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Chapter 222: The Unbroken Circle Valerio’s POV Sofia turned eighteen on a clear September morning when the air still carried the last warmth of summer but already hinted at the crisp bite of autumn. She had grown into a young woman who carried Elena’s grace and my quiet intensity, her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, her gray eyes sharp with curiosity and a stubborn streak that made us both proud and wary. She had spent the previous year traveling through Europe with a small group of friends, studying art history in Florence and then Rome, sending us photographs of sunlit piazzas and ancient statues that made Elena smile and me quietly proud. Now she was home, back in the

"You betrayed everyone because you wanted power?" "I deserved it!" Sofia's voice rose. "I worked twice as hard as Dante ever did. I trained harder, studied longer, sacrificed more. But did anyone care? No. Because I wasn't born special. I was just ordinary Sofia." "You're not ordinary," I said. "You're twisted. Evil. And when Dante finds out what you've done –" "When Dante finds out, he'll be too late to stop it." Sofia's composure returned. "By the time he figures out where we are, I'll already have what I need from both of you."

“So-Sofia ... “ Shanum directly backward. Somehow his feelings as if telling her to avoid the second wife of Haidar's. “Yes, it's me! Why? You are surprised because I already know everything? The basis of women plain! It turns out you stabbed me in the back!” Sofia straight forward approaches Shanum and an attractive woman's body and then bang it into the floor. Shanum who is not ready and the condition of his body still limp can't dodge and fight. Moreover, the strength of Sofia as it grows many-fold.” I think you are a good woman. It turns out that you are no better than a whore!” She grabbed the hijab Shanum to open and show jet-black hair that woman that breaks down then pull it and drag

Chapter 50 Sofia 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑀𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑠. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑒.

“My sister. The actual boss.” Libby stiffens another inch. Sofia looks up, baby balanced against her shoulder, and smiles immediately. “You must be Libby.” “Yes, ma’am,” Libby says. Sofia laughs. “Please don’t call me that. Sofia is fine.” Libby blinks, clearly unsure how to respond, then nods. “Okay. Sofia.” Renata squirms, tiny fist curling in Sofia’s shirt, and Libby’s gaze drops to her like she’s been pulled by gravity.

For a second, all I could see was the resemblance. Milena had her eyes. Not the colour; the sadness. She carefully examined every exit before trusting the room. Ruin went rigid beside me, not from anger, but from the ghost of his brother suddenly standing in front of him through this woman’s presence. She stopped a few feet from the table. “My name is Sofia.” Her voice was steady. “I came because I am done letting dead men decide my daughter’s future.” The honesty of it struck me immediately. No posturing, no claim-first arrogance, just a mother who had reached her limit.

Victoria was grateful for her family, feeling a pang of envy towards the original owner of her body, which only fueled her desire for more. "Victoria!" Sofia called out. "We have to head to the venue now." She glanced at her parents and greeted them with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." "You're absolutely stunning," Sabby remarked. "I'm a huge fan of yours, Miss Sofia. I've seen almost all of your movies," Emmanuel added. Sofia blushed and could only manage an awkward smile. Despite being billionaires, Emmanuel and Sabby spoke like regular people. "Thank you so much," Sofia replied.

"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

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And followed by the others: SOFIA Sofia stood slowly, lifting her glass with the effortless authority of someone who owned both the room and half the city below it. “I’ve hosted politicians, criminals, celebrities, and idiots in my lifetime,” she began smoothly. “Rarely do I see two people who look at each other the way you two do.” A small smirk. “You didn’t start pretty. You didn’t start easy. You started complicated, inconvenient, and mildly suspicious.” A few laughs. “But somewhere between survival and stubbornness, you chose each other. And that’s the part that matters. Not the chaos. Not the history. The choice.”