Sofia Sloan Torres Novels & Stories

She wondered if something had happened to Victoria because Victoria didn't answer her, and Victoria recovered and said with an embarrassed smile. “Ms. Carson, I wasn't thinking anything. Is Sofia coming back?” “Yes. You should have listened to me when I answered the phone.” Soraya smiled softly and sat down next to Victoria. “I heard that!” Victoria nodded, not expecting Sofia to return so soon. "Victoria, don't worry, and don't be afraid or nervous, because Sofia is a good person. She used to be a star in the entertainment circle, but she stopped acting and followed her husband because he has to manage his business overseas. She's nice!“ Soraya said softly.

Chapter Seven Aaron sat frozen at his desk, the words echoing through his mind like a relentless drumbeat. “La Reina Holdings is owned by Sofia Laurent.” Sofia. His Sofia. No—she wasn’t his anymore. The woman he had seen at the gala was nothing like the soft-hearted wife he had once known. That Sofia had been fragile, gentle. The woman he had just crossed paths with? She was something far more dangerous. And now, she had come for his empire.

“Of course he knows. I never move without his approval. We both agreed—you’re not the right fit. We’ll find someone else.” I forced a smile even though my chest felt tight. “Someone else?” Sloane’s smirk deepened. “Like… Sofia.” My stomach dropped. Sofia—the hockey team’s cheerleader. The one with perfect hair, perfect money, perfect everything. “I see,” I said slowly. Right then, Sofia stepped out of the game hall. Her steps were soft, graceful, almost rehearsed. She glanced at us, her glossy lips curving in a polite smile, the kind that said I’ve already won.

Gloria didn't respond and that was when I got distracted by the colorful display on the large screen. My picture from one minutes ago was boldly displayed on the left side of the screen and on the right side was a couple of information. 'Global Notice - Name: Sofia Di Marco Age: 21 Status: The Di Marco Queen Syndicate Resources: Full Control Personal Balance: 502.98 billion dollars' I read slowly and my fingers trembled as I did, "Name, Sofia Dante...Age, 21...Status, The Di Marco Queen...Syndicate Resources, Full Control...Personal Balance, 502.98 billion dollars ..."

She looked at the girl beside Johnson. The girl looked up. She had her back leaned on her chair. “I am Sofia Rich. The Third Young Miss of the Eudoxcus Clan.” Her voice was firm and clear. “19 years old. Nice to meet you.” Sofia had a short pixie cut. Half of her hair has glittered. Her eyes were black, her eyelashes were not that long, she had a pointed nose. Her chin was up, and she sat prim and proper. Soheila arched her brow. She was amused by Sofia's formal way to introduce herself. This is rare since she often encounters people that laugh when they introduced themselves. Sometimes, they would be shy, just like Johnson.

That was new. “Your Highness, I’m sorry to bother you and believe me, I wouldn’t be bothering you unless it was important…but Tarah Sloan is here. And she wants to talk to you,” one of her staff said, their voice barely a whisper. Sofia realized she didn’t even know their name or could even picture their face. “Who?” Sofia’s voice sounded so hoarse she wondered if she’d even said a word at all. It was more of a croak, like a frog or a toad.

She said. "Oh no...umm I am here to meet Ms. Petrova," I replied. "I am Sofia. Sofia Sayles," "Ah, right," She smiled. "You are expected," "Sofiaa!" We both turned to see Alicia marching towards us, wearing a big warm smile. She looked her usual boho chic self in a crisp white shirt with perfectly fitted jeans, a big chunky gold neckpiece, and huge hoop earrings. To my utter surprise, today she was flaunting perfect dreadlocks.

I sipped my wine thinking about the newly met girl Sofia. Sophia Costantinovich.  𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙝  She captivated me. Luca knows it. Her innocent eyes, evoked something beastly inside me. An urge to see her. . ............. ...................................

Clearly, he didn’t believe her boasting. Tabitha quickly approached the CEO and COO’s floor and met with Sofia, who was busy doing her nails. “Hello, I’m Tabitha Elon from advertising. I will need the conference room for one this afternoon to meet with a potential client,” Tabitha said with a smile. Sofia put her file down and looked at Tabitha. Sofia remembered the woman before her being led into the COO’s office this morning and smiled back. “Hello, I’m Sofia Flagstone, and before you ask, no, I don’t live in a stone home,” Sofia stated, confusing Tabitha.

Sofia, I'm eagerly awaiting your updates from Spain! Sofia stood tall and confident, her sun-kissed skin radiating a vibrant glow that caught the eye of everyone in the room. Her perfectly applied makeup accentuated her striking features—high cheekbones, full lips, and bright eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm. She wore a pair of chic Marc Jacobs jeans, priced at an impressive two hundred dollars, that clung to her curves with a perfect balance of comfort and style. The rest of her outfit—a crisp white blouse tucked elegantly into her jeans—was completed with sleek, pointed-toe heels that added a touch of sophistication to her overall look.