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Sophia screamed back. Michael looked between them, desperate. "Dad?" Samuel said nothing. "They carried her beneath the hospital," Sophia said. "Who?" Daniel asked. Sophia's eyes filled with something close to madness. "The ones who built the very first chamber." "Who were they?" Daniel pressed. "They weren't people," Sophia whispered. Silence. "What do you mean?" Nathaniel asked carefully. "They were already there," Sophia said. "Long before any of us. Waiting." The voice returned inside Emma's skull, soft and patient.

THE STORY OF SOPHIA IS OVER. Sophia’s heart stopped. Another sentence appeared. BUT THE STORY OF SERAPHINA HAS JUST BEGUN. Seraphina looked at her mother. “Mummy” Sophia closed the book. But another line appeared on the cover. THE FIRST DAUGHTER And beneath it a name. SERAPHINA. Then the book opened by itself. The first sentence appeared: “I was born before my mother was born.” Seraphina’s eyes widened. Sophia stared at her daughter.

“Let her go.” Adrian released her. Sofia rubbed her wrist. Then she looked at me. “The first child wasn’t me.” I stared at her. “What?” “I was the first child Adrian used to convince Dante that he had lost a daughter.” My stomach dropped. Dante stood. “What are you saying?” Sofia looked directly at him. “I am your daughter.” She swallowed. “But I’m not the daughter you’ve been looking for.” Silence. Adrian’s face hardened. Sofia continued. “Your real firstborn was born years after me.” Dante stared at her. “Who?” Sofia looked at Valentina

"Sophia has always been... unstable since her mother's illness..." Then the doors opened. I walked in. Not in white. In black simple pantsuit. No makeup except red lipstick like Mom said. Hair up. Alexander behind me holding the garment bag. Silence. Chloe saw me and smirked. "Sister, you came. Do you want to apologize now?" I didn't look at her. I looked at the media. "Good evening. I'm Sophia Lane, CEO of Lane Group. My sister Chloe says I stole her Revival Collection. So tonight, no lawyers, no old notebooks. Just design."

She shouted, “Mother, don’t delay! If you want to prove your existence, you must spill their blood. The one who survives will be the ‘Original Sophia.’ Will you accept defeat?” There was no sword in my hand, no laser gun. I only had those old memories, pounding inside this mortal heart. I looked around. Fifty Sophias, identical to me, were rushing toward me with weapons raised. Among them, one—perhaps a level more experienced than me—suddenly lunged at me with an unnatural speed.

Who is at the telescope right now, her notebook open beside her, logging what she can see and what she cannot, her voice carrying faintly across the terrace as she narrates each star to Patricia on Ariana's lap. Sophia. Who has been in the process of becoming extraordinary at something she has never done before, which is parenthood, and who is doing it with the same precision and the same terror and the same fierce commitment she brings to everything she decides matters, and who calls on Saturday mornings to tell me about it, and I listen, and we are both learning.

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.

The next time I saw Amelia, it was the very same day we had met in my previous life. She wore a custom designer dress, looking every bit the picture of elegance. Her skin was flawless, and her big, innocent eyes could have made anyone feel protective. Meanwhile, I was hunched over at my desk, struggling to finish a client proposal Charlotte had given me just a couple of days before. If I couldn't come up with a solid plan, I knew Charlotte would double my workload that night. I really didn't want to pull an all-nighter. On stage, Amelia introduced herself to the class. "Hi, everyone. My name is Amelia Foster. I've just come back from studying abroad. I hope we can all get along these next fe

Then at me. "I'm Sophia Evergreen. Alpha heir of the Ironclad Pack. And I'm done being anyone's victim." Her words echoed through the room, and I knew, without a doubt, that she meant every one of them.

And that second itself he knew his life freezed with her forever. Saul was off the hook with Sophia, his first and last love. She was kind and beautiful but a mediocre student. Probably she came to that level because of her hard work more than intelligence as it is noted only the cream from all parts of the world get settled there in London School of Economics.