ANGEL WILSON

Sophia's eyes blazed with determination as she paced around the room, the cigarette smoke swirling around her. She was consumed by a singular focus: stopping Liam's marriage and winning him back.

It wasn't about love or loyalty; it was about the luxury and security that came with being Liam's partner. Sophia had grown accustomed to the finer things in life, and the thought of losing access to Liam's wealth and influence was unbearable.

As she paced, Sophia's mind racing with schemes and strategies. She needed to act fast, to come up with a plan that would convince Liam to call off the wedding and take her back.

But as she thought about the woman Liam was marrying - beautiful, curvy, and captivating - Sophia's confidence wavered. Could she really compete with someone like that?

Sophia's eyes narrowed, her jaw setting in determination. She would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. She would use every trick in the book, every ounce of charm and manipulation, to win Liam back.

And as she crushed out her cigarette, Sophia smiled to herself, a cold, calculating smile. The game was on.

Just then an elegant figure walked downstairs her movement alone smelled of power she was looking so beautiful and radiating she was ANGELA WILSON a very powerful woman

" What's bothering she asked Coldly descending down the stairs Sophia looked up seeing angela she smiled mischievously her plans on Liam was going to work anyways since this powerful woman is involved but this going to be a powerful game Sophia thought

" Someone is trying to steal what belongs to me Sophia said wickedly

Angela smiled taking a seat beside Sophia " can you turn that off the smell Is irritating Angela said pointing at the cigarette Sophia

" Am sorry my lady Sophia said calmly turning off the cigarette with her finger

" Good Angela said calmly crossing her legs together"her picture she requested

Sophia brought out her phone she took a photo of cherry and Liam at their wedding her plan was to deal with her she placed the phone on Angela's palm

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The elderly woman's eyes widened in shock as she gazed at the picture of Cherry. Her expression transformed from calm to furious, her voice trembling with rage.

"You dare not tamper with this girl," she warned, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "I swear, Sophia, if you harm one hair on her head, you will regret it."

Sophia took a step back, taken aback by the woman's sudden outburst. She had never seen her like this before.

"Who is she?" Sophia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The elderly woman's gaze never wavered from the picture. "She's my daughter," she said, her voice dripping with pride and protectiveness. "And I will not let anyone hurt her."

Sophia's eyes widened in alarm as she processed Angela's warning. She had never seen her boss, Angela Wilson, so angry and protective before.

As her boss's words hung in the air, Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she had crossed a line, and now she had to face the consequences.

Angela Wilson was a powerful and influential woman, and Sophia knew better than to mess with her. She was her boss, and Sophia respected her authority.

"What were you thinking, Sophia?" Angela asked, her voice firm but controlled. "You know better than to mess with someone who has connections to me."

Sophia took a deep breath and tried to explain herself, but she knew she was in trouble. She had let her desire for Liam cloud her judgment, and now she had to face the consequences.