Novel & Cerita Secret Of Sofia

she said out loud. ** Ciro wondered why Sofia had picked this location; an old building which had no one leaving in it; he had always found reason to believe that Sofia was a psycho and this was exactly an evidence to prove his point. "You really never change from the ideology of being punctual you held up" he turned and saw Sofia all dressed up in black matching clothing. Ciro thought of the character black widow in the avenger movie when he saw her look. "So what is it you want to tell me about Elena, hurry up I have no time to spare" he said

“W-what do you mean you think you know? What do you know about me?” “Why are you getting all worked out, huh? Are you scared that I would blow the horn with your secrets?” I will not admit to her that I know that she is not Paula’s mother, but this is me trying to keep her uneasy. Not so long ago I went to Sofia’s sister’s place; I went there with my true identity as Sergio Garnier, a cop because I do not think that she would have let me in, and I was glad that she did not mind us talking about Sofia’s past before she died. She did confirm to me that Sofia indeed had a secret affair with Paula’s father, and she came to her to tell her that she was pregnant, which was twenty-three years ago.

As I indulge in the crisp bitterness of the beer, Sofia broaches the topic of my father's clandestine affairs. "Sonja once alluded to the possibility of your father having other children. Perhaps delving into that could unearth something substantial," Sofia suggests, her gaze fixed on me with unwavering intensity. I shake my head resolutely. "No, that's not enough. I'm thinking more along the lines of jail time or probation." Sofia exhales a resigned sigh, her frustration palpable. "Don't you have some covert operatives or resources at your disposal? Someone who can delve into the depths of secrecy on your behalf?"

Gemma climbed up more gracefully from the other side, sitting cross-legged like a small cat pretending to be calm. Sofia squinted at my phone. “What are you looking at?” “A state secret.” Gemma spotted my sunglasses on the pillow. “Can I borrow your phone?” “Not if you’re planning to run while wearing them.” Gemma didn’t argue. Which meant she absolutely was. Sofia dropped her body against my arm, staring out at the grove. “Papa’s mad again.” “Probably because of you two.” Sofia nodded. “Yeaah.”

“I have a friend—Lena. She runs a tailor’s by the seaside. She always needs more hands. I will talk to her.” Elizabeth’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Would you?” she asked. “We can pay—” “No need for that,” Sofia said. “It’s the least I can do.” Elizabeth hugged her. “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!” Sofia smiled. “I have to go now. I’ll come by later with soup. Doctors never feed people enough.” Elizabeth laughed nervously. “Sofia? We… we would like to keep the pregnancy a secret for as long as we can.”

For as long ss I can remember, we've always had each other's back and she's the one besides Klaire that I can trust with anything. I sought her out when she's not doing anything to talk to her. "What's up? I still have lots to do." Sofia complained as she wipe her hands on her apron. I sighed and made sure no one's around. "I caught Klaire having a secret meeting with Alpha Leonel last night. God knows how many times it happened already." Sofia gasped, covering her mouth in shock, eyes wide as saucers before she too looked around and stepped closer to me. "Why?! Is she having an affair with him?" She whisper-yelled at me in question, hands gripping my arm in anticipation.

ALESSANDRA After waiting for several days, Cortez finally returned with news about his investigation. According to him, Sofia was an orphan from the city of San Remo who snuck out the country illegally through a stowaway. She was then caught by a prostitute smuggling ring and worked for them for four years before she met Giovanni, who paid for her freedom. “Are you sure that's all you have about her?” I asked Cortez. A wave of desperation and helplessness gripped my heart when I discovered he had brought nothing useful like I'd hoped.

"Because he saved me?" Sofia looked at me for a long time. "It is because he changed the rules. In our world, secrets are power. Christopher gave those secrets away to save you. To the old men in the families, that is a crime. They don't see a girl; they see a weakness." "I never wanted to be a weakness," I whispered. "Then be a strength," Sofia said. "Eat your soup." I ate slowly. The food was amazing, but I couldn't stop thinking about what Sofia said. I was a "weakness."

"If they knew what you were on the day you were born, you wouldn't have survived the night. The Covenant would have liquidated you. The Triad would have drained you dry. I had to make you feel worthless so they would treat you as a servant instead of a target!" "You protect me by branding me? By handing me to Zilo Graves like a piece of livestock?" Sofia’s laughter was a cold, jagged thing. "You didn't hide me to save me. You hid me so you could keep the 'blueprint' to yourself. You waited until the highest bidder showed up, and then you handed them the keys to my cage. But I'm done being a secret. I want the truth about Rosa. I want to know what happened to my mother."

"But I think it's only me that notice and it was a secret till I tell you now." “It’s luck and Doctor Harvey might not notice it.” Tasha said. Her interest was already high, but she kept it to herself because Doctor Harvey’s life seemed to be like a puzzle that couldn’t be solved in a month, so questioning Sofia for hours would just be a waste of time. “Yes, it is.” Sofia affirmed. She curtsied her head with a smile, and Tasha respectively bowed her head in return, and Sofia walked past her. As Sofia laid her hand on the door handle, a thought zoomed into her head, and she turned back.