Sofia Carson Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"Oh, I forgot." "You're just the bastard daughter of some nobody family." "Even if you wanted to have a child, Carter's father, the Don, would never allow a child with tainted blood through the doors of the Rossi family." After all, everyone who knew Sofia knew about the sordid things she'd done in her past. The words were barely out of my mouth when two sounds rang out at once. "Sloane!" A sharp smack. Sofia stood before me, her hand, now lowered, having struck me hard across the face.

Carlo now possessed the knowledge he sought, painting a clearer picture of the events that had unfolded. Carlo was taken aback by the unexpected decision his mother had made, appointing Sofia as the heiress of the Ricci Empire. Conflicting emotions surged through his heart, leaving him bewildered. Throughout his life, Carlo had never shown any affection toward his daughter, Sofia, harboring a deep-seated hatred for her mother—his wife—until her death. His interactions with Sofia had always been cold and callous.

Yet ever since that little incident at the restaurant, he found himself unexpectedly distracted. “Sofia Cruz Morales.” His cousin, Sasha Alcaraz, said the name with thinly veiled disdain. She sat across from him in an upscale restaurant with her long legs crossed and a pristine white blazer draped over her shoulders. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows glowed on her sharp features. The European genes they both inherited from their grandparents blended seamlessly with their Filipino roots, giving them an aristocratic edge—something their family had long used to their advantage.

That was possibly why they were getting married. " but that child isn't mine" I said and watched her roll her eyes. " Man, the girl looks like you, there's obviously no doubt that that girl is your daughter" Ethan said. " stop acting stupid" Sophia said as she handed her phone to me. It was a photo of a very cute baby girl. She had my lips and oh my goodness. She was so beautiful. This was a combination of both I and Faryah. She was an epitome of beauty. " you know that Khalifa is a black man right?, is that baby even a tiny bit black?" Sophia asked and I shook my head and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Xo explained. “It was actually Malenya that figured it out. The first thing we found out was Felicity’s great-great-grandmother was from the Crystal Shadow Coven in Scottland. Felicity and Sofyia also carry the Lycan gene.” Dayton explained. “WHAT? No way, all of our family is human.” Sofyia screeched.

A cold smile hung on Andrea’s face as she took a few steps closer to her and spoke unhurriedly, "Why should I?” Carolina snorted, her expression full of disdain: "Seb is the heir to the Munoz Empire, you're just a fatherless girl from the countryside,you don’t have a good background,just a professor title to your name,there’s nothing great about that but me,I’m from the same world as him,my family is power,I have a strong power,good education and perfect appearance,I'm worthy of him." Carolina gave a cold snort in her heart, she had said it so bluntly, she didn't believe that this woman didn't have some self-awareness!

I stand and give the guards their orders. Rebecca’s interrogation goes as expected, she is no longer hiding her venomous words or bitterness behind fake sweetness and shrieks over being banished and jailed. Carson’s is interesting. Before I even speak he starts right in with, “You are fated to my daughter!” “I am not fated to Rebecca and you know it,” I hiss. “No, but you are fated to Kaiya and I had it confirmed that she is my daughter many years ago. I couldn’t stand how similar she is in looks to her mother, the one she-wolf I wanted but never gave in willingly,” Carson admits.

"Matteo is a man of integrity, so I know he won't easily agree to a divorce. But I don't want to see him trapped and suffering in this marriage, nor do I want our child to grow up unable to call him 'Dad.' "If you truly want to leave him, maybe we can both walk away happy in the end." I stared steadily at Sofia. Her hands resting on the table were slightly rough—clear signs of a life marked by hardship. The steam from the coffee blurred her features, yet I could still discern a heavy undercurrent of ambition in her eyes. I recalled the sparse notes about her background in the file. She was born in a small border town with three older sisters and a younger brother. At 14 years old, she left s

She was a carbon copy of her father except for the skin color. Fair as snow, she inherited her skin from her mother who was of Arab and European descents. It was often said that she inherited the best from both worlds which made it hard to pinpoint her true roots. Using this to her advantage, she successfully created a new profile for herself, hiding under an American citizenship. No one ever suspected she wasn't truly American or that her name wasn't originally Veronica Morgan. Using her the tech skills she learnt while with Dante, she successfully wiped out her own records and replaced with a different information.

Salk. “How can you be this cruel?” Sofiya questioned. Mrs. Salk stepped closer to Sofiya, gripped her cheeks hard, and said, “oh! Come on, we were not being cruel. We were trying hard to be friendly with you but you were the one always being so stubborn and difficult to deal with just like your father, Carlo who would have not lost his life if he had listened to us.” Sofiya shoved Mrs. Salk hard on the ground yelling, “don’t you dare to take my father’s name.”