layout that radiated luxury.

Curious, she opened one of the closets and gasped. It was filled with neatly arranged suits—all of Tobias’s.

Quickly shutting the door, she moved to the other side, where the newly assembled wardrobe stood. The colors were softer, less rigid, and the space had been designed just for her, complete with a vanity table.

This one was hers. She opened the doors and found them empty, just as she expected.

Evelyn had already entered, carrying bags of clothing. She began hanging the clothes one by one, carefully snipping off the price tags with a pair of scissors. Despite the outrageous prices on each item, she worked silently, not showing any surprise.

Once the clothes and shoes were organized, Evelyn left to prepare dinner. Sophia, feeling somewhat overwhelmed, arranged her few makeup items and pieces of jewelry on the vanity. Looking around the opulent space, she felt a wave of confusion. Was this really her future? To live as a caged bird in a gilded prison?

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Sophia quickly went to open it. A woman she didn’t recognize stood in the doorway.

"Hello, I’m from the lingerie store," the woman said. "Mr. Tobias asked me to deliver these to you."

Sophia’s first instinct was to refuse entry, but then she remembered—this was Tobias’s house. There were guards at every entrance, and no one could get in without his permission. Reluctantly, she stepped aside to let the woman in.

Did Tobias really guess that I wouldn’t follow his orders and made sure to have the lingerie delivered in person? she wondered.

"Is there a fitting room?" the woman asked. "Lingerie, like any other clothing, needs to be tried on to see how it fits. Otherwise, it might not just look unflattering but could also ruin your shape."

Sophia felt uncomfortable but nodded, leading the woman into the walk-in closet.

The woman brought in two large suitcases. She opened one, revealing rows of meticulously folded lingerie.

"This is your size, from what I’ve been told," she said, holding up a delicate piece. "Don’t be shy. We help many clients try on lingerie, especially young girls like you who may not know exactly how to wear it properly or where to change."

Sophia, her face stiffening, said coldly, "I’ll change in the bathroom."

"Alright," the woman agreed easily, without pushing the issue. She briefly explained the proper way to wear and adjust the lingerie before adding, "Once you’ve put it on, let me check the fit. If it doesn’t work, we’ll find something else."

Sophia nodded absently, thinking the woman was almost overly professional.

In the end, Sophia tried on dozens of sets. They all fit well, with various styles and colors. The woman arranged the lingerie neatly in Sophia’s wardrobe, then opened the second suitcase, which contained nightgowns and robes.

"These don’t need to be tried on," the woman explained. "Look at the colors and styles, and keep the ones you like. Mr. Tobias said to make sure you’re comfortable with everything."

The phrase Mr. Tobias said hung like a command over her, leaving Sophia with little choice but to go through the selection. She kept the cotton and more modest ones, but when she came across the silk, sheer, and suggestive pieces, she pushed them aside, not wanting them.

The woman smiled knowingly. "Keep them. Mr. Tobias will like those."