Princess Sofia's Mom の小説・ストーリー

"Matteo is a man of integrity, so I know he won't easily agree to a divorce. But I don't want to see him trapped and suffering in this marriage, nor do I want our child to grow up unable to call him 'Dad.' "If you truly want to leave him, maybe we can both walk away happy in the end." I stared steadily at Sofia. Her hands resting on the table were slightly rough—clear signs of a life marked by hardship. The steam from the coffee blurred her features, yet I could still discern a heavy undercurrent of ambition in her eyes. I recalled the sparse notes about her background in the file. She was born in a small border town with three older sisters and a younger brother. At 14 years old, she left s

Mother cried hard. Grandma laughed like a wicked witch and placed her hands on her waist. "You accepted because you’re a fool," she hissed. "Sofia was never part of this family. She never will be. Vivian is my favorite. She’s the only hope of the family, and that’s why I want it all for her," she said coldly. "Just let Sofia go. She did nothing," Mother begged. Grandma punched her. She fell to the ground like a dying dog. "Ahhh," she cried out.

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"

If she did, she would have already ripped it out to send to Theodore. “Don’t even think about getting comfortable in this palace, princess,” Sofia adds, her tone dripping with a cruel, malicious satisfaction. “You’re going right back to the crimson cage you crawled out of the very second your father gets what he wants from this family. So you better get something useful out of the Morozov lord tonight so you can actually get started on that little journal of yours.” I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches, the raw physical pain in my back flaring in tandem with the anger in my veins.

Carlo now possessed the knowledge he sought, painting a clearer picture of the events that had unfolded. Carlo was taken aback by the unexpected decision his mother had made, appointing Sofia as the heiress of the Ricci Empire. Conflicting emotions surged through his heart, leaving him bewildered. Throughout his life, Carlo had never shown any affection toward his daughter, Sofia, harboring a deep-seated hatred for her mother—his wife—until her death. His interactions with Sofia had always been cold and callous.

Many of the king's sons were crazy about hee, it made her get many matchmaking proposals from the kings for their son, even though she was only 15 years old. Princess Sofia walked gracefully towards Nathania who was standing with all her attention on her. Princess Sofia stood in front of her, showing her charming sweet smile and lowering her head slowly paying homage to the figure they thought was the Great Prince. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty! I am Sofia Grevaldia, daughter of King Julian and Queen Erika of Evangelia. It is a great honor for me to meet the Grand Prince of Lithonia!" she said gracefully and confidently. Enchanted everyone in the hall.

She had to continue running the business low-key because her eldest son is too soft-hearted despite how brilliant he is. Then there is Ronan's Mother— Sofia, the daughter of one of the greatest politicians in New York. She met Ronan's father at an event and the rest they say, is history. In the interview I watched, she said it was love at first sight for both of them and they have been together ever since. Sofia has always been a princess, she runs different organizations for women's empowerment and for children in need. She also has another organization for people with terminal illnesses. The tabloids call her a saint or an angel, depending on which tabloids you read. From my research, if t

I said, looking at Peggy. Not so long ago, Peggy confessed about her mother's family. It turned out, she was a real Princess. Well, her mom was the only daughter of the King of Flousia, but was exiled and stripped off from her title when she married Peggy's father. Her grandfather eventually wanted Peggy to live in Flousia and do her duties as a princess but she declined because of Jayden.

"Sofia had a daughter before getting married, and nobody even knows who the father is..." "Vincenzo's right. She brought this upon herself for not following the rules!" "I heard Don Rossi doesn't have much time left. Once he's gone, the Rossi family will belong to Vincenzo. Don't meddle in their affairs!" Every word cut into my heart like a knife. I clenched my fists and shouted through gritted teeth, "I'm not! I'm the principessa of the Rossi family! You're the bad one!" My mother was still trembling from the pain, but she still reached for me with everything she had. "Lia, don't be afraid. Mom's here... Have you lost your mind?! Lia is your daughter!"