Princess Sofia's Mom Novels & Stories

YULIA “She is my fiancee.” Alexander repeated. Sofia’s face flushed with warmth, but it soon disappeared when she remembered that he was lying to his grandfather. She glanced at the faces of his grandfather and the lady who was standing behind Mr. Gareth. Sofia wondered why the grandfather had different surnames. She closed her eyes and opened them almost immediately. He probably might be Alexander’s mother's father; she knew Alexander, but she knew nothing about his family.

"You did so well," I said trying to evade her mind from the embarrassment she felt walking down to the room I could feel how angry she was and whispers from corners of the ballroom before we left. Queen Sofia has always been a woman who loves trampling people's egos if she doesn't like them. But she doesn't know what comes her way, the woman she hates will have to be my pretend surrogate till she has my child and the charade can be over. Her nastiness to her has to be cut short.

"Do your job well. You should feel honored that Sofia appreciates your talent in design." As if wanting to sear the words into my brain, he continued, "Your work is what keeps you alive. Do as Sofia asks, understand?" The Principessa of the Greco family, Sofia Greco, was in charge of smuggling high-end antique jewelry and laundering the proceeds. At the sound of her name, the memory of that torment came flooding back, and I could scarcely keep myself from shaking. Three years ago, after my parents died and my family was wiped out, I ended up in Sofia's factory. I was almost raped by the foreman when Riccardo saved me and brought me to his home.

Lucas, beside me, keeps that tense smile he uses when he’s trying to force things to work out. “It’s going to be fine, Sofia,” he says, touching my hand. I just nod. After everything that happened, after everything I found out, I don’t really know why I’m here. Maybe pity. Maybe curiosity. Maybe it’s just easier to go with the flow than face another confrontation. The door opens, revealing a tall woman with perfect posture, blonde hair in an elegant bun, and a silk dress that surely costs more than my entire car. “Mom,” Lucas smiles, hugging her.

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—"

I ignore her, turning to leave the room when I remember something else. “Another thing, Jessica left the keys in her car for you. Drive it back to my place when you guys are done. I am going to take my Princess home.” She mock solutes me and I roll my eyes, leaving the nursery behind me. One day Jessica will be a mother, and I will make sure that the babe she births is mine. For now, I will just make sure Jessica is comfortable and that her mother and stepfather can’t get to her after what that priss of an ex and that whore Helen did to my poor Princess.

When I flinched away, his eyes turned to ice. "Helen, you brought this upon yourself." "Your mother died because she was cheap and ignorant, trying to get her hands on our money." "You shouldn't have made a scene over something so petty at my mother's sacred ceremony, spouting such nonsense." "If you ask me, it's a good thing your mother is dead. Without her, you can finally cut your old ties and be my Donna, once and for all." Just as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded from the entrance. My mother, Sofia, wrapped in an old woolen shawl, walked slowly onto the lawn. Her calm gaze swept over the crowd as she asked, "What's all the commotion? Who died?"

Isabella hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough. Her mother noticed. “Isabella.” There was a firm tone in her voice now. Expecting honesty. Isabella swallowed. “Alessandro Valenti,” she said. The lie came out smoothly. Too smoothly. Her mother’s expression changed instantly. Not surprise. Not happiness. But something else. Disapproval. “I see,” she said slowly. Isabella avoided her gaze. “It’s just a birthday gift,” she added quickly. “Nothing serious.”

"And also, I didn't expect him to accept my offer because who am I? I am only famous in the Philippines. She inspires me to be the best so I have achieved everything I have today. She is the Princess of Austria, top one famous model and fashion designer in the world. She also owns a Spanish luxury fashion and company called MM. I know you are familiar with that brand because it is the most famous brand in the world. I guess you already know who, let us all welcome! Princess Sofia Dahlia Parma!” The audience cheered loudly and all the media and cameras were focused only on me. I smiled sweetly at them. Tristan was supporting me to the stage so I heard various whispers. “OMG! Is he the father

“Names?” “I’ll be Diana,” Claudia said dramatically. “A princess from a distant land.” Sofia laughed. “Then I’m Princess Sofia the First—wife to Prince Hugo of Disneyland.” Ava stared at them. “You two are unbelievable.” Before Sofia could reply, her phone rang. Madre(mom) She stepped aside. “Salve, madre,” she greeted smoothly. (“Greetings, mother.”) “How are you, Sofia?” “I’m fine. I heard you and father are in California—”