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She wants her to be her friend, or even if they aren't friends, just don't fight witj her. She knows that she is not a suitable friend of her because Sofia only wants rich friends and she is not rich. 'But Tiffany, Lucas, Kyle and Joshua are also rich but they are still friends with me.' "I'm sorry." Sofia spoke again and she saw that Sofia frowned a little but immediately smiled at her. She was just imagining it because Sofia was smiling sweetly at her. "I...i-like" Hera was embarrassed towards, Sofia When she first saw her, she was amazed at how beautiful Sofia was. It's just that Sofia's image of her gradually tarnished because she always fought with her.

Sofia was writhing on the bed, biting her lips and taking her clit to meet those fingers that were going deeper and faster each time until she screamed in a first climax. Gabriel was at boiling point with the girl's moans, and before she could recover from the explosion of that climax, Gabriel slipped between her legs and penetrated her with vigor. They both moaned and embraced each other as he penetrated her. The more Gabriel gave, the more Sofia demanded. The more she lifted herself toward him, the more he entered her body, and then at the 45th hour another climax rocked them in ecstasy and screams.

“I know you’re in love now and I’m happy for you. I’ve made up my mind to move on and get over my feelings but it’s really difficult for me. So would you help me out?” I looked up to see a line of confusion form between Alessio’s brows. “How can I do that?” he asked, his face devoid of any evidence of what he could be thinking. Sofía took a tiny inch of a step closer. “I want to see how it could have been between us. I’ve spent most of my life wishing you’d see me in a different way so you owe that to me at least.” Then she took in a deep breath and blurted, “I’ve been saving my first kiss for you and I’m eighteen now. Would you grant me my wish?”

“She is not what you think she is” “Speak the fucking truth. In plain simple words. Not a damn riddle” I snap, slamming my fist on the table. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Liam exhales sharply, fury and pain mixing in his eyes. “You want the truth?” he growls. “Fine. Sofia is dead” The words hit me like a punch, wanting to break his jaw next since nose wasn't enough for him to stop his bullshit but before I can respond, he adds, cold and with finality in his voice.

"And you, Sofia. You're so blinded by the fact that Salvatore didn't want you that you're willing to help the man who sees us as nothing but property." "I was supposed to be the Queen!" Sofia screamed, the sound raw, ugly, and filled with years of built-up jealousy. "I did everything right! I learned the books, I mastered the galas, I played the part! And he chose you? A girl who hides in libraries and draws pictures of birds? He chose a shadow over the sun!" "He chose the girl he couldn't control," I said, narrowing my eyes. "And now, neither can you." Sofia roared in fury and raised her weapon to aim squarely at my head. But before her finger could squeeze the trigger, a massive explosion

Elijah decided to ignore her and let go of her hand with a jerk Sofia suddenly grabbed Elijah’s shoulders and tried to kiss him. “Let me show you how a girl reacts when she wants you” She used all the power she could muster to throw herself on him. She knew it was her last chance to seduce him. From the moment she came, she only heard how beautiful Elijah’s mate is and how he is head over heels for her. She couldn’t afford to lose this opportunity. Elijah tried to push her away but he wasn’t too harsh as he didn’t want to hurt her because he was Stefan’s only sister, and Sofia and Elijah were once friends in their childhood.

SELENE'S POV This is the first time you'd be hearing directly from me. I'm the only one in the right state of mind to do so though. Sofia was unconscious, fighting for her life. Dane was a shadow of him, broken by the causality that had befallen his wife. I sat in a corner, my hands fiddling against each other. The tears grew in my eyes. For the last hour, they had flown freely down my face…

I muttered as she walked away, leaving me to order another shot of alcohol and drown in my thoughts of Sofia. Her fucking eyes—the way her eyes rolled as I filled her insides on that night, and God knew how I planned on searching for her that night, save her from the man that she was supposed to be sold to until... She stepped into my father's Mansion alongside her father and worst, she was to be married to the one person I'd hate even the person I despised the most to get married to—my brother. Dressed in that lazy pink gown, her eyes caught mine and for a moment, she stilled, her eyes were filled with so much fucking hurt, silently screaming for help. And the moment I dreaded the most bega

ALARIC'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I watched Sofia stir beside me, her breathing even, her features calm for the first time since this chaos began. She looked fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that stirred something primal within me. My mate. The word still sent ripples of emotion through me—protectiveness, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.