Sophia Lillis Age Novels & Stories

Brown-eyed with long chestnut-colored hair, Sophia Parks is a lovely twenty-eight old woman and has been Vincent Mathis's girlfriend for over five wonderful years. Vincent was her first in many things and she loved him with her entire being. He was her world, her everything. She soon learned that her complete dedication to him was very foolish.

The way he'd looked at her like she was a problem to solve. Her phone buzzed. Text from Isabella: "Stop thinking about him." "I'm not." "You absolutely are. Go to sleep. Tomorrow we have the Milan fabric meeting." "I know." "Then SLEEP." Sophia closed her eyes and tried. But sleep didn't come easy. Because across the city, in a penthouse office, Theo Sinclair was reading a file his assistant had compiled. Sophia Dante. Age twenty-six. Married at twenty-one to Richard Blackwood. Survived attempted murder. Built fashion company from nothing. Partnership with LVMH secured at twenty-six.

Chapter 1 For the first time in years, Sophia Hale wasn’t the senator’s wife. No forced smiles for the cameras. No perfectly straight spine or carefully spoken words. Tonight, with a third flute of champagne warming her blood, she was simply Sophia... thirty-eight, restless, and deliciously reckless.

“God, Emily, you’re trying to split my heart in two!” The room erupted with laughter. She took her niece into her arms, gazing down with wonder. “Oh, I’m going to spoil you. Our birthday will always be the loudest.” “Not with those crazy pre-bashes,” Liam warned. “Let’s revisit that after she turns eighteen, brother.” More laughter. Sophia looked back at me, her eyes shining, and mouthed a single word. Thank you. Sophia Lisa Black had entered the world wrapped in love, laughter, and the kind of joy that stitched families together.

But the woman—Sophia Ellis—was enjoying this. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. "I suppose introductions are unnecessary. But since you're already holding the divorce papers, I might as well be polite." She extended a manicured hand. "I'm Sophia Ellis." A pause, then, with a soft, cruel chuckle, she added, "Logan’s fiancée." The room spun. Everything—the late nights, the ignored texts, the sudden business trips—it all made sense. It had never been about work.

She laughs and says, "You are quite beautiful." I'm taken aback by her direct approach. Her compliment is hilariously awkward and she looks really young. I am often not good at gauging the age of women but the woman in front of me looks nineteen or under. She got makeup on and wears a micro mini volleyball shorts. "I'm Sophia, a photographer. I was hoping to get a selfie with you last night at the runway afterparty, but you seemed busy. Imagine my surprise to see you here," She smiles warmly.

“Sophia, what is wrong? It's been just 3 days I left, is there someone where I kept you?.” “I need an update,” she said, her tone sharp despite the crack in her voice. “Is she safe? Is Zira okay?” “She’s safe,” Vale assured her. “Your mother is doing an excellent job keeping her out of harm’s way.” Sophia let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing as relief washed over her. “Good,” she murmured. “That’s good.” “Are you okay?” Vale asked after a moment. Sophia hesitated, her voice breaking as she replied, “It’s her birthday today, Vale. She’s three years old, and I haven’t seen her in three years. I don’t even know if she remembers me.”

"Yes, I saw you. And I thought it's cute not gross. So don't judge us, young lady." "You were spying on me!!!" She gasps, her face flushing. "Soph, why are you here?" I ask. "And why didn't you knock first?" "I didn't knock because your room is already open!" She says sharply. "And second, I'm here because your brat stole my camera!" Sophia is eighteen. She's in college studying photography. Her incredible talent makes me so proud as a father. "I didn't steal her camera!" Caleb storms into the room. "She misplaced it! Again!"

It's cold, and nothing can happen between us because you're like a younger sister to me. "Don't talk to me like that," she warned him. "You may be older than me, but I'm not stupid. Also, I am 21 and not a baby. If you can love an 18-year-old, why should I be considered a child?" "Of course, you are not a child," he replied, trying not to laugh. "What I'm saying is, I'm never going to sleep with you." Sophia felt offended by the remark but kept her feelings to herself. First, it was Isabella, and now it was Iris. Could this stupid girl ever get away from Adonis?

she added before dashing away. "He breathes? Only humans breathe," Sophia sneered before hurrying to Alicia's office When she got to the office, she found Alicia having a coffee. She was blonde and also in her early thirties but she looked like a teenager. “Sophia” she called out with a frown, well…she was also rude and arrogant. “Alicia, I am sorry I didn’t show up….” “Hey, I didn’t ask you to speak or whatever thing you are doing” Alicia smacked her teeth as she walked to her sit. “We have been getting a lot of personal requests from clients these days” Sophia couldn’t understand what she meant.