"Carlo, just get out of this matter. I will explain everything to you when I come home. At this time, you just go away from here. Let me handle this," Emma pleaded, her panic evident in her voice. Leonardo couldn't help but notice the sudden change in her demeanor – the same woman who had threatened them moments ago now seemed terrified. "No, Emma, we have to solve this right now. Just leave Sofia. We will talk about it and put the gun down. Where the hell did you get this gun?" Carlo's voice carried a mix of concern and frustration as he confronted his wife. Leonardo realized that Emma must have stolen Carlo's gun. The revelation further cemented his belief in the depths of her evil nature. He couldn't comprehend how someone could be so selfish and heartless, not even sparing a thought for her husband's feelings or safety. "Don't give me your lecture, Carlo. I am not in the mood to listen to any of your nonsense. I know that Sofia is your daughter from Lucia, and I hate her for tha
Sofia's heart ached, her emotions conflicting as she fought against feeling anything for the people who had never cared for her. But family ties ran deep, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't deny the pain she saw in her father's eyes. Carlo cried inconsolably, clutching Emma's lifeless body tightly against him. Tears streamed down his face, his cheeks glistening with sorrow, and his body trembled as he silently wept.Sofia turned her teary eyes toward Leonardo, seeking support and understanding. He gently unwrapped his arm from around her, gesturing for her to go to her father. Slowly, she approached Carlo, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation. She had never been in a position to comfort anyone before, let alone her own father. This tragedy was partly due to her own past, and she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.With trembling hands, she placed one on her father's shoulder. Carlo turned his head toward her, his eyes red and filled with tears. "Dad," Sofia whisp
Amidst the awe-inspiring surroundings, Sofia's eyes instantly locked on Leonardo, her soon-to-be husband. He stood tall, exuding confidence and elegance in his black three-piece suit. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his striking appearance. Her mind playfully wandered into a realm of desire, appreciating every inch of his perfectly sculpted frame."Get a grip, girl," she scolded herself internally, blushing at her perverted thoughts about her future husband. This was her wedding day, after all.As Sofia walked toward the stage, her eyes remained fixated on Leonardo, unable to tear her gaze away. He was the center of her universe, and today, he would become her partner for eternity. Her father, Carlo, let go of her hand when Leonardo extended his, gracefully asking for hers. Her heart swelled with joy as she slipped her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his touch, comforting and reassuring.Leonardo guided her up the small step to the platform where he stood, and she felt a
After a delectable dinner at their wedding reception, Sofia and Leonardo eagerly departed for the surprise Domenico had meticulously planned for them. Domenico, being Leonardo's best friend, knew him inside out, and his mischievous nature hinted at something unforgettable awaiting the newlyweds. Leonardo's curiosity bubbled as he wondered what Domenico had prepared to make their wedding night truly special.As they arrived at the 7-star hotel, which happened to be one of Leonardo's properties, the anticipation only grew. Domenico had booked the most luxurious honeymoon suite, ensuring that every detail was perfect for the couple.Stepping into the room, Sofia and Leonardo were immediately captivated by the breathtaking sight that unfolded before them. The suite was exquisitely decorated, setting a romantic and intimate ambiance. Scented candles were meticulously placed, casting a soft, flickering glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of rose petals that
FIVE YEARS LATERThe Morelli mansion was adorned with elegance and splendor, as today was a day of double celebration. Sofia and Leonardo's son, Vincenzo Morelli aka Vin, turned five years old, and it also marked the first anniversary of Sofia's successful food chain business. The air buzzed with excitement and joy, filling every corner of the mansion.Sofia and Leonardo were blessed with another bundle of joy, a daughter they named Lucia Morelli, in loving memory of Sofia's late mother. As they looked at their beautiful children, Sofia's heart swelled with love and gratitude, amazed at how her life had unfolded into a perfect family with a loving and caring husband and two adorable kids.Leonardo couldn't hide his pride and joy as he gushed over Sofia's accomplishments in the culinary world. She had earned her culinary arts degree from the finest school in Italy and had been passionately pursuing her dream of establishing her name in the restaurant chain business. The party was not on
The small corner of the room was adorned with flickering candles, casting a warm glow over the neatly arranged dishes on the dining table. The aroma of freshly cooked food lingered in the air, promising a delicious meal. Sofia, dressed in an elegant lilac dress that hugged her curves perfectly, waited anxiously for her husband to return. She had given the evening off to all the servants, and her in-laws had kindly agreed to look after the children, allowing her and Leonardo a rare evening alone. After all, it was their sixth anniversary.As the minutes ticked by, Sofia’s excitement began to wane. The once-vibrant candles had melted down to stubs, their flames flickering faintly. The food, once steaming hot, had gone cold—just like the anticipation in her heart. With a heavy sigh, she reached out to extinguish the remaining candles, resigning herself to a night of disappointment. Just as her fingers brushed the wick, the front door creaked open, and Leonardo’s familiar silhouette appear
Leonardo smirked as he noticed the anger on his wife’s face. Sofia averted her gaze, pretending to be asleep, but he wasn’t fooled. Closing the door softly, he walked over to her and leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of her ear.“You can’t deceive me, baby girl,” he whispered.Sofia’s eyes flew open at the sensation, but her annoyance flared stronger. She pushed him away without hesitation.“Why did you come back so early?” she snapped bitterly. “You should’ve spent more time with Ava!”Leonardo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Baby, she’s just my childhood friend. You don’t need to be jealous of her. You’re my wife.”“Wow! You realized that very soon,” Sofia shot back, sitting up with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Did you even remember it was our wedding anniversary? Or did she help you forget that too?” Her voice wavered as unshed tears pooled in her eyes, the sting of disappointment cutting deep.Leonardo sat beside her, his gaze softening as he reached out t
“What brings you here this morning, Domenico?” Leonardo asked, frowning as he descended the stairs, still dressed in his night robe. He had woken up that morning to find his wife already gone from their room. Missing her warmth, he made his way downstairs, only to discover his entire family seated at the breakfast table—with Domenico casually enjoying breakfast with them. Ava was also present, her eyes lighting up the moment she spotted Leonardo.“Good morning, Leo,” she greeted him with a sensual smile that lingered a bit too long.“Morning, Ava,” Leonardo replied, his gaze sweeping over the table as he searched for his wife. “How did you sleep?” he asked mindlessly.“Oh, I slept well,” Ava answered, her smile turning softer. But Leonardo wasn’t paying attention. His eyes had found their prize—Sofia, standing near the table with a tray in her hands, gracefully serving breakfast. The morning light caught her features, making her look even more radiant in his eyes. For a moment, Leonard
“You’re not telling her anything,” Domenico added, his tone less of a suggestion and more of a command. “She’ll be broken, Leo. She’ll never be the same after this—and neither will your marriage. You can’t do that to her.”His voice cracked slightly, frustration and desperation laced in every word.“I can’t watch her fall apart,” Domenico continued, his eyes pleading. “You know how much her self-respect means to her. She’s strong, but this… this would destroy her.”Leonardo looked away, guilt tightening his chest. “But… what if she finds out?”Domenico didn’t hesitate. “How?” he snapped, stepping forward. “How the hell is she going t
Leonardo didn’t answer. Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt, yanked the car door open, and stepped out without a word.“Where are you going?” Domenico frowned, confused.Sighing, he unfastened his own seatbelt, turned off the engine, and pushed the door open. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes instantly locking on Leonardo.The mafia king was pacing slowly, hands in his pockets, head low. The road was nearly deserted—just the occasional car speeding by. Above them, the night sky was star-scattered and dark, the moon absent. Street lamps cast pale yellow pools of light on the sidewalk, flickering faintly. It was quiet, almost eerily so.“What’s going on, Leonardo?” Domenico pressed, his voice taut with tension. Panic had begun creeping up his spine ever since Leonardo had admitted he’d done something that could break Sofia’s heart.Leonardo stopped pacing. He looked out at the road like he was hoping it would swallow him whole.After a heavy silence, he finally muttered, “I slep
Domenico drove like a man possessed, the tires screeching against the asphalt as he pulled into the clinic’s private entrance. The second the car stopped, medics were already rushing out. Leonardo had called ahead.Leonardo barely got out of the car before two nurses approached with a stretcher for Rusty, who was unconscious and pale from blood loss. Domenico helped them load him onto it, his jaw tight as he watched his injured man disappear behind hospital doors.Leonardo winced as he clutched his shoulder, blood still seeping through his shirt. A nurse tried to usher him inside, but he waved her off.“Get Rusty stable. That’s the priority,” he muttered.“You both need care,” she insisted.“I said, treat him first.”Domenico rolled his eyes. “For once, don’t be a stubborn bastard.”Eventually, the Italian don allowed them to clean and dress the wound—nothing deep, but enough to sting and tear the fabric of his day. The bullet had grazed him, but the tension in the room made it feel d
The musty air inside the warehouse was thick with dust and diesel fumes. Shafts of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the rusted ceiling, cutting across crates of firearms marked with foreign stamps. Leonardo adjusted the cuffs of his black linen shirt, stepping around a crate with slow, measured confidence.Domenico stood at his side, expression unreadable, arms crossed, and a Glock holstered beneath his leather jacket.Anthony Gonsalvis lit a cheap cigar and grinned, the oily kind of grin Leonardo had always distrusted. “Everything's here, Don Morelli,” Anthony said, waving a hand toward the open crates. “Fresh stock. No serials, no loose ends. Clean work.”Leonardo gave him a long, quiet stare. “I don’t give a damn about the wrapping, Anthony. What’s the price?”Numbers were exchanged, fake smiles offered. Domenico crouched beside a crate, pulling out a semi-automatic and inspecting the chamber. Everything seemed legit—too legit.Then came the sound.A sharp whistle. Tires scre
The soft rustling of the curtains filled the quiet bedroom as the moonlight streamed in through the open windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. The night air was cool and still, carrying with it a sense of calm that the couple hadn’t felt in days. Dinner had been quiet, filled with concerned glances from Leonardo’s parents and affectionate giggles from their children, Vincenzo and Lucia. But now, in the sanctuary of their room, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions.Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers over the blanket absentmindedly. Leonardo stood by the door for a moment, watching her. She looked fragile in the dim light, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.He finally walked toward her, kneeling in front of her like a man seeking redemption.“I owe you an apology,” he said softly. “Not just for last night, but for all the times I let my anger win. For making you feel like y
When Leonardo finally arrived home in his disheveled state, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, he found Sofia waiting for him near the front door. Her phone trembled in her tight grip, and the moment she saw him, she shot to her feet, rushing toward him.She threw herself into his arms, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you the whole night, Leonardo?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Who does this to his pregnant wife after a small fight, huh?”Her sobs echoed in the hallway as she pressed her face against his chest. Leonardo’s heart shattered at the sound of her pain. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though he could shield her from everything—including himself.“I’m sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “It won’t ever happen again. I swear.”Sofia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his stormy grey eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. Her voice was soft, but the words st
Leonardo stared at Ava, his heart sinking with helplessness. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The reality of his marriage, his love for Sofia, stood like an immovable wall between them. No—he loved Sofia, more than words could ever express, and the mere thought of betraying her, even if he didn’t remember every detail of the night, made him feel like a criminal.God, what have I done?He turned his gaze away, guilt consuming every corner of his mind. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pulled around her like a fragile veil, watching him with eyes full of something that looked like hope. But staying here any longer would only be a bigger mistake. Whatever happened last night—it shouldn’t have.“I have to go,” Leonardo muttered, already stepping toward the door.His hand had just touched the knob when a trembling voice froze him in place. “Leo…” Ava whispered, her voice broken. “I’m very alone.”He stood still, his back to her. The image of Sofia’s face flashe
Ava reached out, her fingers tracing lightly along Leonardo’s chest as she whispered soft, seductive words into his ear. But even in his dazed state, his reaction was immediate and fierce—he jerked away, his eyes clouded and nearly closed, yet his actions were furious as he shoved her hand aside with surprising strength.“Ouch,” she muttered, stunned more by the rejection than the force. His body was firm, solid like carved marble, and every part of her ached with longing. She had dreamed of this moment for years, and now that he was here—in her home, in her bed—she couldn't accept defeat.But it was clear: he wasn’t yielding.Frustrated, Ava stepped back and signaled her driver, who had been waiting just outside the door. Without exchanging a word, he entered the room and silently helped her undress Leonardo—his limbs heavy, his consciousness fading. She administered another dose of the sedative, watching his breathing slow as the drug took effect.Only then did she dismiss the drive
Sofia didn’t want to call her—not now, not ever. It went against every ounce of pride she still had. The very idea of reaching out to her to ask about her own husband made her stomach twist with humiliation. But her instincts as a wife were louder than her ego. Something deep within her, something raw and unexplainable, told her she had to find Leonardo—and that she would do whatever it took.With a shaky breath, she tapped the name on her phone screen. The dial tone rang only twice.“Ava, hi,” she said softly as the call connected, trying to sound composed.There was a pause before Ava responded, her voice low, almost too calm. “Sofia,” she said, the way one might say the name of an unexpected guest. “What makes you call me today?”Sofia hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Um… is my husband with you?” she asked carefully, every word laced with tension.There was a sharp inhale from the other side.“Your husband? And you don’t know where he is?” Ava’s tone instantly shifted