Sophie Sheridan Actress Novels & Stories

“I never expected you to become my boss lady. But I’m glad it’s you and not Lydia Angelopoulos or Acacia Balaska!” The names sounded familiar, but I couldn’t recall where I had heard them. I frowned at the new piece of information. How were they related to Eros? Before I could ask Sheridan, her eyes widened to see Eros striding towards me. “I’ll get myself another drink. See you later, Anacá.” She walked away as fast as she could before I could stop her. I realized Sheridan was the one who had most of the answers I was looking for. “What was Sheridan telling you?” barked Eros the moment he reached me.

She turned and saw Dave Asher and an older woman. “Nana” Amil chimed and ran towards the older woman. Elisa sobbing became louder and one would almost think something had poked her or she'd been beaten. Sophia was dazed. She didn't know this woman is also an actress. She'd only thought Diana is into that profession, looks like there are many professional actresses she is yet to meet. She ignored the cry baby and smiled at the older woman. She can tell that she's Mrs Asher. Her beauty, grace and elegance was undeniably noticeable.

She had a smile on as she spoke to Jefferson, "I'm asking to meet him after you've brought him to justice, not before that. Sheridan was no longer the kind father she knew; he was an evil man. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his own benefit. If she met him, who knew what sort of things might happen? As a forensic doctor, Adrienne knew that she mustn't be that silly to take such a risk. Besides, she knew Jefferson too well. He had evidence of Sheridan's crimes, and he knew Sheridan's whereabouts. Nevertheless, she knew that he hadn't acted on anything because of her.

Yeah, she looks cheap and ugly! I'm sitting on my couch watching Stupid Sophie (I'm trying not to call her a bitch but she's still a bitch!), faking crocodile tears. Oh my God! She's such a terrible actress. She's forcing tears and not even feeling the moment. Believe me, I didn't go to any theatrical school but I swear my acting is way better than hers. By far better than hers! Stupid Sophie slaps some woman in the movie and glowers at her. "He chose me!" She snaps.

Vivienne scowled as she asked, “What do you mean?” Sophie sneered and said, “As the largest shareholder of Carlson Group, I'm more than qualified to decide to let you stay or to fire you than the man that you are pining for. I’m sorry, but I don’t really welcome you, Miss Vivienne.” Unexpectedly, Sophie, who seemed like a pushover, had a strong side as well. Vivienne's countenance wavered for a moment before she returned to normal and said, "I get it. It’s okay. I believe that Cedric will arrange for a more suitable position for me, such as…”

I simply didn't truly understand the pride in their lineage that the upper class holds onto. The rapid patter of footsteps has me straightening my spine, forcing a smile. Sophie rounds the corner in a pink silk dressing gown, her black hair flowing down her back, over her shoulders. She doesn't stop until her arms are around me, hugging me tightly. "What are you doing here?" I lean back, fighting not to look so worried. "I'm in a bit of bother again." Sophie glances over her shoulder. "Sheridan could arrive at any time." She returns her gaze to me. "You can stay in a back bedroom, but you must remain quiet. He's not keen on my having company."

"Qadir, why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you happy to see me?" Sophie Ashton, aka Seraphina, said, pouting grievously. "It's been so long since I last saw you, and you don't even miss me. I've decided not to like you anymore. I'm going to leave you." She laughed again cheerfully and said, "Qadir, if I don't like you anymore, what will you do? I guess you'll be a bachelor for the rest of your life because no woman wants to face your cold look, right?"

He abandoned his always-honest demeanor as Sherman spoke and began unscrupulously sizing up Sofia. 'Tsk, tsk… That little girl looks pretty fascinating.' Sherman had not been able to examine Sofia closely while at the North Sea Galaxy. He was captivated when he was close to her. 'Sofia is still young; she has not even turned 18 yet. She is not as sexy as Gigi, but she is more elegant. She looks stunning in that light pink mini dress.'

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.

Acting this caring and tender while also thinking about another woman? “Of course I do, darling,” Adrian replied. “But the thought of coming home to you recharges me more than anything else.” Sophie’s smile cracked. She felt something stuck in her throat, and swallowing hurt. She could feel her tears welling up again. Adrian smiled, likely thinking that Sophie felt touched. No. He couldn’t be more wrong. “Really?” Sophie whispered. She knew she should wait. She knew that this was not the right time. That a more appropriate stage would appear. But against her better judgement, she couldn’t help but whisper, “But you seem equally at ease with Julia Hall.”