Sofia Valdez Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Don Valentino snaps, not having a bar of Sofias’ excuses for defying his demands. “Perdonami, I will learn my place,” Sofia says in a hushed voice as she holds her hand out for Savannah to take, and when Savannah places her hand in Sofias’, Sofia leads her away. "So much of you handling him, Sofia," I mutter as she saunters away, leaving me to face Don Valentino all on my own.

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

Valeria said to herself, a ghost of a smirk grazing her serious face. At this point, it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to follow Rios’s original instruction. Brushing the hesitation away, she stepped out of the dark, hands tucked inside her cargo pants. "Miss Sofia," her voice rang out. "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced." She took another step closer. "My name is Valeria. I am your new bodyguard. Sofia let out a frustrated groan, her fingers tightening around the stone she had picked up from the ground. "What? Arrgh! Rios, you bastard!"

“I don’t know names! I was just paid to monitor movement! A woman… she gave me the device. Said to stay hidden and report every hour.” Sophia’s brows knitted. “What woman?” “I swear, I didn’t catch a name. Just a tattoo. A red serpent on her wrist.” Rafael’s eyes went cold. “She’s back.” Sophia looked at him. “Who?” “Valeria,” Rafael said. “One of Viktor’s allies. But more dangerous than him. She doesn’t play games. She burns everything.” Sophia’s stomach twisted. A new storm was brewing. And this time, it wasn’t just the city at stake. It was everything they loved.

“What did you say?” Callista rolled onto her back. “Sofia.” Ivan walked closer. “What about her?” Callista laughed softly. “She isn't who you think she is.” Ivan's eyes narrowed. “Explain.” “She is Valeria.” His entire body became still. “Who?” “Valeria,” Callista repeated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Ivan stared at her in confusion. “Who is Valeria?” “My friend.” “Your friend?”

She reached out, her hand once again touching Lily’s cheek, but this time it felt like a branding iron. "Don't get comfortable, little bird," Sofia breathed, her voice a razor blade against Lily’s ear. "I’m not here to fight him for his heart. I’m here to take back my name. And the moment the board finds out the truth—the moment they see that the woman Dante Vallocchi is parading around is nothing more than a cheap imitation of his own ruin—he’ll be cast out. And you? You’ll be the one he blames for the collapse." Sofia stood up, moving toward the door with a confident, measured stride. She paused at the threshold, looking back at Dante, who was still standing in the center of the room like

He froze, then flipped to the next page. It was an induced abortion procedure form bearing Valentina's name, with the surgery scheduled three days later and a gestational age of four months noted. Enzo's hands began to tremble. He abruptly turned and rushed downstairs. "Where is Valentina? Where is she?" he demanded. Luca and Rafael were taken aback by his outburst. "Why are you yelling? Isn't she—" The television in the living room abruptly switched to a breaking news segment. "Breaking news: The deceased from last night's highway accident has been identified as a woman. Among the items recovered were identification documents showing the name Valentina Esposito."