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Chapter 30

Sophia was never the kind who allowed violence to possess or surround her. Instead, she preferred to envelop herself in an innocent bubble that conjured care, loyalty, morals, and a hell lot of self-respect. The last one being the explored part of herself since she found herself not being in her parent’s care and influence anymore. If she was the light for her parents to give them a reason to wake up every day then her role in her sibling’s life was to making them believe that people do exist with a heart that pure and a smile so bright that they feel the need to protect and attack if it comes down to it.

She was never weak. No. Her existence inhered strength that blossomed the world around her. Although, the world failed to give her the strength back. Growing up she was tiger parented, compared to her older siblings, then brainwashed, overpowered, and overwhelmed by the people who she once thought were good.

But then she met this boy. This boy with curly head, those dimple