Who Is Sofia The First Real Dad Novels & Stories

“Look, all he did was cheat; he didn't kill anyone. All men are like that to some degree. You don't have to be so proud. Noelle needs a father in her life. Let down your pride and give her what she needs.” “I will never forgive him, mother. Not in this life and the next. Even if he's the last man available for me, I'd rather die alone than get back with someone like him.” I ended the call before she could reply, my hand shaking as I set the phone down. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down my cheek before I angrily brushed it away. The silence in my office suddenly seemed to suffocate me. Reality seemed to crash down on me. I was a single mother, and now I was pregnant with a child,

Leo stepped closer, crouching slightly so he was at her level. “I’m your dad,” he said gently. Silence. Sophia blinked, looking between both of us like her brain was trying to catch up. “Wait.” she said slowly, pointing at Leo. “So he’s my daddy? Like… real dad?” she asked. I felt my chest tighten a little, but I nodded slowly. “Yes, baby. Your real dad.” She looked back at Leo. “We are sorry for keeping it a secret from you. She folded her arms. “Why didn’t you say all this while and why weren't we living together?” she asked, tilting her head in that way she always does when she’s confused.

She had to continue running the business low-key because her eldest son is too soft-hearted despite how brilliant he is. Then there is Ronan's Mother— Sofia, the daughter of one of the greatest politicians in New York. She met Ronan's father at an event and the rest they say, is history. In the interview I watched, she said it was love at first sight for both of them and they have been together ever since. Sofia has always been a princess, she runs different organizations for women's empowerment and for children in need. She also has another organization for people with terminal illnesses. The tabloids call her a saint or an angel, depending on which tabloids you read. From my research, if t

I said softly and deliberately told her, “Theo told me he learned from Sofia that he wasn't your biological son. He was the bastard son of the late Alpha King with a rogue she-wolf he fell madly in love with, and you are infertile. That’s why you’ve been caring for Theo as your own.” Much to my satisfaction, Luna Queen’s expression contorted with anger, and she stood up fast, slapping Sofia’s cheek hard. “I knew you were lying to me, Sofia!” Luna Queen yelled at Sofia, looking deranged from her anger, far from her usual noble and gentle self. “I asked you if you heard anything when you were with the rogues, and yet you dare lie to your Queen!” She delivered another slap at Sofia’s cheek, mak

“So, have you lived with Zack for so long?“ I decided to probe further. There were just so many things about dad that I was curious about, but I never had the courage to ask him. Dave chuckled. “Do you want some gossip from me, little one?“ He asked. “Do you know that gossiping is bad?“ I scoffed. “We are not gossiping. And he is our dad, right? I am just a little curious. Why hasn't he ever married?“ Dad was in his mid forties, but I was sure that he was not even seeing anyone. Was something wrong with him? Had it not been for the fact that he had me as his daughter, I would think that he was barren and that no woman wanted to be close to him. But there was Sofia, a very powerful and influe

"He'll change, I'll make sure..." "Stop Dad! Stop!" I yelled, running my hands through my hair. "If you're going to continue this way, I'll have my maid here, tell you first when I die for you to come collect my body, If that's allowed," I said and turned to Rae, no longer willing to continue the conversation. He held my hands back, his grip firm but trembling. "I didn't know, Sofia. I thought... I thought he would protect you." "Protect me? From what, Dad? Myself?" My voice cracked. "You handed me over to a man whose ego boosts on power and control, and you think that counts as protection?"

A sob caught in Sofia’s throat. Three babies. Aaron’s babies. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just... please, save them.” Two days later, Sofia returned to the mansion. Weaker. But hopeful. She had to tell Aaron the truth. He deserved to know. The moment she stepped inside, her heart stopped. Aaron was there. Holding Chloe. Their lips were pressed together in a deep, lingering kiss. The love of her life. The father of her unborn children. Kissing the woman who had nearly killed her.

“He only has his mommy. He doesn’t have a daddy.” Sofia froze, her fork clattering against her plate. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, her voice dangerously calm. “What do you mean he doesn’t have a father? He has one, I mean Doctor Damien. Isn’t that his dad?” “No.” Ethan shook his head quickly. “That’s his uncle Damien. He already went back to Velaris.” The words sank in, and Sofia’s body went rigid. “So… who’s his father then?” “He doesn’t know. He said his mom never tells him. Whenever he asks about his real dad, she avoids the question.”

“But it’s been so long, Daddy! I can’t sleep without her reading to me. And Sofia cries every night because she wants her. And I tried to read to her but I don’t know the voices. And Milo keeps waiting at the door too—” His voice cracked. Then he burst into full sobs again. Sofia, who had been standing behind him clutching her stuffed rabbit, began crying simply because he was. Her tiny cry was softer, almost questioning, like she didn’t understand why they couldn’t just have their mother back if they wanted her. I swallowed hard and rolled my fingers into a fist. My jaw clenched. This was the part nobody ever warned you about. They tell you leadership is heavy, fatherhood is heavy, sin is h

Sofia let out a soft sigh after hearing his story. "Sounds like my situation isn't much better," she murmured. "Calliope is my father's concubine. Sure, she's wealthy and spoils me... but in the end, I'm not her real child. If I stop being useful, she wouldn't hesitate to hand me over to some billionaire she knows-like a commodity." Sofia let out a dry laugh. These were things she had never shared with anyone, but after hearing Hubert open up, she suddenly felt the urge to confide in him.