Chapter 42. The Fear Sofia Couldn’t Hide
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That afternoon, Sofia angrily removed her sunglasses before entering her mother’s luxurious mansion.
Her heels clicked harshly against the marble floor while servants quickly lowered their heads sensing her terrible mood.
“Where’s my mother?”
“In the lounge, ma’am.”
Sofia walked in immediately only to find her mother calmly drinking tea.
The older woman looked up slowly.
“You look stressed.”
Sofia scoffed angrily before throwing her designer bag onto the couch.
“How am I supposed to stay calm?”
Her mother frowned slightly.
“What happened now?”
“Elena happened!”
The room instantly became silent.
Sofia paced around furiously.
“Why is she still alive?”
Her mother’s expression darkened immediately.
“Lower your voice.”
“No!” Sofia snapped. “She was supposed to disappear forever!”
The older woman calmly placed down her teacup.
“We already handled everything years ago.”
“Clearly not enough,” Sofia hissed angrily. “Now she’s back richer than all of us and the entire Italy worships her!”
Jealousy burned visibly across Sofia’s face now.
“She humiliates me without even trying.”
Her mother narrowed her eyes carefully.
“You’re panicking.”
“Because something feels wrong,” Sofia admitted quietly for the first time.
Then slowly—
She sat down.
“Adrian keeps looking at her.”
Those words finally made her mother serious.
“How?”
“I don’t know,” Sofia whispered angrily. “But every time they meet… something changes in him.”
Her mother stayed silent briefly before speaking calmly.
“Does he remember anything?”
Sofia immediately shook her head.
“No. If Adrian remembered Elena, our lives would already be ruined.”
And deep inside—
That was Sofia’s greatest fear.
Because the truth behind Leonardo…
The surrogacy…
The lies…
Everything would collapse.
Meanwhile her mother spoke coldly,
“Then make sure he never remembers.”
Sofia slowly clenched her fists.
“But Elena returning wasn’t part of the plan.”
Her mother leaned back calmly.
“Then destroy her again before it becomes too late.”
The room fell silent.
But for the first time in years—
Sofia felt genuine fear growing inside her.
Because the weak Elena she once controlled no longer existed.
This Elena was powerful.
Respected.
And dangerous.
Meanwhile across Milan, Elena sat peacefully inside her mansion balcony while Isabella slept nearby after school.
For the first time in years—
Elena finally felt like fate was slowly returning everything stolen from her.
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