Chapter 1 Who’s Sophia ?
People see soft life and think it came easy.
The designer bags. The expensive perfumes. The late-night dinners. The pretty pictures posted with captions pretending everything is perfect.
But nobody ever asks what a girl had to survive before she started living softly. Sophia stared at herself through the salon mirror while brushing down the edges of her wig. Her face looked calm, but her mind never was.
“Fine girl, why your face come serious like this?” Her friend laughed.
Sophia forced a smile.
If only people knew.
Growing up, peace was something she only saw in movies. Her childhood was filled with shouting, pain, misunderstandings and brothers who treated anger like love. She learned very early how to defend herself, how to hide tears and how to act strong even when she was breaking inside.
Her father was alive… but never truly present.
And somehow, that hurt more.
School became another battlefield. Teachers called her stubborn. Neighbors called her troublesome. People always had something to say about Sophia without ever asking why she behaved the way she did.
Nobody knew she was simply trying to survive.
At SS2, she stopped going to school completely. Not because she was dull. Not because she had given up on life.
She was just tired.
Tired of struggling.
Tired of feeling unwanted.
Tired of pretending everything was okay.
Cake making became her escape.
At first, it was just something to keep her busy. But slowly, Sophia became good. Very good. Clients started requesting for cakes specifically. People liked her energy, her confidence, the way she carried herself like someone destined for more.
And maybe she was.
Because deep down, Sophia had made a promise to herself:
One day, she would become successful enough to never beg life for happiness again.
.Sophia had not grown up in softness.
Life had introduced her early to the kind of reality that didn’t leave space for too many dreams. Her childhood had been shaped by lessons she never asked for — lessons about patience, silence, and learning to keep going even when things did not feel fair.
She had learned, very early, that life did not always give gently.
Still, she had survived it.
And somewhere along the way, she had become the kind of girl people described without fully understanding — soft on the outside, but built from things that were anything but soft.
Sophia had smiled through a lot.
Not because everything was fine, but because she had learned how to hide what wasn’t.
By the time she got into university — 100 level — she was already carrying a version of herself that had been shaped by everything she had been through. She was trying to build a new life now, one that looked lighter, freer, more “soft life” than what she had known before.
But even new beginnings do not erase old memories.
Sometimes, they just teach you how to live beside them.
Sophia had started adjusting to this new phase of her life — meeting new people, learning independence, trying to believe that things could be different from what she was used to.
She wanted peace.
She wanted ease.
She wanted a life that didn’t always feel like a struggle.
But healing does not arrive all at once.
It comes slowly, in pieces, and often through people you never expected.
And that was how everything changed.
It happened on a night that looked ordinary at first — one of those nights where nothing seems important until it suddenly becomes something you never forget.
That was when Wegan first reached out to sophia after getting her number from his younger brother, Casper… although Sophia never really replied to his messages. But he wasnt the type to give up…
