Who Does Sophie Foster End Up With の小説・ストーリー

The group chat quickly lit up with messages tagging me: "Congrats, Mrs. Foster-to-be! When are you treating us to drinks?" "Nathan, when’s the big celebration? We’re all waiting for that wedding party!" The chat buzzed with excitement, messages flooding in one after another. I was about to type a message to clear things up. I wouldn’t be “Mrs. Foster.” Nathan’s dream bride wasn’t me. But Nathan beat me to it. "What nonsense are you all talking about?" he wrote. "I never said I wanted to marry Roxanne." Then, he pulled Sophia into the group chat and tagged everyone.

We could still go up against Sophie. I clenched Claire's hand, a newfound resolve hardening within me. "We can help her win!" Zoey and Xavier's romance played out exactly like the script I had seen before—studying together in the library, eating in the cafeteria, attending public lectures, sending out drones on her birthday… Meanwhile, Claire and I had been gathering information on Sophie, looking for any weaknesses we could use to tip the odds in our favor. And it worked. We found something. After hosting the school's sports meet, Sophie was approached by a heavily tattooed middle-aged man. The moment she saw him, her face paled with fear, but she didn't cause a scene. Instead, she pulled h

I obey and close the gap between us smoothly. “That’s great, Mamma … Yep … Completely … Tiamo anch’io … until tomorrow then … Uhuh.” He repeats his goodbyes and hangs up, beaming at me like an excited child. “My mother has found Sophie a place to stay with a friend of the family. Someone she trusts, I trust too … Long-term foster arrangement while it goes through the legal process, then a forever home if she likes life with them.” He’s grinning at me in a way that makes me equally ecstatic for her; the Carreros work fast.

She pawed at the next glass and held it between her fingers delicately. “I should have known something was off with you when we were partying in Kempthorne. Man, I was so wrong. I thought you were into Stacey.” An uncontrolled expression must have flashed over my face. Sophie smirked. “Yeah, she told me about the kiss. She didn’t give me any more details, no matter how hard I begged. So, I concluded that you both either really liked each other, or decided it was a terrible idea.” I groaned into my hands and decided it was best not to get into that conversation right now.

“You should go find Clara Bailey. The one your captain wants to see will only be her. She lives at the far west end of the military housing compound, a single-unit house. You’ll find her easily.” With that, she took Joanne’s hand and moved to leave. A weak yet steady voice called out from behind her. “Sophie.” The aide sucked in a sharp breath. “Captain Hart, why did you come out yourself?!” Daniel Hart ignored her and walked straight to Sophie. His face was pale, but he forced a gentle smile, reaching out to touch her cheek. “The one I want to see is you, Sophie. What kind of husband, after getting hurt, goes to see another woman instead of his wife? Are you still upset about what happened

Sophie, who'd been passing by, had given him the candy she always carried with her. At the time, he hadn't known that Sophie was the woman his dormmate, Jack, had been pursuing for six months. He only knew it was love at first sight for him, and he launched straight into a fierce pursuit. By the time he found out the truth, Sophie and Jack were already together. The day he heard they were getting married, Ian cried the whole night. Then, he got in his car and followed their wedding convoy from start to finish, all by himself. In the end, when Jack carried Sophie out of the car, Ian hadn't dared to walk up to them. He'd just turned the car around and driven off, his eyes red.

Sophia hated how steady it made her feel, and how much she wanted to lean into him and let him be that wall a little longer. “Of course.” Adrian held up both hands, the picture of reasonableness, though his eyes stayed on Sophia. “There’s no need for theatrics. Not yet, anyway.” He turned to go, then paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “You should ask her about Daniel Foster sometime, Mr. Cole.” Adrian’s smile was almost gentle now, which somehow made it worse. “I suspect there’s a great deal she hasn’t told you. About her past. About where Ethan actually comes from.”

That's why she was helping me ' Sophie thought sadly. She heard approaching footsteps. She doesn't have to turn around to see who it is. Sophie plastered a polite smile and turned to face their new Luna. "Do you need anything Luna?" She asked feeling distant from her best friend. Riley is feeling bad for hiding this from Sophie. But Sophie is a romantic by nature and she will never understand why Carter doesn't want a mate and why Riley doesn't want to force him. Strong relationships are not made that way. Two people, one who doesn't want to be in that relationship and the other who is expecting more than the other is willing to give will end up being miserable. Riley never wanted that for h

“I don’t even know if you can forgive me. I’ve been a terrible friend. I should’ve told you about Ethan. I knew how much you liked him, and instead of being honest, I…” “Sophie,” I interrupted, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes opened widely. I gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax,” I said softly. “I’m not angry anymore. That’s all in the past now.” Her expression shifted with disbelief. “Really?” she whispered. “Really,” I confirmed, lifting my hand to show off the ring on my finger. “I’m getting married to Sebastian now. So, I think it’s safe to say I’ve moved on.”

Sophia broke her self free and was about to walk off, when Noah held her hand from back and twirling a full circle, pulled her back, causing her to collide with his hard chest. “Now you are clutched in my paws darling, you can’t break free.” Noah let out another low masculine growl, as if it’s so hard for him to control his beast. Bride and groom’s dance finally came to an end and Noah begin with introducing guests to Sophia. “Meet this is our biggest investor, Mr Foster.” “Hello Mrs Taylor.” “Hello Mr Foster.” Sophia greeted back him in a low voice. Mrs Taylor title seemed so distant and out of this world to her.