Who Does Sophie Foster Marry Novels & Stories

“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.”

"You married Adrian Wolfe. Do you have any idea what kind of war you've just started?" Before I could snap back, a calm, deep voice echoed from behind me. "She married me because she wanted to." Sophie froze. Adrian stood there, his hands in his pockets, looking every bit the king of the castle. For the first time, I saw Sophie look genuinely uncomfortable. "Mr. Wolfe," she stammered. "Miss Lane." Adrian didn't move, but the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. Sophie crossed her arms, trying to regain her footing. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Ruining Daniel’s reputation by taking his 'leftovers'?"

Investors fled, banks called in loans, and his territory was carved up by rivals. And Sophie? The moment she smelled the money running out, she drained Carlos’s personal accounts and vanished into the wind. Carlos sat alone, staring at the skyline. Today was the day he had originally planned to marry Sophie. Instead, on his laptop screen, a livestream was playing. It was the Wedding of the Century in San Francisco. Sophia wore a traditional style tailored wedding gown, embroidered with her favorite flowers. She looked breathtaking—regal, vibrant, and alive. Julian held her hand, leading her down the aisle amidst a shower of petals and cheers.

Then he leaned down and whispered, "Soon, you'll be walking down the aisle, and I'll be waiting at the altar." I smiled at him, my heart soaring with excitement. I couldn't wait. My hand moved to my stomach and caressed it. We would be a family of three soon. Sophie's father, Duke Lancaster, walked her down the aisle, a proud smile on his face. And Sophie, she was a vision. Beautiful, curvy, elegant. I could understand why Jason would want to marry her. Apart from her obvious wealth, she was the kind of woman men killed for. Which made me wonder how Christian had fallen in love with me. Compared to Sophie, I looked like a rag doll.

She stumbled back in horror and couldn't help but whimper the other person's name, "Dickson?!" Dickson let out smoke from his mouth, and his eyes wandered wildly on Sophie's face, "Hello there, dearest ex-girlfriend, long time no see. It seems like you are doing well. How is your promise of marrying me after taking the Jonnes' family wealth coming along?" My parents looked at Sophie with wide eyes. Sophie shook her head and explained, "Mom and dad, please don't believe him. He… He was one of the gang members back then!"

Unknown to Sophie he already knew who she was and about her family wealth and wanted it so badly. But as their marriage got closer he realized that the Fernandez patriarch and matriarch had made it impossible for an outsider to have access to their wealth. He knew it was too late to stop the wedding, as the wedding plans progressed he met a wealthy widower almost twice his age. They eloped on his and Sophie's supposed wedding day. Heartbroken Sophie faced her business and it thrived beyond her imagination but most nights in the quietness of her room, as the frogs croaked and the crickets chirped, she cried herself to sleep

"Mister, I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous. But didn't Mister first approach and then marry Mrs. Sophia for a specific purpose? I remember very well, you used to tell me to investigate everything related to Mrs. Sophia in order to get close and then ensnare her, right?" Tristan nodded. Confirming what the assistant asked. "Yes, you're right. I didn't forget that, Mario. I did marry Sophia out of revenge for her father, Alfonso Adelaide." "Of Course!" Mario spoke again in a deliberately accentuated voice. "Because your plan has gone well. Even Alfonso Adelaide has been arrested by the police. So why bother yourself now when Mrs. Sophia is filing for divorce right now? Aren't you not in love

The next morning at the Fletcher residence.... "Sophie, aren't they the perfect newlyweds?" Edward said, looking at his wife. Sophie Fletcher - Edward Fletcher's wife, slightly glanced at her husband. "Yes, I see they are very well matched, But your poor son-in-law choice will only tarnish the Fletcher family's good name!" Degggg.... Carver felt his body freeze, his tongue felt numb after being forced into a marriage without love, now he was accused of being the person who would tarnish the good name of the Fletcher family. But he married because he had to.

Like he did this every day. Because he probably did. The room emptied, executives slipping out one by one, until it was just Edward, Liam, and Marcus. Liam glanced up, noticing Edward still seated. His expression didn't change. "Mr. Foster. Was there something you needed?" Edward stood slowly, his chair scraping loudly against the polished floor. "You," he said, his voice shaking. "You're Sophia's husband." Liam's gaze sharpened slightly, but his tone remained even. "I am."

"What???" Sophie yelled, staring deeply at Agatha. "You heard me, Sophie. You are getting married next month to Maxwell Dupree. I'm sure you saw him yesterday night at the party," Agatha said. "Yes, but as Mandy's fiance, why do I have to be the one to marry him?" Sophie asked, not sure she quite understood what was going on. "You are getting married to him because I said so," Agatha said, now returning to her breakfast.