Novel & Cerita Secret Of Sofia

“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?”

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Don't worry, you can't be safer than being under Heidi's protection. I have never met anyone with the fighting skills she has. Sofia breaks the silence and starts to pull me along with her when the others start walking again. I know nothing about her, and I'm getting more curious to find out. "How come she is such a good fighter when she is a rogue?" I ask Sofia while looking at Heidi's back when she walks a bit ahead of us all. We are walking behind everyone else, and I'm not sure they can hear what we are talking about. "She has never told us about her past. I once asked Liz about her and wanted to know how they knew each other. She told me they met when they were pregnant, and she has ne

I shot a glance towards Fiona, who looked equally irritated, her blue eyes darkening with rage. “Enough, Sabrina!” Fiona snapped. “You’ve had your fun. Just go.” But Sabrina was nowhere near done. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So, Celeste, what’s the big secret, hm? Worried that Matt will find out that he’s been getting cozy with his friend’s little sister? Or are you just hiding that ugly face of yours, knowing that he wouldn’t want you otherwise?” Sabrina’s words stung. They stung especially because they were true. Matt wouldn’t want me, the real me. Not if he found out that I was Jack’s ugly little sister.

he asked but Sofia only smiled. “You should know me better Greg... I always have my ways” Greg didn't need to guess more on what ways she has. “Elder Morgan and Fern let you in. Sofia when is this going to end? I have worked with you for years and I am very much aware the thing chasing the cricket out of its hole must be something mightier than the cricket “I wasn't wrong when I said you know me better.” Sofia smiles. She reaches out her hand to him but Greg only stares at it.

Sofia Russo dashed into the elevator, running late for work, she also needed to give a reasonable explanation why she didn’t show up for work yesterday, but the guards were aware. But as soon as the doors closed, she found herself face-to-face with the notorious mafia don, Luca Greco. Her heart raced as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "Two minutes before the elevator stops. Enough time for a quickie." Sofia was taken aback, disgusted by his brazen proposition. She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful.

Then suddenly a plan appeared in her mind. “Who are you, miss?” The doctor asked. “My name is Sofia.” She replied. “Sofia, who?” The doctor continued. “That, I cannot say.” At that moment, Sofia decided to do one of the craziest thing of her life and that was to kept her identity hidden from the rest of the world. Yes, she decided that she would start a new life and took revenge on Christian at the same time. She must destroy that man the same way he destroyed her life and in order to do that, she must kept herself hidden until she was powerful enough to resurface.

Seraphina started. "Harold is too busy trying to save his sinking stocks to care about a woman he abandoned twenty years ago," Czar interrupted. "It's Sofia you have to worry about. She realizes now that someone with more power than her has stepped into the game. She’s not just angry, Seraphina—she’s terrified." Czar pulled back, turning to Rocco. "Monitor Sofia’s phone logs. I want to know the second she reaches out to a private investigator or a tabloid. If she so much as breathes Seraphina’s name to the press, I want her silenced."

"It’s beautiful, Mia. Is that the fountain?" "It’s the fountain," she said, her voice growing a tiny bit stronger. "But the water is gold in my drawing. Because that’s where the secrets are hidden." I felt a sharp, sweet ache in my chest. "I think you’re right." The peace was shattered by the heavy, rhythmic clack of heels on marble. The double doors swung open, and Sofia, a junior maid with a permanent sneer and a reputation for being the eyes and ears of the head housekeeper, marched in. She was carrying a tray with a bowl of cold-looking oatmeal and a glass of lukewarm water.

My family hadn't just turned their backs on me, they were trying to bury me alive while the whole nation watched. Sofia sat on a seat, but she was unrecognizable. Gone was the polished, ivory-clad princess of the gala. She was dressed in sharp, mourning black. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her hair was pulled back so tight it looked painful. "My sister is not a victim," Sofia’s voice rang out, cold and sharp as a shard of glass. "Iris Rossi didn't disappear. She didn't get kidnapped. She plotted. She seduced my fiancé under our own roof while I was busy with the preparation of the wedding."