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.

on Lillian leaning against the opposite wall, a cold expression

out of the room, in means to avoid her but she

“Sophie. How is Ashton?”

me when we both knew she didn’t like me. That glare she sent across the table straight at me when Aiden whispered in my ear

the clack of her heels and knew she

crossed my arms under

doing well. Better.”

rolling up to the ceiling as she plasters on a thoughtful

sense the hostility swimming at the bottom, struggling to stay clear

her tactic to get on my

sweet voice that she caught right away because the chirpy sweet

out a fake short laugh, stepping forward. “Is that

be. He has

that’s too bad things didn’t work out that way. It must be so sad that your father didn’t get to experience what

narrowed, pleasing me that I got on her nerves. Serves the bitch

always get what I want,” She then fakes a smile,

when you read it. The media can

What post is

she was

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

I stare at her. Aiden hadn’t mentioned an article. Nor had I seen such

vomit. The media was playing me out to be the

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

my eyes dropping to the floor.

around, my eyes darting across the floor as I try to not feel so nauseous. I can only imagine what people thought of me now. What they wrote, the slander I was