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he said I gulped and opened the door, letting the devil into my home ****** Heyy everyone, so this is Sophia's chapter, this book will have a series, Sophia and Andrew will be next so I just gave a sneak peek, in their book you'll understand how this chapter came to be. Thanksssss.

"They’re both resting now after the long journey. The reunion was... emotional." Good. She deserved that peace,at least for now. We turned the corner and approached the tall, arched doors of the library. The warm scent of old books and polished wood drifted through the open space. My ears picked up soft laughter before I even stepped inside. I entered quietly, my eyes immediately drawn to her. Sophia. She sat near one of the tall windows, golden light pouring over her like a spotlight from the Moon Goddess herself. Her smile was radiant, her eyes dancing as she spoke animatedly with a girl sitting across from her. Her friend, no doubt. I recognized her vaguely from the Silverfang delegation.

Sophia asked, “what do you plan to do now?” …… Sophia returned to the second branch’s mansion, her face expressionless as her thoughts churned beneath the surface. When she saw her brother still lounging on the couch, watching clips from Chasing Mouse, her focus snapped back to reality. “Brother,” she said coolly, “Yvette is looking for you. She wants you to go shopping with her.” Khian paused the video and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Did she say where?” Sophia: “…”

The smell of old books and leather calmed something raw inside me. I curled into my favorite chair by the window and tried to lose myself in a novel. Anything to stop thinking about Adrian's face when I mentioned Dante. "There you are." Sophia's voice made every muscle in my body tense. She glided into the library with the grace of someone who knew she had already won. "What do you want?" I did not look up from my book. "To have a conversation between adults." She sat across from me without invitation. "Woman to woman." "We have nothing to talk about."

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Is this the part where you beg, Phuwin? Or is this the part where you realize your crown was just a gilded leash I’ve finally snapped?" Sofia’s voice didn't just carry through the ruined Sanctuary; it vibrated inside the very marrow of those standing within its shattered walls. She stood over Phuwin Montague, her hand glowing with a sapphire intensity that turned the surrounding smoke into a swirling indigo nebula.

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Evely made a dreamy face, she was lost in her own dream admiring the beauty of her new cute professor, even though she was already in love with someone else. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk".. Sophia shook her head at her. "I don't know why you and other students are dying for that guy actually, f*ck he doesn't even look that cool," Sophia muttered nonchalantly taking her gaze back to her book. "By the way, what book is that?" Evely asked as she bent her head to look at the back and it was written; ....The Wolf.... "Sophia so you are still into this book?" "I mean, just so you can find out how to kill them in case you eventually find one! You are still on this?" Evely had a sentimental look on her face as

Chapter Four: Breaking Loose. Sofia POV. I look at Tristain with so much regret. Why did I let him get this close?. Why did I allow him so much access?. How was I supposed to know he was nothing but a damn simp, a nonchalant desperate fool, who would do anything to humiliate the woman he spread her legs apart for, whispering sweet loving in the most suitable way!. How could I have known?. “Did you just slap me?" Tristain was holding his cheek still in denial. I had plastered his face with my five fingers.

’’ she knitted her eyebrows, hating how he towered over her short self. ‘’Lady, I hope you have your explanations ready because –‘’ ‘’I’m Sophia Syde, the daughter of the chairman and the sister of the Miles Syde,’’ She folded her arms across her chest and suppressed a smirk at the guy’s pale face and gaping mouth. ‘’cat caught her tongue?’’ she whispered leaning her head closer to him.

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist: