The Mafia's Substitute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

As Leonardo and Sofia finally arrived at their car, Mark hurriedly opened the door of the back seat for them. Leonardo, with the utmost care, guided Sofia to the backseat, ensuring her comfort. He settled beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and gently pulled her closer to him. Sofia leaned her head against his chest, finding solace in his touch.Throughout the drive, Leonardo continued to stroke Sofia's hair, his fingers gliding through the soft strands. His voice, filled with tenderness and concern, whispered comforting words into her ears like a soothing melody."It's okay, Sofia," Leonardo murmured softly. "You're safe now. I've got you. They can't hurt you anymore. No one can harm you. I'll protect you with everything I have."His voice was laced with determination, a promise that he intended to keep. As he spoke, it seemed as though he was not just comforting Sofia but also reassuring himself.Sofia remained silent throughout the drive, her thoughts swirling in her

Sofia turned to him, eyes wide, her expression twisted with disbelief and betrayal. The truth hit her like a slap."So you married me for this position?" she asked, voice shaking.Leonardo exhaled, his gaze steady, though something in her tone stung more than he expected."Yes," he admitted. "At the time, I didn’t know you. I hadn’t even met you. It was an arrangement—our families, our names. That’s how I got the title."He paused, leaning closer until his breath was warm against her cheek."But it’s different now."Her brows pulled together, skeptical. "How is it different? I'm still the same girl. You're still the Mafia king."Leonardo gave her a small smile, his voice low and certain. "Yes. But now I know what matters. If I had to choose between the title and you… I'd choose you."Sofia blinked, clearly caught off guard. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks.Leonardo's eyes softened. "Can I… cuddle you? Just hold you. In the tub?"She bit her lip, then gave the tiniest nod. That was

After speaking with his father, Leonardo took care of some business calls before returning to the room. Sofia was still peacefully asleep, her innocence radiating from her face. A small glimmer of joy found its way into Leonardo's heart as he observed her serenity.Careful not to disturb her slumber, he slid under the covers and drew her closer to him, his arm encircling her delicate frame. With Sofia nestled against him, he felt a sense of solace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The comfort of her presence lulled him back into a deep sleep.Upon awakening once more, Leonardo discovered that Sofia was no longer in bed beside him. His eyebrows knitted together, and he propped himself up on his elbows, scanning the room for any sign of her. Yet, she was nowhere to be found.Concern prickled at his skin as he rose from the bed, his feet carrying him toward the bathroom. "Sofia? Are you there?" he called out, his voice filled with a tinge of worry. There was no response. He turned t

Leonardo entered like he owned the world.Dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, red tie neatly knotted, hair slicked back with precision—he was elegance and danger wrapped in one. His sharp gaze locked onto Sofia, scanning her from head to toe.He didn’t speak at first. Just stared. Then, finally:“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, voice smooth, teasing. “I was looking for my wife. I left her here a while ago. Have you seen her?”Sofia blinked, confused—until she realized he was joking. Leonardo Morelli has a sense of humor? That was unexpected.She played along. “Your wife? Hmm. Must be mistaken. I’ve been here the whole time.” She tilted her head, pretending to pose. “Do I not look like her?”Leonardo stepped in, closing the space between them. His hands found her waist.“You want the truth?” he murmured. “You look... devastating.”Heat bloomed in her cheeks, but before she could reply, a knock cut through the moment.“Boss, the car’s ready,” Mark called from outside.Leonardo gav

Sofia stood frozen, heart pounding, face drained of color. She had seen enough. Leonardo — her husband in name only — was here, holding Evelyn close. The tenderness he showed her moments ago felt like a lie now, shattered by this scene.Evelyn’s victorious smirk cut through the air as her eyes locked on Sofia. She savored the moment, the clear winner in a game Sofia never agreed to play.“Sofia!” Leonardo’s voice cracked with regret, but Sofia had no patience left for excuses.Without a word, she turned sharply and hurried away, the gala’s noise blurring into a distant hum. Tears pricked her eyes, but she wiped them fiercely, refusing to show weakness.She pushed through the crowd, her gown brushing against guests, but she didn’t slow. The lavish event transformed into a prison with every step.Behind her, Leonardo’s voice called out again, “Sofia, wait! Please, listen!”She didn’t stop. But he matched her pace, grabbing her hand and spinning her around.Sofia jerked free, anger blazi