Secret Of Sofia Novels & Stories

She looked at me with so much admiration, it made me blush. "Oh my god, you are so pretty!" she squeaked, clasping her hands together. "Look at her hair, Greg! It’s like a shampoo commercial! Are you really okay? I heard you got shot right in the chest! That's so intense! Are you going to have a scar? I bet it’s a cool scar. I’m Sofia, by the way. I’m fourteen, and I already know I’m going to be a world-famous fashion designer." "Sofia, let her breathe," Greg said, stepping forward with a much quieter, shy smile. "Hi, Elena. I'm Greg. Welcome home. Sorry about her, she talks a lot."

And for the first time, Elena began to wonder if they had all been asking the wrong questions. Because whoever had frightened her father that badly... was still out there. --- Later that night, at the Rivera residence... Sofia sat on the edge of her bed, a suitcase resting in front of her. She flipped it open and carefully removed several flash drives and electronic devices, placing them neatly on the desk nearby. For a moment, she stared at them. Then she shook her head. "This won't do." She grabbed her phone and dialed a number. The call connected after the second ring.

She moved toward me with two of her perfumed little friends—one blonde, the other with a face that looked like she bit lemons for a hobby. “Well, well, well,” Sofia purred, circling me like a viper. “The gutter swine is finally going to get a taste of riches.” I ignored her and took another sip. “I must say, I never expected you to actually show your face again after what you pulled. Did you open your legs on command or did you have to beg? Before this all goes into your head, let me let you in on a secret. Stephan is just using you. You’ll be dumped in the trash faster than hot potatoes.”

“I need you both to do something for me, and it's against William, but you both have to promise not to ruin this” “What are you talking about?” Martinez asked, oblivious to anything he was saying. She never mentioned it in her letter and preferred to keep her knowledge of William between her and Freya, but it was probably time to eliminate him. “I have something to tell you both, especially you, Martinez” “Sofia, no secrets.” Martins sighed, and his shoulders lowered like he was disappointed. “ I apologize, but I'm a witch," Sofia said, and it shocked them. “A what!” Martinez exclaimed in shock.

“You’re not the only one holding secrets. I know yours too.” Cassia froze and turned, brows knitted. Sofia had risen from her chair, trembling but smiling faintly. “What do you mean?” Cassia demanded. “You think I don’t know? You’re not married to Damien. Arthur isn’t his son.” Her smile widened. “He’s Aiden’s.” Cassia’s chest tightened, though her face betrayed nothing. She stared at Sofia in silence, wondering, dreading how she had found out. “You don’t want Aiden to know,” Sofia continued. “I could tell him… but I won’t, if you keep your mouth shut about Ethan’s true identity.”

“Spread your legs.” He complied, trembling. I freed myself, rubbing my cock between his cheeks, teasing his hole. “Sofia’s backstory—full truth. Now.” “After the accident,” he panted, “she hacked Dad’s old files. Found Bratva links. Vowed revenge. Met Enzo at a underground fight club—med student patching fighters. He saw her fire, trained her. Guns, codes, poisons. They’ve been lovers for a year. She’s his mole in hospitals—treating rivals, extracting info. But she hid it from me. Protected me.”

But it didn't matter as long as it brought happiness to my little girl. Sofia raced to the treehouse ladder, glancing back at us like she expected applause. “Daddy, wait there! I’m gonna show you my secret place.” Matteo tilted his head. “Secret place, huh?” “She only lets people in after a loyalty test.” Enzo called from the porch with a cup of coffee in hand. “Took me three weeks.” Matteo laughed, then turned to me. “I’ve faced cartel lords and death, but apparently Sofia’s loyalty test is the real final boss.”

Finally, I managed to stammer, "W-Why didn't you ever tell me about her, Sofia? Why keep this secret hidden all this time?" Sofia's gaze met mine, and for a moment, there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. "You dare not talk to me about hidden things, Alex. You kept millions from me!” She yelled, her voice carrying a touch of sorrow. "Olivia and I... we share a complicated history, one that I've tried to shield myself from."

Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess. Sofia pushed back hard some days. Tried to escape twice. Both times he caught her, spanked her ass raw, then fucked her so good she cried from the pleasure. One night he took her upstairs to a bigger room with windows. Showed her the files on every woman. The messages they’d sent after choosing to stay. Proof they were happier, freer, more themselves than they’d ever been. Sofia read

“Are you the man who can move the product I need? Or am I wasting my time with middlemen?” Malik’s lips curled into a faint, appreciative smile. He stepped closer, invading her personal space. He smelled of sandalwood and cigar smoke. “I’m no middleman. But I need to know who I’m doing business with. You walk into my place, all fire and confidence… it makes a man curious.” “The name’s Sofia,” she said, giving the alias she’d practiced a hundred times. “And my confidence comes from cash. Do you want it or not?”