Sofie Dossi And Dom Brack Novels & Stories

she purred, voice low, suggestive, “a man like you deserves a real partner. Someone who can match your power.” Alessandro’s gaze flicked to Sofia, cool, unyielding, a wall of polite indifference. He stepped closer to Livia, his hand resting lightly on her waist, a claim without possession. “My loyalty lies elsewhere,” he said, voice quiet but final, each word a blade closing Sofia’s game. Her cheeks flushed, her smile cracking as whispers rippled through the crowd, her ambition exposed and dismissed.

Damien nods but I don't fail to notice the shift in his mood when the subject is brought up. “When will you let me see her?" She asks again. The only reply he gives her is a glare before angrily walking away. She focuses her attention on me, scrutinizing me. “I don't think we've officially met. I'm Louisa, Damien's mother." She stretches her hand for me to shake and I hold it delicately. “I guessed it since you walked me down the aisle. Isabella Rossi." “I am sorry about my son and everything else. I really had no choice but to obey him. He is the Don so whatever he says stands. Even as his mother, I'm like a puppet to him." She sighs.

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 ..."

Bella said after stopping the car in front of the tallest building in the town. "What do you mean by I am done?" Chloe asked with a frown while freeing herself from the seat belt. Bella let out a sigh after hearing her. "You are not understanding, are you?" Bella asked and before Chloe could say something, she continued. "You are going to meet Sebastian Domanco! He is the cruelest and coldest man alive. He is not those British college boys who used to have a crush on you. He is going to crush you underneath his feet if you make a simple mistake, which you already did and now maybe you are going to make another mistake, no, a blunder. So, good luck to you and please keep your attitude to your

An ache I couldn't name crept in. I turned and walked silently back the way I'd come. The people behind me were still sneering. "If you know what's good for you, stay away from this company. Keep making our future Donna angry and see what happens." "Seriously. Who does she think she is, bumping into Ms. Sofia?" I already knew, deep down, that a man like Brode was out of my league now. Sooner or later he'd fall for someone who belonged in his world. But hearing it said out loud, hearing that Sofia was his fiancée, still dropped a stone somewhere inside me.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled my back to his chest. “Apparently, she likes being here.” I whispered. He let out a small laugh. “I allow you to spend time with a captive and now she feels right at home.” I turned around to face him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Is that a bad thing?” “I am Dominic Moreno, my captives don't make it out alive. Sofia has made history.” “I think you're becoming soft.” I teased him. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “That may be the effect you're having on me.” He told me.

Flowing tunics, high-waist trousers, blazers that added structure, clothing armor for the next few months. Sophie and I were making our way back toward the parking lot, arms aching from the weight of retail therapy, when she suddenly tugged my sleeve. "Uh-oh," she muttered under her breath. "Brace yourself." I followed her gaze, and my stomach dropped. Because strutting toward us like she was the damn owner of the mall itself was none other than Sabrina Rodriguez. Dominic's fiancée. Or as Sophie and I had nicknamed her in private, Barbie 2.0.

The assistant beside Sofia immediately touched her arm. “Come with me.” Her legs felt weak as she moved toward the steps. Each step down from the stage felt like walking deeper into something she couldn’t escape. The men seated around the tables watched quietly. Some leaned forward with interest. Others simply observed with careful expressions, as though witnessing something important. Sofia reached the floor. Volkov was only a few feet away now. She forced herself to look at him, even though every instinct told her to look down. Up close he seemed even more intimidating. There was a quiet danger in the way he stood, perfectly still, his attention focused entirely on her.

Adonis Say that again, I said. "She is my mate." He said it again. I grabbed him by the collar as soon as he said those words. If you say that again, I'll tear you in two. I said it with my teeth clenched. He took a few steps back and shook my hands off of him. Adonis Jones, don't you see that you're taking things too far? Do I bother you in some way? He asked. Yes, I do have something against you. I don't ever want to see you with my Mate again, or even close to her. Sofiya is my only friend. She does not belong to you or anyone else. You have no right to refer to her as your mate. I screamed.

The others try to hide their interest in our exchange. I am almost overwhelmed until I see a familiar face. Even though I know that I'm the last person she probably wants to see, I eagerly wave at Sofia to get her attention. When she notices me, her lips turn downward; and when she sees whose company I'm in, her face sours further. She reluctantly walks over. Domenico’s gaze darkens when they land on her. “Good evening gentlemen.” She greets them without meeting her father’s gaze. She picks up Bastien’s glass which is half filled with liquor and takes a sip.