Novel & Cerita Sophias Revenge

"She died because of you and the more you interfere in my affairs, the more I'll make you lose everyone that's dear to you," "You..." "It's not a threat but a promise," Sophia smiled, stood up and walked out of the garden. She has promised Steve not to hurt Vivian and that's the only reason she had stopped herself from hurting Vivian. At that moment in time, she wanted nothing but to dig her claws into Vivian's flesh. All she wants is to have Vivian's head and she would stop at nothing until she gets that. She would stop at nothing until she makes sure she completely destroys Vivian. Her revenge just began and in the end, she would make sure to be victorious.

I retorted as I made my way to the elevator, accompanied by Sofia. Sofia's demeanor suddenly shifted, and her eyes took on a different hue as she stared at me. The air in the elevator became oppressive as she lunged at me, her hands wrapping around my neck, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Fortunately, I had acquired self-defense skills, so I swiftly hurled my handbag at her, causing her to stagger backwards. Amid it all, I delivered a firm slap to Sofia's face just as the elevator doors opened, revealing Mr. Darcus Miller observing the scene, with Avery standing nearby.

Sophia’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and betrayal. The mole smirked. “You didn’t see it coming, did you? Adrian’s vision lives on. And you’ve played right into it.” Sophia’s fists clenched. “Not anymore.” The confrontation escalated into a tense battle, skill versus skill, wits versus strategy. Sophia moved with precision, exploiting weaknesses she had learned from both Adrian and her own survival instincts. As Sophia disarmed the mole, alarms blared throughout the warehouse. The shadowy figure who had claimed to be Adrian’s heir stepped forward. “Impressive… but this isn’t over. The true plan… the final phase… is just beginning.”

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Davis realized that he could no longer hide the truth and told her what had happened between him and Yvonne. Sophia was infuriated to learn about this and immediately told Davis off. Seeing how mad she was, Davis kept quiet while Sophia took out her anger on him. After that, Sophia descended into silence as she started to plot her revenge. The letter definitely had something to do with Yvonne; she must be the reason that Sophia was covered in bruises. Not only that, but Sophia’s legs were also maimed by Yvonne, and Sophia swore never to let the woman off the hook. That was why she decided to take her revenge before leaving this city.

“Father! I’m sorry!” Sophia came in with tears running down her cheeks. She was very gaunt, as though she hadn’t slept or ate at all since she’d been arrested. She stumbled towards the coffin and fell to her knees, sobbing. A couple of officers followed her but didn’t stop her, watching as she mourned. “How do you feel?” I asked coldly. “Are you satisfied with what you’ve done?” Sophia looked up at me through blurry vision and asked, “Why didn’t you save him? Just because he is my father? Is this you getting revenge on me?”

This time, it set her free. She texted **Mike**: *“Send the footage. Bonus is on its way.”* As they climbed into the Uber, Sophia stared at the skyline. Luna was bleeding, Lucas was crumbling, and she was just getting started. Rebirth wasn’t about forgiveness. It was about revenge. And she was winning.

Sophia flash Ava a smile and she comes down from the chair. "Yeah, Sophia. I am not a late comer" she replied and that brought a smile to Sophia, she wondered how a kid can be this smart, so bad her father is a monster. But she's not gonna touch Sophia, right? Sophia was the perfect weapon to use because nothing can make Lucas shed tears. But using the innocent girl for revenge isn't gonna help. She has to sit down now and think about a new and perfect way to get her revenge. She must get her revenge at all costs because that's the only thing she's living for. Her family also needs the revenge badly, she has been trying to get her revenge for five years and she's not gonna lose her chance no

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

Sophia studied me carefully. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” I took another step toward her. “You said you want me as your partner. Prove it. Let him leave alive. Show me you’re different from Father.” For a long second, nobody moved. The tension was suffocating. Sophia finally lowered her hand slightly. “Fine. Your Reaper can crawl away. But if he comes after us, I’ll kill him slowly while you watch.” She motioned to her snipers. The red dots disappeared.