All Chapters of The DON's Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia's point of view.Two Days Later – The Governor’s PartyI stood at the entrance, waiting for William to finish parking the car. "Why isn’t there a damn valet in this place?" a voice I knew too well yelled from the corner. I tried to focus on the entrance, adjusting my stance to let them pass and pretending I didn’t see them. Then, I felt someone behind me. "Is this who I think it is?" Her annoyingly squeaky voice came from behind me. I turned sharply, my eyes narrowing. "Ava." I sighed, her name leaving my mouth like a bitter pill. Her betrayal was far worse than John’s because, with her, I’d actually thought we were friends. Her smirk was as smug as ever, like she hadn’t tried to kill me the last time we met. "Sophia," she drawled, leaning in like we were old friends. "John told me you were still alive." Her whisper sent shivers down my spine. If I wasn’t in an expensive gown, I’d have shoved her to the ground and wiped that smirk off her face. "Unfortunately for

Note: this chapter is written in third person for a wider perspective: Sophia's face curved into a frown. “I am serious, William,” she said firmly. She had a feeling William—no, Victor—was toying with her. “Fine,” Victor finally admitted, his voice taking on a more serious edge. “I told the governor to check his son. I noticed how uncomfortable his hands made you.” Sophia took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I appreciate your concern, but I wish you had let me handle it myself,” she said, her voice carrying her frustration. “The last thing I need is the governor getting upset right before I pitch the company.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the table where the governor and Marcus now sat. “I’m sure the governor is well aware of the kind of son he has,” Victor replied, his tone calm almost non challant. “Marcus is a ladies’ man who doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s not as charming as he likes to seem.” Victor explained, not adding the fact that Marcus had a history of

Sophia's point of view “Get down!” William’s voice roared behind me, breaking through the fog of terror. Time slowed. The man’s finger twitched on the trigger. I dropped to the ground just as a deafening crack shattered the night. The bullet zipped past me, so close I could feel its heat. I stayed down, hearing the sound of gunshots as chaos erupted. Tires screeched. Doors slammed. Another shot rang out, and I crawled behind a nearby car, my heart hammering in my chest. “Stay down, Sophia!” William shouted. I turned to see him standing outside the Audi, his own gun drawn. He fired twice, forcing the men to retreat into their car. “Sophia, move!” William yelled, sprinting toward me. I scrambled to my feet, but the car was closing in too fast. Just as I braced for impact, William tackled me, throwing us both to the side. We hit the pavement hard, pain exploding in my shoulder, but the car missed us by inches. “What’s going on?” Security guards began to rush out with their

Sophia's point of view; "I agree with Arnold. We never should have gone along with this," James said dismissively. "It’s ridiculous to hand over the company to someone just because they landed one deal when John and Maxwell have secured several." My breath hitched. I stared at them, shocked and disappointed, anger bubbling beneath my skin as I glared at both men. I had expected resistance, but the sheer hypocrisy stung. They had only agreed to this because they were certain John would win. Now that the outcome wasn’t in their favor, they wanted to rewrite the rules. My hands curled into fists beneath the table. I forced myself to take a deep, steadying breath, but the frustration still tightened around my chest. Then, I felt William lean in. His voice was low, firm. “Ask them to take a vote.” I hesitated, my heart pounding. “What?” I turned to him, searching his face. He looked completely sure of himself, as if he already knew how this would play out. "Are you sure?" I whis

Third person narrative; "I'm sorry, sir, but your card has been declined," the receptionist said, handing the card back to John. John's eyes narrowed as he snatched it from her, flipping it over as if staring at it long enough would change the outcome. With a sharp inhale, he shoved it back into his wallet and turned to his father, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "She cleaned us out." Sophia had done more than freeze their official accounts—somehow, she had drained every last cent from their personal ones too. "That bitch," Maxwell Smith growled, rubbing his temples before turning to his wife, Rose, who stood stiffly in the corner, guarding their hastily packed boxes like a soldier protecting the remnants of a fallen empire. "Do you have any money?" he barked, extending a hand toward her as if the mere act of reaching out would summon cash into his palm. Rose scoffed, shaking her head. "Thirty years, Maxwell. Thirty years, and you've never given me a single cent