The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

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Right this way miss,” Margo uttered while guiding me through Sergio’s huge house. I try to memorize the curves and corners so I would not get lost on my way back.

It’s difficult when all rooms look the same. But I don’t dare utter my confusion to Margo.

She stopped beside a huge door, turning towards me as she wrenches it open. “Here you go,” She smiles politely and I’m grateful that not everyone is as vile as Sergio in this house.

“Thank you, Margo,” I thanked her with a smile of my own and entered the bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it until I heard her fading footfalls.

When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself away from the door and strut over to the wall mirror and the sink.

I looked at my reflection and sighed.

There’s worry in my gaze, buried deep but I can detect it.

The worry mounted when Lillian brought up the pregnancy. For a second there I forgot about it and one wrong move would have made everything crumble down.

I let out a breath through my parted lips. “Oh Sophie, what had you got yourself into?” I shook my head and opened the faucet.

I washed my hands, leaning over the sink to pour some water over my face. Closing the faucet, I lift my eyes up and they connect with my reflection.

I cannot make Sergio push me in a corner and boast his triumph of finally cracking the barriers I held around me.

I will not make him succeed in trying to push Aiden and I apart.

Patting my face with some tissue, I tossed it in the toilet bowl and flushed. Gawking at my reflection ‘one least time, I let out a strained breath and opened the door.

eyes land on Lillian leaning against the opposite

in means to avoid her but

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

knew she didn’t like me. That glare she sent across

heels and knew she had

my arms under my chest, staring at her

well. Better.”

plasters on a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think Aiden mentioned it when we spoke. He’s such a good

I could sense the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear of the

eyes, unpleased by her tactic

in a sickly fake sweet voice that she caught right away because the chirpy sweet blonde was no longer hiding

fake short

how sweet he can be. He has always

It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what a joy it is to plan a wedding.

that I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch right for trying to feed

always get what I want,” She then fakes

felt when you read it. The media can be such a bitch sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, letting out

What post is

my confusion because she was

about you being the homewrecker in Aiden’s and I relationship,” She shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Told you everyone thought we would be the ones

and speechless as I stare at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an

want to vomit. The media was playing me out to be the

“But don’t worry, the article was magically taken down quickly. I mean, I’m sure millions of people had read it before it was taken down, it

my arm away from her touch, my eyes

nauseous. I can only imagine