Novels by Sophs

LENA"You’re not serious." I stared at the row of boutiques lining the marble hallway of The Vault, the most exclusive shopping center in the city. "This place has a waiting list just to get in." Adrian smirked, his hand warm at the small of my back as he guided me forward. "Not for me." “Who the hell are you, this man?” I asked, my mouth agape, wasn't he just a professor? How could he afford to shop here?The sales associates practically tripped over themselves when they saw him."Mr. Knight! Your usual private suite is ready.” One of them said as they followed us upstairs to a room with plush couches and champagne already chilling. I spun to face him. "Your usual? Hmmm!" He shrugged, loosening his tie. "I had a crazy wife." "Bullshit." I laughed as a team of stylists appeared with racks of dresses. "I'm sure you've brought other girls here." Adrian caught my wrist, tugging me close. "Never like this." His thumb brushed my pulse point. "Now go try things on. I want to see

EVELYNGabriel Morellis!The name that struck fear in the hearts of everyone in New York. Of course after the mysterious Mr. K.My breath caught. No. Not him. Not here. Memories flooded me—his hands gripping my wrists hard enough to bruise, his voice like a nightmare whispering ‘you belong to me’ in the dark. That was years ago, before he took over from his father and became Don, before I clawed my way out of his world and into Adrian’s. I thought I’d never see him again. Lena didn’t notice Gabriel nor did she see the way his posture shifted, the way his lips curled in a smile that wasn’t a smile at all but I knew him well enough to know that he was up to no good. I left him there so that whatever game he was playing would unfold without me. "Leaving without me, Evelyn?"His voice stopped me halfway across the parking lot. Smooth and sounding amused. I forced my spine straight, turning slowly. "Gabriel." I kept my tone bored, disinterested. "Stalking college girls now? How

ADRIANI leaned back in my chair, fingers pressed together, watching the three men across the table as they tried to sell me on a partnership that would never fucking happen. The tallest one—Gianni, or some shit—was mid-sentence when I cut him off. “Let me stop you there.” My voice was calm, but the room chilled. “I don’t do business with men who skim profits and call it ‘creative accounting.’” Gianni’s smile faltered. “Mr. Knight, I assure you—” “You assure me nothing.” I flicked the contract back across the table. “Get out.” Then there was silence which I loved. They stood up, scraping their chairs and interrupting my silence, their faces tight, like they could do anything to me. One of them—younger, dumber—opened his mouth like he wanted to argue. His older colleague grabbed his arm, shaking his head. Smart man. The door clicked shut behind them. I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. My side ached where the accident had grazed me a few nights ago.My phone buzzed. A text fr

MIKEThirty missed calls. I stared and dropped my phone. I hadn’t replied to Dante since the last time we met.It wasn’t that I was angry, not exactly. I was just done, exhausted even. I loved how he made me feel and I hated it. I hated that I was always thinking about him. Every text from his number felt like a push I wasn’t ready for. I don't want to start with my family? They’d been calling too. For what, exactly? I’m sure my dad was calling to nag about me not being the perfect son but my brother? I'm not exactly certain why he was calling.My phone vibrated for the fifth time that hour. I didn’t check it. Must be another text from Dante. I just flipped it face down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.Then it rang."Ugh," I muttered, grabbing it instinctively.I checked and saw that it was Ava.I answered. "Hey.""Mike," she breathed. Her voice was shaky. "Are you coming over?"I sat up. "No. Why? What happened?""I saw Nathan. Outside. I was walking back from the store and he

LENAI was halfway down the path to our apartment building before I even realized I hadn’t texted Ava back since yesterday or called nor done anything at all except run from Adrian’s house like it was on fire.I hated how easy it had been to fall into him again. I hated how warm I’d felt when he held me. I hated how stupid I felt for thinking it meant something.The moment I opened the door, Ava looked up from the couch and bolted toward me.“Oh my God,” she whispered, arms wrapping tightly around me.“Hey,” I mumbled, stiff at first, then hugging her back.“You okay? Why didn't you come back earlier? I missed you. I thought—” She pulled away, eyes wide. “I saw him. Nathan. He was around again.”I blinked. “What?”“He was outside. Yesterday, just waiting around the hostel area, watching. Probably looking for me.”I took a breath and nodded. “You’re safe. You’re here. I’m here. We’ll figure it out, okay?”She looked at me like she wanted to say more. Her eyes searched my face like she

EVELYNAdrian threw me out of his house like I meant nothing, even after I confessed my true feelings for him. All because of that brat, that bitch, Lena. I fiddled with my fingers thinking of my next line of action. I wasn't going down without a fight, not ever.Adrian Knight was mine and I'll do anything to have him back where he belongs—in my arms. For now, I just have to think of a way to make her hate him.I got to my office to sign some documents that Emma said she left at my table and I was halfway through signing the quarterly reports when my office door slammed open.“Have you completely lost your damn mind?”I didn’t look up immediately. Just the sound of his voice already made me tired.“Good afternoon to you too, Father,” I muttered.He stormed across the room. “Don’t pull that smart mouth with me, Evelyn. What the hell are you doing filing for full custody of Nova?”So that was it. That’s why he came.I finally looked up. He looked older. His eyes were bloodshot, tie loos

Chapter 140: With all my heart ETHAN The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly. The news anchor’s voice droned on about economic fluctuations, political scandals—nothing that interested me. That was until I heard Smith Cole’s name. I glanced up at the screen. The bold letters at the bottom of the screen made my eyebrows lift. “BREAKING NEWS: BUSINESS TYCOON SMITH COLE FOUND DEAD IN PRISON CELL” I sat up, the remote slipping from my fingers. “According to sources, Smith Cole was found unresponsive in his cell early this morning. While initial reports suggest suicide, investigations are still ongoing.” I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Greg. He picked up after two rings. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to call.” I didn’t waste time. “Did you hear the news?” Greg chuckled. “I knew the news before the news knew.” I froze. “Damn, don’t tell me you were behind this.” There was a pau

Chapter 139: OliviaMIA A Month Later.Time didn’t erase the grief I felt, but it softened the pain a little. A few months had passed since my dad’s death and Smith Cole’s sentencing, and while the pain still lingered, life had started moving forward. Uncle Greg had stepped up as the CEO of Evans Group, and surprisingly, he was doing a damn good job. It wasn’t just about running the company; it was about maintaining what dad had built. With Marvin by his side, helping in ways none of us had expected, the company was thriving again. His kids, Derrick and Amanda, had finally settled into life in New York. Amanda was adjusting well to her new school, making friends and embracing the city. Derrick became quieter but sharp as ever, and had taken a liking to Marvin. Watching my brother interact with them, laughing and being… normal, gave me hope. Ava moved out of the city after Dad's funeral, she said this city reminded her of him and if she needed to move on, she had to leave.Aunt

Chapter 138: CampingETHANThe drive to the cemetery was silent. Mia stared out the window, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. I knew she was deep in thought, maybe even trying to find the right words to say when we got there. I reached over, placing my hand over hers. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." She exhaled, nodding slightly but didn't look at me. When we arrived, she hesitated before stepping out of the car. The cemetery was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the wind. I followed behind her, giving her space as she walked up to her father’s grave. She kneeled, tracing the name on the tombstone with her fingers. "Hi, Dad," she whispered. "It's been a while." I stayed back, leaning against the car, letting her have her moment. She wiped her eyes. "We won, you know. We got him. Smith Cole is going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable life. Uncle Greg made sure of it." She let out a shaky breath. "But it d

Chapter 137: Together, We're strongerMIA"Mia, are you okay?" I heard as I woke up with a gasp, cold water dripping down my face. My heart pounded as my vision adjusted, and I saw Sophie kneeling beside me, her face filled with concern. I blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The last thing I remembered was seeing Ethan.Ethan, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in that courtroom. My chest tightened. Was I hallucinating? Was I losing my mind? “Thank goodness you're awake, you scared us Mia.” Aunt Cecilia exclaimed.I ignored her, “Wasn't that Ethan? I need to be sure, let's go back to the courtroom.”I struggled to get up and headed back into the courtroom, aunt Cecilia and Sophie behind me. Then I heard the judge’s voice. “In light of the overwhelming evidence presented to this court, Smith Cole is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” My head snapped toward the judge’s bench. The courtroom was dead s

Chapter 136: Plea dealAUTHOR POVThe world around Smith Cole was crumbling. Politicians who once shook his hand in private meetings were now scrambling to erase any connection to him. Some fled the country entirely, disappearing into private jets with hastily packed bags, their families already on their way to safe havens overseas. George Ramsey, one of Smith’s closest allies, wiped the sweat off his brow as he rushed through a VIP airport terminal. “Where’s the damn pilot?” he snapped at his assistant, his hands trembling as he checked his watch. “He’s preparing the jet, sir. But…” “No buts! We need to be out of here in ten minutes!” The assistant hesitated. “Sir, the feds are looking into your accounts. If you leave now, it’ll…” “Shut up and do as you’re told!” George Ramsey barked before marching toward the boarding gate. Across the city, others were making similar escapes. Some tried bribing their way out of investigations, while others resigned from their governme

Chapter 135: Walk freeMARVIN EVANSMia wasn’t the same anymore. Since Dad’s funeral, she had withdrawn into herself, barely speaking, barely eating. I saw it in her eyes, the emptiness. She would sit for hours, staring at nothing, lost in a world none of us could reach. Sophie visited often, trying to get her to eat, to talk, to function. Sometimes, Mia responded with a weak smile or a nod, but most times, she just existed in silence. Greg’s kids were around too, trying to lighten the mood, but it was like talking to a ghost. I knew what she was feeling. I felt it too. Dad was gone, Murdered in cold blood and the bastard who did it was still out there. That changed the day Greg walked in. I was sitting in the living room, flipping through TV channels, not really watching, when Greg strode in with a determined look on his face. “I found him,” he announced. I turned off the TV. Sophie looked up from where she sat beside Mia. Even Mia’s blank expression shifted slightly.