Princess Sofia's Mom Novels & Stories

For Enzo and Lara, who had been left at the Carsons' mansion, it was a different story, because although they were being looked after by Soraya and Valentina, Sofia was still their mother-in-law after all. While Soraya was taking a nap and Valentina had gone to slice some fruit for the children, Sofia took the chance to go downstairs and looked at the two children playing on the living room floor, and there was not a trace of affection in her eyes. It was filled with anger and hatred. Her son must have married Victoria because of these children, and if the children disappeared, her marriage would certainly cease to exist. Cruelty grew in Sofia's eyes as she watched the children playing happi

your mother had a mate but her sister didn't, Sofia your mother wanted the throne so bad she locked her younger sister for days preventing her from going out or the possibility of her finding her mate. We both know it should have been a fair chance and everyone should be allowed. Sofia you did find her mate and I tell you the first glance of a mate is nothing compared to precious jewels and yes they did mate but she knew it would hurt your mother hence she kept it away and did all she could for your mother to be queen.

"I don't have the murderer yet, but I found out that your father had a lot to gain from the death of your mother." My mind is not processing what Marco is saying. Is he saying that my father had her whacked? "What are you saying, Marco?" "I'm saying that your mother had a lot of properties and shares. Your Grand Papa was Alfonso Rossi." I scratch my head in confusion. Why did my Mama not tell me that her father was a billionaire? Alfonso Rossi practically owned Italy in the 1980s. He's a legend. I remember reading that his heir to the Rossi fortune was Annabella Rossi, his only living relative. I never thought anything more. Why would my Mama marry a guy like my father when she had a high so

“What other news?” “I heard that princess Sue had arrived in the palace. She was summoned by the queen to go with the prince and princess.” “Princess Sue?” “She is a daughter of the monarch in the southeast kingdom. Her cause was to help poor people. She got good reputation on many people and she was supposed to marry prince Jion if not for the sudden declaration of the decree to stop the war.” “He was supposed to marry her then?” “I believe so, princess.” Shuna answered. Just before Alminah could pull another question to her, the palace guards came in to inform her departure from the palace. They needed to travel now to start the cause.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

The palace smelled of roses and power. Emily had grown up beneath golden ceilings and marbled corridors, the daughter of a king who measured every movement of her life against the weight of a crown. To the world, she was the perfect princess—poised, soft-spoken, draped in silk gowns that shimmered when she walked. But beneath the layers of elegance, she often wondered whether she was living a life of her own or one borrowed from centuries of tradition. Her father, King Edward, believed that duty came before desire. To him, a crown was not

Sofia froze, wide-eyed, clinging to him as his mother stood there, fury twisting her elegant features. “FUCK Mom, what are you doing here?” Grayson yelled, quickly pulling up his pants. “This?!” she spat, her eyes raking over Sofia’s half-naked body. “This is what you’re doing while your future slips away? While the heir is stolen from you?” Grayson’s breath came heavy, his lips still wet from Sofia’s skin. His mother’s words sank deep, laced with venom. “Or is this it, Grayson? Do you plan to give me a grandchild from her?”

"Mommy, mommy, all you ever say is mommy. And which mommy do you mean?" "Sofia. Sofia is my mommy." She pinched my cheek, exasperated that I wouldn't come around. "She's not your mother. You're Moreno blood, and you have to come back to the Moreno family."

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

"What does that have to do with me?" The lawyer looked at him coldly. "Your wife, Sofia Bellandi, is Sofia Valenti. The only daughter of Salvatore Valenti." Matteo's pupils contracted. No. Impossible. The Sofia he knew was quiet, capable, and had no family to speak of. Even their wedding had been small. She had lived with him in a basement apartment when he was broke. She stayed up all night revising proposals. She stood beside him at dinners and handled investors who would have eaten him alive. She never talked about her past. She never used her background to pressure anyone.