All Chapters of Chasing Sofia : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SOFIAI wasn’t sure this was a great idea but when I stood in front of the cottage, I knew I just had to go in. There was no going back.We were out very early and I called in Susan that I wouldn't be around for the day’s work. She went ahead to tease me, “oh dear, Cinderella, what is happening between you and the prince?”I had managed to laugh, I needed it. The discovery I found out was still fresh in my mind and I found it so hard to believe. I just couldn’t believe what I had seen, what I had watched. It was all too much to take in and a little smile would at least bring me out of the world I had discovered I was into. “The prince and I have nowhere to go except to work, so don’t you dare to think about whatever you are thinking.”Susan giggled then she said, “Whatever you say, Cinderella. I am just waiting for the time you’ll be my boss’s wife. It would be a great honour to serve you, your highness. Have a great day.” With what she said, I laughed so hard and just hung up. Damn

ALEXWhat was I supposed to think or say?At that moment she snatched her hands from me, I had felt my world crumbling. I wasn’t sure what to think or what to say. I just know I was about to lose a great deal of what matters to me.But wait, this isn’t ought to be at all, it shouldn’t be because I was not supposed to feel any remorse, I wasn’t supposed to apologize, this was supposed to be the part where I change it all and become the dominant. This was the part where I was supposed to pull out my gun and drag her back to the cottage then use her as a pawn to get my father to do what I wanted; and that was getting the Crow Cartel. Now that I know he wasn’t even the initial owner of the cartel, I could use Sofia as my weapon to fight with Blake Crow. But no, I didn’t do that. As the son of Blake Crow, I didn’t do that, instead, I told her I was Alexander Crow and was the son of the man that murdered her parents and I even told her I was sorry and that I didn’t know that it was Blake w

ALEXEvery waking day was hell for me. She was gone and I was here, not sure how to confront her. What was I going to say? How would I explain to her that I knew nothing about the fact that my own father killed her parents?And that notion wasn’t even cleared. My father keeps swearing to me that he didn’t kill them. I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. The evidence points to him as the killer yet he was hell bent on the notion “I didn’t kill them.” But what if he was right after all? But then, the Griffin gave my father the cartel even before Anthony was born, that means they didn't really do much of atrocities. And if they did, it would come from Sofia mother’s side, since the cartel originated from her maternal side.Her parents probably made more enemies than friends and my father was the only one cunny enough to take away what mattered to them mostly. I took a deep breath as I decided to do something about this. I needed to explain some things to her, I needed to redeem mysel

ALEXSofia's eyes met mine and then her sister’s, “who sent you to kill me, OIivia? I am your sister! Just why? Even if you were sent to kill me, how could you do that?”I watched them both, expecting an answer also to solve my own worries. Olivia gave her sister a look that says she absolutely hates her existence, the look was just too eerie to be given to someone who was related to you. I looked at Sofia, her own face and eyes calm and gentle. They were two different people with the same face and different attitudes. And their meeting just made everything look so tensed . I never imagined that a simple family gathering could take such a dark turn. It made me think about what it would be like if Anthony was alive and I was trying to kill him. We would really say things that we have buried deep in our minds and end up killing ourselves. Sofia’s innocent question got her sister laughing. I could hardly process the words leaving Olivia's mouth - words filled with hatred and a desir

SOFIA I listened to every bit of what my dear sister was saying. It was unbelievable but it was true, she was right and I hated myself for accepting that she was right. Still, she shouldn’t have killed our parents. “Justice isn't always black and white. These were lives destroyed, families shattered. Our parents were masters of deception. They had their chains in the law system and never would they be arrested. I couldn't let them continue their reign of darkness unchecked.”I wanted to argue, to find a flicker of hope amidst the chaos, but deep down, I understood her anguish. The magnitude of our parents' crimes weighed heavily upon my soul, and the mere thought of them walking free sent shivers down my spine. I watched the video and I was so sure it wasn’t their first. With what I heard, I knew I would never be the same, I had been entangled in a web woven with lies, betrayal, and bloodshed. The realisation that justice had been served sent a chill through my veins. But then, wa