Mom's The Word Sofia The First Novels & Stories

‘Don’t make him angry. She’d heard those words more often than she could count. She’d spent her life tiptoeing around ‘angry’. ‘You don’t have to live like this, watching everything you say and everything you do because of him.’ Looking at her mother, Sophia felt sad. Once, she’d been a beauty and it had been that blonde, Nordic beauty that had attracted the attention of the rich playboy Alexander Leonidas. Her mother had been dazzled by wealth and power and she’d melted under his charm like candle wax under a hot flame, never seeing the person beneath the smooth sophistication.

The tension in her chest shattered into something overwhelming, twisting painfully. Because despite everything… Despite her fear… He hadn’t left her alone in this fight. “Mommy?” Aria’s soft voice pulled her back to reality, her daughter staring up at her with wide, curious eyes. “Why are you crying?” Sofia blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears. She hadn’t even realized. “I’m not, sweetheart. Mommy’s just… happy.” Aria grinned, syrup on her cheeks. “Because of pancakes?” Sofia let out a soft laugh, brushing her daughter’s curls back.

He took his car keys and they both left to their mum's mansion. HOLLANDS' MANSION Clifford packed the car and they both went in to meet their mum. They got to the hall to meet the entire family. Mad.Flora got furious on seeing his son " What is this Cliff." She asked furiously landing a heavy slap on his face. "What were you thinking?! Rosita and your unborn child has gone missen and this is what you are doing? Huh....tell me.." she asked with tears in her eyes.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Sofia's POV The following morning, I woke up to the banging on my room door, and my eyes jolted open to loud voices, things being moved, and my mother’s sharp voice. “Mom?” I called, pushing the blankets off, and she burst into my room before I could stand. Her face was white, and her hands shook. “Sofia, we have to go, we have an hour.” she gasped, grabbing my arm. “Go where? What happened?” I asked, confused.

"I didn't realize until now that you were the one who treated me the best. I've never met my Mamma. You raised me until I was seven. You always protected me. In my heart, you're my Mamma. Please don't leave, okay?" This was the first time Sofia had ever cried for me. Any other child's tears would have undone me, but I had spent too many years being hurt by this one. I felt nothing at all for her now. If they had truly cared about me, they would have apologized for the dress. They would have made amends for what had been done to Mom's ashes. But they never did. At this point, it didn't even matter whether their remorse was real. I gently pushed Sofia away. "Let go. I'm not your Madre. I've al

SOFIA "Done with this pack, done with your family's disrespect, done with being treated like an unwanted burden." "Sofia, you're being dramatic—" "Am I?" I step closer, and Andrew actually takes a step back. "Your mother just slapped me in your home while accusing me of bringing shame to your pack. Your sister called me a liability and an omega. And you—" My voice breaks slightly. "You stood there and excused it." "I'm trying to keep the peace—"

It was Anna, Leonardo's mother, who had approached and enveloped Sofia in a tender, motherly embrace Sofia stood there, stunned by the unexpected gesture. She couldn't bring herself to react immediately, her arms frozen by her sides as Leonardo's mother’s warm embrace enveloped her. It had been years since someone had shown her such genuine affection, and the flood of emotions caught her off guard. Her eyes welled up with tears, and a lump formed in her throat as memories of her deceased mother flooded her mind.

She insists the babies will call her grandma. My son and daughter have their mother's dark eyes and hair. They're perfect. This morning is the first time Sofia is willing to leave the babies and join the club for a ride. Curly Sue and Red stay behind to watch the kids. Everyone else is with us. Sofia has her own cut now declaring she's a Desert Crow. I'm so proud to have her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She's changed and though she worried about becoming a mother, she's incredible. I never had a doubt. Sofia is the mother of the entire club. She fills these shoes with an iron fist, vocal cords that bring the roof down, and more love then most of the club has ever experienced.

Before we could open the door, my mom walked out. "You are back. I have missed you, Ava," My mom said, then she hugged me "Hey, Mom," I replied "And you must be Sofia. Oh my, the two of you really do look identical. Well, except for your eyes," my mom said, and then she shocked Sof by hugging her. "Um, yeah. Hello," Sof said