Why Does Sophy Cause Chaos In The Grand Sophy?

My father died and left me with more than grief. He left me with a debt. A debt owed to Malik St. James, the most feared man in Atlanta. Ruthless. Powerful. Untouchable. I thought he came to collect money. Instead, he came for me. One minute, I was trying to rebuild my life after my father’s death. The next, I was trapped in a world of power, violence, and dangerous secrets where one wrong move could get me killed. Malik St. James rules Atlanta with fear. Everyone calls him King. He doesn’t forgive, he doesn’t forget, and he always collects what’s owed. But the closer I get to him, the more I realize my father wasn’t the man I thought he was. Someone wants me dead. Someone is hiding the truth. And Malik may be the only man powerful enough to keep me alive. In a city built on loyalty, betrayal is everywhere. As old secrets surface and enemies close in, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. I was never supposed to belong to Malik St. James. And he was never supposed to fall for me. But every king eventually finds his weakness. And I might just be his. “You belong to me, Zariah.” “I don’t belong to anyone.” His dark eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll see about that.”

Sophie is speech impaired; she communicates by writing on pieces of paper, and as such, she carries a notebook along with her wherever she goes. She was able to clearly express her anxiety and pain through these papers, sometimes through text messages too. It is fascinating that whenever she goes out, she doesn’t appear to be a pitiable figure. Sophie is bold and clever, and she is an enthusiastic being. She is a baker, and she owns her shop. Sophie’s voice is a great weapon, and there is a lot to her central figure. People assume that she has been mute from birth, but her condition was the aftermath of the sexual abuse she received from Mr. Adrian, her uncle, at the age of 12, and her aunt, Mrs. Eliana, feels shadowed by societal analysis, so she keeps quiet about it. Sophie decided to fight and survive, and she always chose to pick shattered pieces of herself broken.

They say if you work hard, you will be able to achieve what you want. Born in a modest family, orphan at a young age, struggling in a capitalistique world to find her place; that's what her daily life seemed to be. But who would have thought she would die a meaningless death when hit by a truck after leaving from the office?! And say what !? She died a virgin without even having a boyfreind once! Luckly the universe is righteous! She get's a new chance for life and become the daughter of the all powerful Duke Evanson! Lady Satiana Von Evanson! Living a life of pleasure she enjoys beeing rich and live a carefree life... But that all will change when she realize that the world she's reincarnated in is that of a Role play game called "Saga of Regulus". A fantazy world where magic and monsters exist... and what ? she is the main stories Female Villainess ! The Solis Family that rules over the Regulus empire, she is engaged to the heir to the throne ! The blonde Crown Prince Lukretus La Solis! Her nemesis! To escape a fate of ruin and destruction, she struggle day and night under the cover of the Sorceress Satania. With schemes and devious toughts she takes on the role of the Villainess with the sole purpose of survival! And during her journey... her fated encounter with the Red haired boy will change everything... "Who is this man? Why is he so familiar !? And why the hell am i falling for him! i don't have time for this! i need to continue with my plan!" With such toughts will she achieve her happiness? Will her hard work pay at last? Folow the story of the Sorceress and her journey against the fate of the Villainess!

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"Saffron, I asked you a question. What happened to your dress?" Atlas asked again like he cared. Why was he calling her name like they were pals? How did he even know her name? This was the first time in seven years that they talked. Atlas isn't one to care about mere workers in the mansion, let alone commit their names to memory. So why her? Ignoring Atlas was not an option, so she parted her lips. "I–" Saffron was about to lie her way through when she caught sight of Caspian walking over. "Talk to me! Did Caspian do this to you?!" Atlas frowned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. "How did–" so this was it? Atlas orchestrated last night's incident? He set her up! Now Caspian would think she was involved with Atlas! There's no way for her to prove her innocence anymore... "Ahh!" Saffron cried out loud and moved back with her rear hitting the wall. She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "I'm just an insignificant Chef who is only here to work, please I beg you, let me live… waaah… I want to live…!" She continued crying as she lamented sorrowfully like she was already having her last minute of life. Caspian walked past without acknowledging any of them with a mere glance. After he ambled out of the corridor, Atlas moved away and glared condescendingly at Saffron, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You've served your purpose. You were a mere pawn." ... Saffron, a Chef who wanted nothing but a simple life, ended up becoming a pawn in a life and death's game for three brothers. However, time will tell if she's a pawn, or the Queen on the chess board.

As the sole heiress of the illustrious Chapman family, I am born with severe sensory hypersensitivity, causing overwhelming episodes. Raised like a princess by my three fiercely protective older brothers—Adam, Beau, Claude—every detail of my life is tailored to perfection. Even the temperature of my drinking water has to be measured to the decimal. Everything changes when a new intern, Sunny Sinclair, joins Chapman Group. She calls herself Sunny the Sunshine, yet all she does is lower her head and wipe her tears whenever trouble arises. Somehow, she bewitches all three of the Chapman brothers. Before long, they start calling me difficult and spoiled, praising her instead for being humble, sensible, and easy to please. Then comes my birthday party. Sunny arrives wearing my haute couture gown and breaks the vintage pearl bracelet my late mother has left me as an heirloom. With reddened eyes, she hides behind Adam Chapman, my eldest brother, and whispers, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to touch it." My second brother, Beau Chapman, looks at me with icy contempt and scolds me for being spoiled. My third brother, Claude Chapman, gently wipes away Sunny's tears, comforting her. I stand there in silence for three seconds. Then, my hypersensitive attack strikes. Clutching my chest, I break down on the spot, sobbing until my whole body convulses before collapsing to the floor. The three brothers who have been condemning me earlier turn deathly pale. They drop to their knees in panic, begging me to breathe. Too bad. When someone with a rare condition like mine is pushed past the limit, the consequences can be life-threatening.