Who Does Sophie Foster Marry Novels & Stories

"I have a friend, her name is Sophie. I'm sure she will want to meet you." "I'll like to meet her too. So far she is nice." "She is really nice. Do you know Father wanted us to get married?" "Really?" "Yes. Since I was a child. But Sophie loves someone else and I don't want to get married to her. I just like her as a friend." "So, how did you do it?" "You mean how I got out of the marriage agreement?" She nodded. "Sophie told her Father she doesn't want to get married to me. That she likes someone else and he cancelled the wedding."

"He’s going to be best friends with Liam, and with Sophie’s baby once it’s born. Our kids will grow up together." Sophie, who had married George just a few months ago, was sitting nearby, her hand resting on her still-small belly. She smiled at me and then looked down at her husband. "I think they’ll be inseparable," she said with a grin. "And once this little one comes, there will be three of them. I can already see it—best friends for life."

Cedric bent over and looked at Sophie, who was lying on the ground, and said, “Grandpa is urging us to have a child every day. What should we do? I don’t want you to be pregnant because you don’t deserve to be pregnant with my child.” He slammed the door shut as Sophie curled up into a ball. Although the pain had lessened, she still felt as if there was a sharp pain in her heart. As she wiped her tears away, she wondered what she had done wrong to deserve such treatment from him. Their marriage was decided upon by his grandfather. Why did he have to use such callous tactics and methods against her when she had never made him submit to her, even though she truly loved him? Sophie was exhauste

“I saw Jax kissing my granddaughter. He seems to like her enough. And their bloodlines are the strongest we have. The children they produce will be warriors, exactly what the coming wars will need.” Sophie wanted to vanish, but she sat stiff and silent as the meal dragged on. Rufus prattled on in his good natured way, while his mother looked like she had sucked on a lemon. When the families finally parted ways, Jax lingered. He pulled her into an embrace, his voice low at her ear. “Everything will be alright. I want this. I want you. We’ll just keep it quiet until you’re eighteen.” Sophie bit her lip, then blurted out. "Don't you have a thing with Pandora, you can say no to marrying me, if y

"What do they know? This is Xenois we're talking about. He doesn't do emotions. He doesn't do love either. He's the most heartless and cold man I've ever known." I thought of the way he'd looked at Celeste, and the way he had torn up those divorce papers. "Maybe he was," I said carefully, trying not to get on her bad side. There was no reason to make her pissed off with me either. "But maybe that's changed." Sophia's laugh was short and bitter. "Changed? Into what? A devoted husband and father? Please. He married that woman for convenience, nothing more. She was young, fertile, and desperate enough to agree to his terms. The only reason he kept her around this long was for the boys."

“Cassia, live for yourself. Don’t be a victim. You’re beautiful, rich, and successful. You’re good at everything you do. You’re my role model. My mom used to praise Cecilia, but now, she praises you. She says you’re smart, capable, and responsible. Cassia, you’re phenomenal. Don’t waste your life on Zach.” Sophie had never spoken to me like this before. She had always quietly supported my love for Zach and promised to help me win him back. The day I married Zach, Sophie watched as he put the wedding ring on my finger. When I got off stage, she patted her chest and said, “I’ve done my job. I can die happy now.” However, she did not realize that marriage did not mean we would live happily ever

The couple received their marriage certificate after Sophie was discharged from the hospital and were now making preparations for their wedding. "You must be tired from looking at all these invites. Here, Mom made you your favorite soup." Elliot's brown eyes sparkled with affection as he brought a bowl of hot soup to Sophie, even offering to feed it to her. Sophie immediately blushed, feeling the heat rise in her ears. She was still adjusting to seeing Elliot as her future husband rather than the little boy she once played with.

"I've been waiting in the car. You said you'd only be a moment." Sophie's expression shifted, annoyance flashing across her features before she smoothed it away. "Gerald, perfect timing. This is Alex Carter, an old friend. Alex, this is my husband, Gerald Hartwell." My eyebrows shot up. Her husband? She'd been throwing herself at Alexander while her husband waited outside? Alexander stood, extending his hand to Gerald with considerably more warmth than he'd shown Sophie. "Alexander Carter," he corrected once more, shaking Gerald's hand. "Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Olivia."

Sophie screamed and lunged for it, but Dad stepped aside effortlessly. She turned to me instead. Her face was suddenly filled with wounded righteousness. "Preston, are you really going to send us to jail? We were just confused! Families don't hold grudges overnight!" I wiped the blood from my mouth. "Bad enough for you to beat your own husband and force him to kneel for an outsider?" I questioned. "Tell me, Sophie. Julius is your real husband, isn't he?" Her face went pale. "What are you talking about?"

"I wanted to explain...about Damian and me." Sophie's expression remained neutral, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "I figured as much," she said, her voice measured. I fidgeted with my cup, unsure how to begin. I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "I didn't want to marry him, Sophie. But family circumstances...and I'll find ways to end things with him." Sophie's expression shifted, her eyes flashing with pain and anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" she spat, her voice trembling. "Instead, you went behind my back and married the man who destroyed my life, Lisa."