Sofia And Hugo Novels & Stories

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

Her hair was swept into a sleek bun with loose tendrils framing her face, her makeup minimal but flawlessly enhancing her natural features. Mateo adjusted his suit, a proud yet nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had always known Sofia was striking, but tonight, she truly embodied the strength and poise of a Montero. They were here to make an impression, and Sofia was the perfect face of their legacy.

I turned slowly, taking in his half-drenched face, the lashes clumped by water. Inwardly I cursed the effortless beauty apparently reserved for creatures like him. “What do you mean you lost? You were the one who jumped in first!” I snapped. “A noble sacrifice,” Hugo said, hand to chest in melodramatic fashion. “I knew you couldn’t resist the lure of this pool for long, so I surrendered for love.” I rolled my eyes. “What sappy romance did you study this morning?”

Laughing. Café Mariana buzzed with soft clinks of cups and chatter. I spotted Sofia right away—her red Louis Vuitton scarf bright in the crowd. Next to her sat a man I recognized from photos: Alejandro Vega. He stood when he saw me, tall and calm, with tousled dark hair and kind eyes. “Emily!” Sofia stood and hugged me. She whispered, “You look terrible. What happened?” I tried to smile. “Morning chaos. I'll explain later.”

“ poor Sofia my child, my world he said those words aloud and that startled Sofia back from her own thoughts and they both bursted into a cry loudly .Loudly enough for nurses and doctors to hear loudly for other patients to hear. Her father Javier then stood up from where he sat and they both embraced each other. “This is never the end of the world. Javier trying to console his beloved daughter Sofia ”I promised to fight for you and be by your side. Your battle is mine to fight. You don't have to worry, just think of how to heal and be strong for me. Damien Hale have always loved his ex mate Nadia Blame even when Sofia was still in the picture his heart was with Nadia Blame. Nadia and Damien

Ah! Called the name of it alone makes Sofia out of breath. She was always looking for the whereabouts of the man even when she already in a relationship with Haidar. New this year, after Haidar proposed to her and they intend to get married, Sofia the more diligent to a psychologist for therapy and eventually succeed. Abizar no longer is his obsession and she hoped would continue to be so.

Nora retorted, “Hey, isn’t Mr. Lovelace the only person who could represent you?” Sofia was putting on makeup for Nora. When she heard this, she tapped the tip of Nora’s small nose with a soft brush and said with a smile, “You’re wrong. How can I feel at ease to let him go out for dinner with a beautiful young girl like you? That would be too risky.” “Don’t you trust Mr. Lovelace?” Nora did not believe Sofia’s words at all. Milo and Sofia were famous for their affection for each other and Milo’s devotion to Sofia.

She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful. “Disgusting” she blurted. "Sofia Russo," the words rolled off the tongue of the infamous mafia don, Luca Greco, as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Ex-husband Tony Moretti. Has a seven-year-old daughter, Isabella." Sofia's heart raced as she realized this man knew more about her than she'd ever imagined. "Give me a chance, sweetheart," Luca demanded, his voice silky smooth. "Let me take care of you and your princess."

I was torn between my desire for Sofia and my resolve to kill her. Sofia, sensing my hesitation, pulled away, feeling rejected and hurt. She turned to walk away, but I couldn’t let her go. “Fuck, I want you!” I reached out and pulled her back, our eyes met in a moment of vulnerability before I tilted her head and kissed her.

he said. “Nope, Don’t want her, she sounded too desperate,” I said. “Okay what if we stop your mom from worrying about you, by introducing the girl from last night as your girlfriend and that you would love to settle down with her,” He explained, “That would save you a couple of years before she starts nagging you again,” I leaned back on my chair, spinning my pen as I considered the idea. “What is her name,” I asked after a while. “ Sofeya Ortega,”