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Sofia said, pushing the door open with two coffees in hand. "Things have been better," I admitted, my hand trembling as I took the coffee. "Last night was a nightmare." Sofia was not only my best friend, but also the most well-connected person I knew. She worked at a high-end club owned by the Landini family and had seen her share of dirty dealings.

But he feared he missed the mark he tried to make. “Okay, there go all my bear jokes about the window. Too bad I thought they were pretty good,” Clay said. His voice sounded dry and disappointed with a hint that he didn’t intend any of it with any serious intent or upset. “Now Clay is another brother younger than Bryce, and the youngest of the brood is Sofie, or Sofia. Don’t call her Sofia, she hates it. She believes it sounds like she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. We keep telling her she’d be dead if that happened.” Ran gave Benedict more facts to make what he’d learned moments ago.

Sofia just regretted her and so did her colleagues. 'At first Sofia was still beautiful in her eyes but now ... she's still beautiful it's just that her behavior is bad so she's ugly.' Hera thought. "Quit playing innocent!" Sofia shouts and glared at her. "Hey Sofie Just calm down" Her companion laughed. "This b*tch is getting into my nerves! How dare she stole my popularity!" Sofia sighed as her eyes were furiously staring at her. She will admit that she is very scared because she is not used to such things. She didn't know that this was how they behaved. I hope she doesn't have a sociable person with bad habits.

"With your martial arts,others shouldn't be able to move you, how did you end up in the underground auction house?" Sofia put on her clothes and sat down on the side, she slowly opened her mouth, "I was poisoned a month ago on my way back to Argentina, I woke up and was sold into the hands of human traffickers, and after that II was flown to many places and then to Buenos Aires,each time they try to sell me or sleep with me,I always fight back so I was always chained and not bought,but…but sometimes,they do drug me to make me weak and have…have their way…”Her voice broke as she recalled those horrible experience. “Do you know who did it?"Andrea asked.

Luca’s stubbled cheek brushed hers as he murmured, “We’re bringing her home, Mamma. Both of them.” Elena nodded, tears glistening in her eyes as she watched them climb into the vehicles. The convoy rolled out, disappearing into the night. She stood there long after the taillights faded, whispering a prayer for forgiveness and strength. Deep beneath the industrial complex, in a sterile room that smelled of antiseptic and fear, Sofia lay strapped to a cold medical table. Her wrists and ankles were secured with thick leather restraints. Her legs had been propped up in stirrups, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. The fever still burned through her body, but she had no tears left to c

I would just have to avoid my brother-in-law for at least another ten years until my hatred for him had worn off. I saw him coming towards me... I took off walking in the other direction, hoping that he would touch himself and stay away, but what about the fear that someone would notice that we had had a garden party not long before? “So you're SofiaLion!” he said a little louder so that I couldn't run away. “And you are Enzo Sorelli... very convenient...” “ You made a mistake... didn't you?” “Wrong about what?” he puzzled me, I hated to admit I was wrong

“Did you…?” “No.” “That’s restraint.” “No, it wasn’t. I could have gotten away with it, and Sofia would never know. But I wasn’t tempted at all…because there’s only one woman I want to be with. Even if she doesn’t love me, even if she’s pissed at me, I’m a slave to her. It’s depressing but also exhilarating at the same time. Sofia is the best vintage bottle of wine, and everything else is horse piss. Once you’ve had the best, you can never go back.”

I had been a target of harm and yet the entire staff had looked at me afterward with a simmering, ugly resentment. If I stayed soft, they would eat me alive. If I pleaded for them, they wouldn't see kindness; they’d see weakness. I pulled my hand back, my fingers curling into fists. "Keep talking, Sofia," Regina commanded, her voice like a whip. "I want to hear the rest of the 'black widow' theory." "Please, Signora!" Sofia sobbed, dropping to her knees. CRACK!! The sound of Regina’s palm meeting Sofia’s cheek was so loud it made me jump.

Prolouge. One and a half years earlier. The dinner in Spain. Sofia was on the opposite side of the room, while Vincenzo secretly admired her beauty. It had been two hours, not the Sofia caught Vincenzo attention without her even knowing. Her smile alone was so alluring, and Vincenzo wanted to be the reason she smiled every day, but he was afraid of what she would think of him. For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid.

Chapter 3. The Confrontation. Sofia POV. The drive to the house was a long one; I sat there in person, but my spirit was gradually leaving my body. I was literally tired. I was tired of being alive. I was tired from running from one chaos to another, and the one person who's supposed to comfort me and be like a shoulder to lean on, he was the same nitwit in the school group requesting a thousand dollars to drop the full video.