What Happened To Sofia The First Dad Novels & Stories

I looked at my father in the eyes, “I’m sorry I disappointed you daddy. But I do love him and I’m carrying your grandchild. I hope you will be able to be part of our lives.” He shook his head, “If your still with him there’s no way I can be a part of your life Kay. I’m sorry dear, but this is all a mistake. I can’t be around him ill murder him I swear I will.” I thought about it if only my dad new it all he wouldn’t hesitate to go after him with a shot gun. That was the last time I saw my father, he looked at me with disappointment and anger as he stormed off and hasn’t talked to me since.

She grabbed the phone, glanced at the screen, and answered it with a cold laugh. My father's voice came through at once, tight with worry. "Isa, why aren't you home yet? Is the auction still going?" I dragged in a breath and shouted as loudly as I could, "Papa, help me! They're going to destroy my hands!" My father's voice went cold in an instant. "What? Who is this?" Sofia shouted into the phone, "I'm Sofia Lopez! Your daughter's been acting like a slut with men, so I'm teaching her a lesson!"

Suddenly, Vanessa felt relieved, and not wanting to talk to Sofia, she felt lucky to have Jackson with her, and Sofia, wearing dark eyeshadow and pink lipstick, rolled her eyes, fixing them on her son with a half-smile. “I came here to talk to Vanessa!” Sofia replied. “Oh, yes!” Jackson smiled back, and a battle between him and Sofia began. Sofia and Jackson did not have a close mother-son relationship, even though Jackson was indeed her blood, but Sofia, who used to be a well-known young actress, fell in love with Jackson's father at the height of her career, and soon she became pregnant, and the couple married shortly thereafter. The following year, she gave birth to Jackson, and Sofia res

Even as they took him to the detention center, he continued mumbling that his daughter couldn't be dead. A younger enforcer watched with disgust. "He was ruthless enough when he killed her, but now he's sorry? What an act. Murderers pay with their lives." The autopsy results came back quickly. DNA testing confirmed without doubt that the remains were mine. The chief brought this news to my father at the detention center. "Bodies can be faked, but DNA doesn't lie. Face reality—Scarlett is dead, killed by your own hands." My father stood frozen, then suddenly collapsed as if all strength had drained from his body. He slumped to the floor of his cell.

"That silver gun is so pretty. So vintage and elegant. Can I play with it?" My blood ran cold. It was my revolver. The last thing my father left me, and a symbol of the Rossi family's past glory. "No," I said, my voice ice. Gavin hesitated, then melted under Sofia’s teary-eyed gaze. "Viola, don't be so stingy." Gavin's voice was low, laced with a careless affection—for Sofia, of course. "The doctor said Sofia's emotions are unstable in her first trimester. She needs little things to keep her happy. It's just an old gun. I'll get you a better one."

"I wouldn't disappoint you when I've been looking forward to it myself. My father just dragged out things a little bit longer than pleasant, but I know it could have been worse, so I'm not exactly complaining. I'm here now. That counts, right?" Sofia smiled, slipping one of my hands from her waist so we could begin walking forward. "Of course, Dom. Thank you. Your father's in a pretty nasty situation and things don't look too good," she commented.

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”

"It's the Don. He must be calling to discuss the wedding details with you personally." I stood up and took the heavy antique receiver. "You got the papers?" Vincent paused for a moment, as if choosing his words. "Sofia's back." "You know her father just passed away. There's been infighting in her family—her uncles are all circling her shares and her port control. She needs the godmother title as protection, to hold her ground." The exact same speech. In my past life, I exploded with rage. "I'm the one who's been by your side. You're marrying me, and only me!"

"Elena, I don't know if this letter will ever reach you, and I don't know if you'll want to read it. Still, I want to write it. It's not to win you back. It's just to tell you a few things. "First, Sofia has left. She was Vito's pawn from start to finish, approaching me for control of the Moretti family's docks. When I found out, I didn't feel anger. I only felt how ridiculous I was—ridiculous that I hurt someone truly worth cherishing for a liar. "Second, your father didn't kill himself. He was murdered. The truth is out now, and everyone involved will face justice, including my mother.

So before you judge me remember I have more reason than most for knowing just how low your father will stoop. Sophia was welded to the spot—and not just by the shock of that unexpected revelation and by the pain she saw in his face. It was the first time she’d seen him display any real human emotion. ‘I—I didn’t know.’ ‘Well, now you do.’ His tone was flat. His expression blank.