Novel & Cerita Sofia Princess Ivy

“God, Elias, you’re useless. You should’ve retired five years ago.” “You should’ve shut your mouth twenty years ago!” he barked, slamming the laptop closed. “You don’t know anything about business! You think I liked having to call Viktor for a loan? That man sold arms during wartime!” “Maybe he should’ve sold you instead,” Ivy muttered from where she sat cross-legged near the closet, dressed in an oversized hoodie that used to belong to a maid she once screamed at for “breathing too loud.” Her hair was in a greasy bun, and she was trying to scrub a stain off her only pair of leggings.

in action. Ivy showed up at the venue ten minutes early. She was dressed in a sleek white jumpsuit, her hair swept into a sleek bun, subtle diamonds at her ears, lipstick as red as blood. Liam arrived a little late and when he saw her from across the room, his breath stalled just slightly. She didn’t even notice. Not right away. She was too busy charming one of the board members with a story about her recent fashion line. Her laugh was soft. Elegant. The kind of sound that made people lean in.

“I don’t know if I believe in miracles, but… this—her living it feels like one.” “I do,” I whispered. “I have to.” A nurse came in quietly, checking Sofia’s IV and monitors. Matteo and I both held our breath until she smiled faintly. “She’s stable,” she said, noting something down. “We’re watching closely for rejection, but for now, her heart’s strong.” We exhaled together. I whispered a soft thank you as the nurse exited. Matteo leaned forward, brushing Sofia’s hair away from her forehead. “Remember when she used to call herself ‘Princess Pirate’?” he said, voice cracking with emotion. “Told me she could beat up all the boys with her tiara and plastic sword?”

Warmth and a realness that was rare. “Sorry,” I whispered, barely audible. The last thing I wanted was for Alexander to notice me speaking without his leave. He hadn’t forbidden me from talking, but he didn’t need to. One look from him could silence me quicker than chains. “I’m Ivy,” she offered, holding out her hand. Her skin looked too soft to touch, as though the slightest pressure would bruise her. Still, I slid my palm against hers, holding my breath. Relief fluttered through me when nothing broke.

How in the hell did he get to them? Teresa comes on the phone. She sounds frightened. “Amore Mio.” Her voice rings out over the speaker phone. Vito falls to his knees, in physical pain and agony. His cryptonite. “Name your price," he growls.” Vladimir goes silent for a moment. As if he hasn’t already thought this through. “I want territory. Give me your river front warehouse, and access to bring whatever I want in and out of the channels. Give me that and we can both have what we want.”

It was like walking into a battlefield without a plan of action. “Tell Ivan to teach me.” Hope says to me. “What?” I asked her. “Everything.” She tells me the same thing she told Ivan. “She wants to learn how to fight, sir.” Ivan says, answering my question. He had a serious look on his face. “Fight? Princess what are you - ?” I started to ask, but was instantly cut off. “I’m not saying I’ll go picking fights with anyone and everyone. I just want to learn how to protect myself.” She said with such conviction and bitterness. She probably thinks I’m thinking she’s up for some mischief because of the stunt she pulled in Miami.

she said disgustingly. Ivy gritted her teeth and can't help but to stand up not minding her own weak body. She didn't think twice to slap the woman. "Even if I'm a bastard I'm still a princess bitch so you better show me some respect or I might struggle you to death," Ivy said coldly holding the woman's chin tightly. Ivy don't know why she said that but when she calculated it, this body is the illegitimate daughter of the King. The woman tried to loose Ivy's grips in her chin but she can't remove it so she gave up and cried scaredly apologizing at her young Miss princess.

And from the cold reception, she gives Priest, I can say that they are definitely on the outs. I don’t waste any more time thinking about Priest and Sage’s relationship, though. I just want to see Sophia. I spot her right away, standing by the bar with Ivy. She’s wearing a sexy, short, gold cami dress that shows off her long legs and makes me think naughty thoughts. Not wasting another moment, I walk toward her and take her in my arms.

13 - Can I join in the hug? Aiden “Why are you so late—oh.” I watched Ivy’s blue eyes widen when she glanced beside me. “Hey, Bug,” Hayden grinned, looking at his little sister who stood at the doorway. Zara, the Princess of Azmia and fiancée of my best-friend waved at Ivy. Ivy didn’t miss a beat and lunged in her arms and hugged her as much as she could with a huge bump between them. I had asked Hayden in the car if they were having twins, and by the look of horror between the couple, I knew my answer.

C Ivy ✍️