Sonia Lopez Souto Novels & Stories

“That’s what my mother always says.” Nevena’s gaze lifted slowly from the floor to Sophia’s face. “What day exactly is my next hearing?” she finally croaked. “Tomorrow,” Sophia replied, a small smirk curling her lips—mission accomplished. “In case you were wondering who your lawyer is…” “Who?” Nevena cut in impatiently. “Cause I never contacted anyone for help.” “I don’t know who sent him,” Sophia said, “but Andrés Mateo is the top-ranking counselor in New Mexico right now.”

“That’s the voice of a mother. And incidentally, a mother with a handsome single son in the same room.” I let out a dry laugh. “Subtlety was never your strong suit, huh?” “Of course not,” she said proudly. “Subtlety is a waste of time.” Señor Lopez appeared through the crowd holding two mojitos. “I heard there was a conversation happening about Dante.” I snorted. “Of course you’re in on this conspiracy.” He just laughed, deep and unbothered. “My son’s a doctor, Dianna. A pediatrician! Imagine Ash would have his own personal consultant every time he eats too many marshmallows.”

"I don't want to be here, aunt. Milena won't stop crying and I...” Suddenly he fell silent when he noticed me next to Eva. "Hi, Aiden, I'm Louis, your aunt's husband.” I held my hand to him and waited to see if he would take it or not. I looked at honey colored his eyes and his brown skin, as if he were Latin descent; the kid was handsome, but he looked too skinny and small for a thirteen-year-old so I knew he had been poorly fed. "You're not going to leave Louis with his hand hanging, are you?"

Now, it was breaking her. "Zion is the son of a best friend of Eomma. He is from Manchester. So, Eomma and his Mom made a deal to marry us. That way I will get a British nationality and will never come back to Korea. I don't know how his parents made him agree to this marriage but one thing is for sure, he hates me. He hates me for coming into his life when he did not plan to." A helpless smile played on her lips, "I thought my suffering will end but he thinks that I am the one who seduced my step father and I am no more than a prostitute in his eyes."

"Yea,she's something like Latino or Hispanic and her mom is like Mexican I believe" "Yea,I can tell that she's Latino" "Because how crazy she is?" Jacob nods. "What about you?" "What about me?" "What's your nationality? I can see a little bit of Hispanic in you" "I'm Native American,I got it from my dad but my mom is black" "Really?" Jacob asked Sophia nodded. "I mostly look like my dad" "Nice,Native American.Now I see why you're so hard" Sophia laughed. "Yea,I'll never let my gaurd down.I must protect myself from harm's way"

She grabbed the phone, glanced at the screen, and answered it with a cold laugh. My father's voice came through at once, tight with worry. "Isa, why aren't you home yet? Is the auction still going?" I dragged in a breath and shouted as loudly as I could, "Papa, help me! They're going to destroy my hands!" My father's voice went cold in an instant. "What? Who is this?" Sofia shouted into the phone, "I'm Sofia Lopez! Your daughter's been acting like a slut with men, so I'm teaching her a lesson!"

Sofia was sure that the house Leonel took her and Liam must be worth more than a million dollars, at least, not that she knew much about property values on that side of the world. She didn't know exactly where he decided to put her until she got into the area, but even before that, she imagined it would be somewhere expensive. However, when she fully entered that street of San Juan, his expectations were exceeded.

Theo gritted his teeth before slamming his fist down on the large mahogany desk that separated himself from King Sullivan. This was not going the way he had planned. The king was currently sitting across from him glaring at him like he was the one who had done something wrong, when in fact it was that whore of a daughter of his! Theo growled loudly. “Did you hear what I just said?! I saw your daughter with my own eyes! She was making out with a damn wolf when she is supposed to be engaged to me!”

I nodded with a smile and responded, "To my clean-hearted yet filthy-mouthed CFO who happens to save the project today." As we clinked our glasses, my eyes caught someone familiar. I knew that woman; she was one of the elites of Mexico City—not only the city, but the whole country. She was Seniora Los Santos, the daughter of Federico Los Santos, who happens to be the chairman of Santos Group. They had always been a noble family, known for their integrity all around Latin America, yet rumor had it she had an infamous brother from another wife of her father. Every family has its black sheep.

she replied before hurrying away. Sophia Gonzalez has been with the family for fifteen years, she was my mom's best friend and counselor in her time of need. She always treated me like her own and I love her like a second mom. She was treated like a family member rather than a member of staff. She was the humblest woman I know. With salt and pepper hair and standing at five feet, she was very caring and pleasant but could be very fierce and stern if need be. She had scolded and disciplined me on multiple occasions when I had stepped out of line and thrown my tantrums during my angry phase.