A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Sophie recalled the night she had knelt in the private room for hours, only to leave the hotel the next morning with a swollen face. The memory made her flush with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails

seemed to dig into her palms.noveldrama

"Sierra, you're just jealous of me. Jealous of how well Benson treats me."

"What happens between you and him has nothing to do with me." Sierra's voice stayed calm and indifferent, as if Sophie's words didn't affect her at all.

Sophie let out a mocking laugh, convinced Sierra was just putting up a front. "Give it a rest, Sierra. If you really didn't care, you wouldn't have broken up with Benson in the first place."

"I broke up with him because he changed because he didn't respect me. And if he truly loved you, he wouldn't be having Reagan send me flowers and gifts every day, begging me to take him back."

At the mention of Benson trying to reconcile with Sierra, Sophie paled. She gritted her teeth, lowered her head slightly, and her eyes burned with suppressed hatred.

After a few seconds, she spat out through gritted teeth. "Sierra, are you showing off that Benson still can't let you go?"

Sierra almost laughed in exasperation.

She meant it as a kind reminder to Sophie, but her words were completely misconstrued.

Seeing the smile on Sierra's face, Sophie thought she was mocking her. Her anger deepened. She stepped forward and warned sharply, "Sierra, don't get too full of yourself. Benson will never go back to you. Even if he still has some feelings for you now, he'll forget you sooner or later. You don't know this, do you? We've been together more than once. Every night when we're having sex, it's my name he calls. I'm sure that one day, his heart will belong to me alone."

Her eyes gleamed with pride and defiance. Once again, she brazenly flaunted her intimate relationship with Benson.

Sierra listened with an extremely calm expression.

Perhaps it was her old-fashioned mindset, but she couldn't understand why

Sophie would speak so openly about such things.

Sierra valued her body and treated matters like this with great care.

Even after three years of dating Benson, she had never given herself to him. He

had dropped numerous hints, but she always refused.

She believed that if Benson truly loved her, he would wait until after marriage.

Over the years, they had never crossed that line because of her resolve. While he never forced her, he made his displeasure clear. He gave her the cold shoulder several times and even called her boring and old-fashioned in front of his friends.

"Sierra, you've never been with Benson, have you? All these years, and he never

wanted to touch you. That just shows you have no appeal to him."

Sophie, noticing Sierra's innocence, smirked mockingly. Her eyes filled with disdain and triumph.

Sierra frowned slightly but remained composed as she looked at Sophie. "Why should my worth or appeal bę determined by whether a man

desires me? Is catering to men net

desires something to be proud of?

I'm grateful for the care and respect I've always had for my own body. My body has never been a tool to please men.

Her eyes radiated with confidence and composure. Her demeanor, as graceful as

an orchid, exuded a serene yet powerful presence.

Sophie's expression stiffened. Meeting Sierra's gaze, she felt a sudden, unexplainable sense of shame.

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with jealousy as she stared at Sierra'sz beautiful face. She said with a hint of bitterness, "Sierra, stop pretending. You used to fawn over Benson too, didn't you?"