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Because it seems like they really have to get what they deserve because whatever they tried to do was really outrageous. Mia fell silent again, the woman seemed to find out what had happened because after all, Mia didn't accept being dumped like that by Nicolas. Regarding whatever woman is currently close to Nocholas so that he makes such a very stupid decision, Mia still swears that she will destroy that woman without mercy. "What's wrong, miss? Why did you call me?”

Theo asks, not understanding what she means. "Ohhh I see you don't still have glue on it! Sofia leaned towards Carson and then touched his hair. "Remember,I will come after you when the time shall come for what you did to me! You can't escape out of this get that. Sofia warned him as he laughed. "Ohhh seriously you're threatening me now huh? What Exactly are you going to do? Carson uttered touching her face as she wanted to bite off his fingers nails when Ryan came in.

My phone rang—Sofia's name flashing like a rescue signal. "Emily, thank God." Sofia's voice was tight and scared but trying to stay strong. "Please tell me you're seeing this garbage." "I'm seeing it," I said, feeling numb. "Sofia, how did they get those photos? We were careful—" "Doesn't matter how they got them now. What matters is that Carlos is having a news conference in two hours, and every big news company is getting ready to destroy you." Sofia's voice had the sharp sound of someone getting ready to fight. "Get dressed. We're going to war."

Carissa is innocent, she is just a pawn in this game and I feel so sorry for her, that's why I'm not gonna make her suffer. But I must make Grayson and Sofia beg for death. Sofia smile at me, I also forced a smile on my face. I carry Carissa, she keeps looking at the two pieces of pizza remaining on the table. "You want that?" I asked her. She nods. I pick one and hand it to her, she smiles and take her bite. Sonia stands up and stands in front of me, she has a look in her face, I guess she's trying to look innocent but I swear it doesn't suit her.

I was a little taken aback when I saw a girl coming inside, running towards Sofia. In her heels. "Sof!" She squealed in a high pitched voice and hugged her sideways. Sofia looked horrified for some reason. On the other hand, the girl who just barged in looked like a model. Her dark black hair fell down her waist in perfect waves. Her dress hugging her curves perfectly. "Carla, it's nice to see you." Sofia said with a somewhat forced smile. I frowned a little when she didn't even pass me a glance. Was I really that invisible?

— I'll be back in a moment! — Thank you, Chris! — She thanked me with a huge smile, after reading his name on her uniform badge. I wrinkled my forehead. — Aren't you going to say anything, Sofia? — What do you want me to say, Carina? — She turned her head toward me and her face contorted into a bitter frown. — That my expensive make-up was worth every dollar invested and wasn't ruined when Arabella acted like a spoiled child throwing vodka at me? — A disdainful smile appeared on her lips. — Well, I'm still pretty and my eyelash mask is still intact. — He leaned his torso forward on the table and approached me. — Relax, Cah, and enjoy the evening. — She winked and walked away.

Carlo now possessed the knowledge he sought, painting a clearer picture of the events that had unfolded. Carlo was taken aback by the unexpected decision his mother had made, appointing Sofia as the heiress of the Ricci Empire. Conflicting emotions surged through his heart, leaving him bewildered. Throughout his life, Carlo had never shown any affection toward his daughter, Sofia, harboring a deep-seated hatred for her mother—his wife—until her death. His interactions with Sofia had always been cold and callous.

Her shoulder-length hair swayed lightly in the cold breeze, the tips dyed a striking shade of pink. She walked confidently toward a black van parked a short distance away. As the moonlight illuminated her face, her identity became clear. Sofia. “Hello, brother,” she grinned darkly. Her glossy lips shimmered beneath the night light while her pink earrings sparkled brilliantly. “What took you so long, Sofia?” the male voice asked lazily. The man leaned against the van casually. White-blonde hair. Pierced lips. Dangerously handsome. Smoke curled from his lips every few seconds as he held a cigarette between his fingers.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

I lightly grip her chin, forcing her to look ate her. "Don't hide your beautiful face from me, tesoro." I say smirking. Sofia pecks me on my lips as I was admiring her beauty. As she was about to pull away, I pull her face back and capture her lips lips with mine. I grip her thighs and pull her closer to me so that she was straddling my waist. Sofia subconsciously grinds her hips against me as we continue our passionate kiss. I let out a groan as I felt myself get harder by the second. I grip her waist, stopping her movements so I didn't lose control and take her on my desk.