Sophia Anne Caruso Relationships Novels & Stories

Her phone suddenly vibrated on the bedside table. A message from Marco. Julia quietly slipped out of bed and stepped onto the balcony before calling him back. ………………………………………………………………………………………… "Marco?" His voice sounded unusually serious. "Mrs. Romano, I found something else." Julia's pulse quickened. "What is it?" There was silence on the other end. Then Marco spoke. "Anthony's relationship with Sophia is deeper than we thought." Julia's heart pounded. "Explain." Another pause. When Marco finally spoke, his words shattered what little hope she had left.

I watched it ring for a few seconds before I hung up. I had a whole lot of fun things lined up for him, especially. … “Are you still seeing your ex?“ Adriana's father, Mr Hills, suddenly asked, a few minutes into our dinner. I tightened my grip on the fork. “That huh- woman you used to date, the one that her parents own a logistics company, is that it?,” “It's Sophia, and she works for me now,“ “So it's true what Adriana said?“ He asked.

’ A light female voice cut through her dreams and Sophia would have jumped away from him had it not been for the fact that Damian kept her locked firmly against him. ‘Your timing is less than perfect, Cory.’ ‘I thought it was absolutely perfect.’ Bitterly disappointed by the interruption, Sophia stole a glance at the other woman, wondering who she was. The woman was stunning, her smile cool as she extended a hand to Selene. ‘I’m Cory. And you’re Sophia.’ It gave her a jolt that someone recognised her. Stupidly, she hadn’t even thought of that. ‘You know me?’ ‘Of course. It’s just unusual not to see you with your parents. You’re such a close-knit family.’

Aidan looked surprised, “didn’t she invite you, isn’t that the reason you’re here?” Just wanted to sit out with my finances. Sophia just came out and sighted them, she hurried up to where they were, pegged Xander and greeted the lady sitting close to him. Xander turned to Callie “honey meet Sophia the youngest in our family, “honey Sophia said in surprise. “Yes! Meet Callie Everett my finances” “Wait! I wasn’t the only one that didn’t know about her?” Aidan added. “We wanted to be sure before announcing our relationship, we have been friends for sometime now. Xander explained.

I grabbed a napkin and carefully wiped it dry. I sank onto the couch, clenching the crumpled napkin in my hand, while that glaring message kept replaying in my mind, along with Marco's panicked expression. So, it was all because of Sofia Colombo, the woman who had tangled Luca and me up in three years of on-and-off drama. Now, she even wanted to steal Marco from me. I laughed bitterly and shook my head at myself. Maybe this was just fate messing with me. Mamma was right—I did deserve the best. The man I was meant for had never been Marco or Luca.

Jennifer shot me a glare. "No wonder you dumped Marcello. You've already found someone new." Then, in a deliberately sweetened voice, she spoke into my phone. "Hello, I'm Sophia's best friend, Jennifer. Are you her fiancé?" Whatever the person on the other end said, her smile froze instantly. Seizing the moment while she was stunned, I grabbed my phone back and hung up. A storm of jealousy surged in Jennifer's eyes as she stared at me. "Your new fiancé… is William Lucia?"

Sophia Lang — Ronan’s ex-fiancée. At 36, Sophia was sophisticated, confident, and strikingly beautiful — tall, with sleek blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and an air of intellectual elegance. She had been a visiting professor at the university years ago, and the relationship with Ronan had been intense, passionate, and ultimately ended badly. Sophia spotted Ronan immediately and made her way over, a warm, familiar smile on her lips. “Ronan,” she said, voice smooth and intimate. “It’s been too long.”

The absurdity of the statement in that moment, in the face of my shattering, almost made me laugh. It’s Sophia of course so I should’ve expected that. He was a force of nature who had just destroyed my career with a single glance. She looked back at Damien, who was still staring at me, then back at me, her eyes hardening slightly, the amusement draining away, replaced by a fierce resolve. “And he’s the person that dated Elena,” Sophia added, her voice low, factual, recalling the details she knew, connecting the dots. “The model whose face has been on magazine covers for years. They were the power couple.” She looked at me, a flicker of hurt, of confusion, in her eyes. “That’s who he is, L. W

I yelled. My knees hit the floor. “Please! Don’t—Elena! Lorenzo!” “Stop fighting,” Sophia said, wiping invisible dust from her coat. “You’re not in control anymore, sweetheart.” She turned to leave but paused. “Oh, one more thing. I did some digging. You know, after your little performance at the charity ball. Turns out, Alessia Cotti is more than just some runaway lover.” My heart stopped. “What?” I asked, shocked. “You’re the daughter of Carlo Cotti, aren’t you?” she asked again.

Elena told us at breakfast on a Thursday morning. She came in from wherever she had been and set the bread basket on the table and said it the way she said things that required no ceremony, plainly and without preamble, the way you stated a fact that had been decided somewhere else and had simply arrived here to be acknowledged. Sophia Caruso had been seen loading a car outside her apartment on the east side of the city two days ago. Not a removal company. Not boxes being put into storage. Everything. Her whole life going into a vehicle that left the city heading south and had not come back.