Secret Of Sofia Novels & Stories

“I mean… does she have any secret that you know about?” Mother thought for a moment. “I don’t know much. But… she always talked about a CD player that hol ds most of her secrets.” Sofia and I froze. Our eyes met instantly. Then we both looked down at the CD in Sofia’s hand.

Sofia's speech was suspended when she heard that male voice suddenly sound, it was not necessary to turn around to realize that it was Leonardo who was there. Sofia didn't turn around, but she grimacingly instructed Emma to hold up some papers and pretend to work. She didn't know if she would scold Emma, but it was all too likely to happen. "Yes, sir... that's what we are working on," she answered, finally turning around and facing him. It was as if beauty and evil were inseparable allies trying to seduce her, because if not, how to explain that Leonardo White was so attractive and at the same time, so evil? Sofia knew stories of other secretaries, stories that out of sheer caution she would

Louis waited in the lounge, scrolling through his phone, the soft music playing in the background. Then he heard the heels. He looked up. Sofia stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her smile thin and sharp. She looked like she had walked straight out of a magazine, but her eyes were cold. Louis rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. "Wow," Sofia said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I wouldn't believe I would see you here. Well, you can't be here if it wasn't for Lorenzo's money." Louis leaned back in his chair, his expression bored. "Well, he loves me. He gives me all his money too."

Seriously, what was with them? "And who is she?" The lady raised his brow at me. "Beatriz, I told you before we arrived, she's Franklin's stepdaughter, Sofia Sulivan." "Oh, I see." She shrugged before she faked a smile. "Hi, Sofia, nice to meet you." Franklin cleared his throat. "Sofia, this is mister and misis Keating---" "Oh just call me Pia." "Call me Benedict," the old man said. "And this is Beatriz, their lovely daughter," Franklin added.

"Please..." "Say a word about me going back into that house and this might be the last job you get till you die," I said, stepping closer to him. "But your father...." "It seems you've lived your life to the brim, and I need to make one more thing clear, I am Sofia, the only daughter of the man who hired you, so I'm telling you now with the power I command, get out of my way or we put an end to this right here and now," I said, barely holding back the rage I'd been holding in the whole day.

"Really? Miss pretty?" "Yes." "What's your name?" "Sofia," she whispers softly. "Well Sofia, I want to tell you a secret." He urges her to move closer and she does. "I also find miss pretty very very pretty." He says loud enough for the rest of the girls to hear and they giggle. Sofia's eye light up when she asks the next question. "Does that mean you'll make her a princess?" He smiles and I can't help but admire how handsome he is.

She felt a little embarrassed for space out. "S-Sorry Sir. Actually I came to tell you that the Russians are here. Should I arrange the meeting? " she informed him before apologising for her silly act. He just gave her a curt nod before telling her to leave. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath losing his tie. "Great pleasure to meet you again Alexander " Zacarias Casso the Russian mafia leader said, shaking his hand with Alexander. "Well I can't say the same. By the way, it's Mr. Kingston for you" Casso instantly felt embarrassed by his rude remark in front of his employee. He clenched his jaw to shallow the insult the young man threw at him.

The outfit was casual and stylish at the same time. Walking over to the bed, where Josh was, Sofia rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, please. Like you have anything interesting going on in here anyway." Josh sat up, exasperated. "Whatever, what do you want?" Sofia's smirk widened as she brought out her smartphone from her pocket and held it up. "I just saw the video of you on the internet," she said, her tone mocking. "Nice job keeping a low profile, big shot." She knew that Josh had been trying to keep a low profile ever since he found out he was a De La Cruz, and it was hilarious to her that, while he was trying so hard to hide his identity, there was a video of him on the

“That’s the thing. No one knows. It’s one of those lost treasures, the kind people kill for.” The tone of the man's voice made Leila shiver. She thanked him nevertheless, and turned to leave, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this story. So she climbed back up the stairs, her mind buzzing with hypothesis. When she finally made it outside, she hopped into her snowmobile and headed back to the chalet. Once inside, she filled Wolfie’s bowl, trying to ignore the unease prickling at the back of her neck. Then she grabbed her iPad, fired it up, and typed “Mikhail Grossman” into the search bar.

He promised me, he had promised to leave all his illegal work behind. No my Ansh, my Ansh can’t do this to me. I trust him, I trust him with my life. ‘That is why you are still hiding,’ her inner self mocked as her throat ran dry. ‘I know my Ansh will prove me wrong,’ I said to myself as beads of sweat rolled down my spine. The cold chill of terror is not helping at all. I curled myself to the side on the floor of the car so that his graze does not land on me; he drove for a full 30 minutes before he stopped. And walked out of the car.