Novel & Cerita Sophias Revenge

Sophie and Antonio sent off all the guests, including a drunk Soren. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" "I'm sure, Antonio." Sophie looked at Antonio's worried expression. "I didn't have the power to get my revenge before, but your appearance gave me hope. My father saved Soren, but William still killed him. I can't just pretend nothing happened when I know who my enemy is!" She choked back a sob. Antonio pulled her into his arms. "I'm willing to do anything for you, Sophie, but I don't want you to live your life in hatred and consumed by revenge…"

“My mother. Dear, sweet, broken Carmen. She thinks you’re a victim. She thinks she’s the hero. It’s adorable, really.” He stopped in front of her, crouching down so his eyes were level with hers. The scent of him, clean sweat and expensive cologne, filled her senses, a dark, familiar drug. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to contact her. You will tell her you have a plan. A way to get real, lasting revenge on Alejandro for what he did to her. You’ll tell her you’ve seen the light, that you’re ready to fight back, but you need her help.” Sofia stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of terror. “She’ll never believe me. Not after what happened at the bar.”

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

“Get ready to watch the history of your life rewritten, sweetheart. Starring you, in the role of a lifetime.” The TV flared on. My eyes locked on the screen, unblinking, as if looking away might make the air vanish from my lungs. A polished voice filled the room. “... Following the tragic death of billionaire Roland Holt, his only child, Adrielle Holt, is said to have suffered a severe mental breakdown. She is currently recovering in a rehabilitation center, where her devoted husband, Valen Donald, remains by her side...” My head whipped toward him, then back to the screen. “Rehab? Mental collapse?” My voice broke, high and desperate.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

They stared at a shy Chamberlain as he evaded their eyes. Sophia’s eyes narrowed. “Hope you can fight because…this ... . Because this is just the beginning” she walked away with her men. As soon as we got to the car, I let out a breath. Revenge takes guts.

"He kidnapped my son, Sophia. Please help me. Is he alive? You know that, right?" Sophia's gaze slowly rose, her eyes locking onto Sarah's. A mix of emotions swirled in their depths—guilt, regret, and a hint of fear. "Yes...he's alive," she whispered, her voice cracking. "He came here to meet me in this jail. He said... he said he would take his revenge from Nicholas." *************************************

But at least she was free of Gabriel. "So tell me everything, how did the confrontation go?" June asked after she had settled in. She narrated everything that had happened and June cursed. "That bastard, he is so shameless, are you sure you don't want revenge?" "June, he is the CEO of one of the biggest entertainment agency and you are still starting up your agency. I don't want you doing anything that would derail your career. Just leave him alone" Elsa pleaded with her. "Fine, I will." she agreed grudgingly.

"Élianor… You look like…" "Like what they need to see," I interrupt. "The specter of their misdeeds, made flesh and blood, and holding the keys to their survival." The children are asleep, protected by Sophie in the west wing, far from the murmurs and the clinking of glasses. The tea she brings me is Lapsang Souchong, smoky, sharp. It tastes of ash and resolution. I drink it in one go. "And him?" The question is a stone I toss into the well of my own contempt.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."