Semua Bab The Mafia's Substitute Bride: Bab 191 - Bab 200

It took Leonardo a few seconds to snap out of the shock. But when he heard the sound of the suitcase wheels dragging across the marble floor, something inside him snapped.He sprinted down the hall after her, heart pounding, panic rising with every step.“Sofia!” he called out.She didn’t stop. Her back was rigid, her pace furious, and the suitcase rattled behind her like a warning.Leonardo caught up to her and reached out, grabbing her wrist.“Please,” he whispered, breathless, “don’t go.”“Let go of me!” Sofia hissed, twisting her arm to break free. Her eyes were blazing, her voice sharp with fury.“Just—just give me a chance to explain,” he begged, his voice cracked and desperate.“Save it,” she snapped, yanking her arm again. But his grip held firm.“It’s not what you think, angel,” he said softly, trying to meet her eyes.She laughed bitterly. “I’m not blind, Leonardo. Or stupid.” Her voice was sharp with betrayal. “Now let me go. You finally have the chance to be with the woman

Sofia’s eyes welled up, but she blinked the tears away before they could fall. She turned her gaze toward the window, her voice barely above a whisper.“I know… but not like this. Don’t drag it through the dirt,” she said softly. “Let’s keep it clean—for my children’s sake, and for my family. I don’t want them to suffer because of me… or because of our separation.”She was not protecting him. She was protecting the father of her children. She was protecting the man she once believed in with everything she had. She was not going to be the reason his children hate him.Enrico had no words. He looked at her—this elegant, broken woman sitting before him—conflicted, silent, and fierce in her dignity. He gave a small, slow nod.“All right,” he said quietly. “We’ll file for separation under irreconcilable differences. It will take longer, and we may face court resistance… but we’ll do it your way.”Sofia nodded, her jaw clenched.As Enrico began typing into his computer, she wrapped her arms

The words left his mouth as though they were the most casual conversation between two people who hadn’t just torn each other apart. But his voice carried a depth of longing that cracked at the edges.Sofia looked up at him, stunned, disbelieving.“That house,” Leonardo continued, eyes locked on hers, “isn’t home without you… and the children. I can’t live there anymore. It feels hollow.”“Leonardo, we’re divorced,” she reminded him, her voice straining to sound firm. “You need to let go.”Leonardo let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration.“Fine,” he said, a bitter edge in his tone. “If you don’t want to come back… then let me move into your palace. Because there’s no way I can live without you.”“Stop doing that, Leonardo,” Sofia snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. Her watery eyes met his. “You signed the divorce papers and—”Leonardo interrupted, stepping forward, his voice thick with emotion. “You wanted me to sign them, angel. It’s not like

The steady beeping of the monitors echoed softly in the sterile room, mingling with the sharp scent of disinfectant and lingering traces of antiseptics. Leonardo stirred, his body screaming in protest at the smallest movement. Pain pulsed through every muscle, but the heavy weight in his chest wasn’t just from his injuries.With great effort, he forced his eyes open. The bright hospital lights stung, making him squint. Bandages wrapped tightly around his torso and shoulder, IV lines snaked from his arm, and his breathing was shallow. But none of it mattered.His first thought wasn’t about the pain or the near-death experience. It was about her.“Where is Sofia?” he growled, his voice hoarse but still sharp, commanding, even now.The sound of his voice—raw and edged with panic—was enough to draw Domenico rushing to his bedside.“Thank God, Leonardo. You’re awake,” Domenico breathed, his tense features finally relaxing after hours of fear and waiting. “We were beginning to fear the worst

Leonardo had tracked his wife, following the faintest leads, shaking down anyone who might know something. When he finally located her, he didn’t hesitate.The door splintered under his weight as he rammed through, gun raised, breathing hard from the chase. But he froze at the sight inside.Sofia was on the floor, her hands and ankles bound tightly with rough rope, her face pale, bruised, terrified. And standing between them was Ava, her eyes wild, her hand trembling as she aimed a pistol—now pulled from her handbag, directly at Sofia's head.Sofia’s eyes filled with hope the moment she saw Leonardo. Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. “Leonardo… save our baby.” It was the only fear in her heart.“Sofia,” Leonardo breathed, his heart clenching. He rushed to her side, everything else fading away.“Don’t come any closer!” Ava barked, the gun jerking slightly in her grip.Leonardo stopped instantly, raising one hand while keeping the other on his weapon. His voice dropped low