Princess Sofia's Mom Novels & Stories

After a brief pause, she added, "I seem to have misplaced the documentation with the company's signature." "Come on. You reported it at the time and even attempted to bring Sarah's father's company signature to me last night." "I made a mistake.” “They could have saved them if they investigated properly when you reported it.” Mrs. Elizabeth reached for a bag, carefully bringing out a small photo album. She gently swung it open. "This is my daughter," she said softly. "I just want to live a quiet life taking care of her." She raised her hand holding her phone and showed us a picture of her daughter. Then, she tenderly placed the phone over her heart, her expression filled with love and warmth

) "Non crederesti a chi è l'ultima conquista di tuo figlio?" (You would not believe who is your son's latest conquest?) Sofia continued to nag Dimitri's father who kept quite not willing to play along with Sofia's antics. "Non so se lo sai, ma la principessa di Asentrix è misteriosamente scomparsa, e indovina chi ho trovato l'ha rapita e l'ha sempre fottuta, mettendo a repentaglio tutta la tua mafia e arrivando persino a recuperare i tuoi stupefacenti una priorità inferiore."

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’s POV Sofia arrived home to see her mother, Camille, in the living room, sitting next to a woman she didn’t recognize. “Oh, she’s home,” her mother said. “Come, Sofia. I want to introduce you to someone.” Sofia groaned. She just wanted to head to her room… and not have to deal with whatever her mum was into. She dragged her feet. “Sofia,” her mother said smoothly. “This is Victoria Anderson. Your professor’s wife.” That got her attention. Victoria was all controlled elegance with her brunette hair swept back, simple but expensive jewelry. “Sofia,” Victoria said, standing up. “My god. You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman.”

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?"