บททั้งหมดของ Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sophia’s POV“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Sophia, happy birthday to you…”My father sang off-key, clapping his hands with a wide grin, the flickering light from the candle casting shadows on the walls. The mini cake sat on the chipped wooden table between us, one of its corners already caving in under the weight of too much icing.I smiled — a real, unforced one. It had been years since he remembered. Three years, at least. The ups and downs had buried the idea of birthdays under unpaid bills and long nights in the hospital. But for a fleeting moment, I felt like a child again.“Go on, make a wish,” he said, beaming, his eyes crinkled with pride. His shirt was two sizes too large, his frame thinner than it used to be. Life had drained the color from him — from all of us.I closed my eyes. I wish Mom gets better. I wish Dad finds peace. I wish I didn’t have to carry the world on my back anymore.Then—Knock. Knock.The sound was firm. Demanding.I

Sophia's POV "Hey, is no one inside?" Nurse Maria asked as she pushed the door open with her elbow, balancing a hospital tray loaded with medical supplies. The door creaked as it swung wider. Nurse Maria stepped in, her familiar white sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished linoleum floor. The tray she carried held my mom's next injection, a fresh drip bag, and a few antiseptic wipes, bandages, and cotton wool. "Hi," I greeted, straightening from my seat near the bed. "I came by earlier, but one of your colleagues said you were attending to a patient." She chuckled lightly as she set the tray on the metal side table and adjusted the drip stand with practiced ease. "I was. Sorry for keeping you waiting. How are you doing today?" I walked toward her slowly, the tension of the day weighing on my shoulders. "I wasn't in the best of moods, but…" I allowed a gentle smile to bloom across my face, the memory of Mom’s voice still ringing in my ears, "my mom spoke to me today. I g

"Leonard, let go of my daughter." Dad's voice came from behind, calm, too calm. No trace of anger, just quiet authority. Leonard let go of me immediately. No hesitation. His eyes flickered as he stepped back, sliding his hands into his pockets like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just cornered me. Like this wasn’t chaos unfolding. His guards stirred, but Leonard gave them a single glance—a silent command. They froze. I rushed to Dad and grabbed his hand, my heart racing. "Dad, it's nothing. I swear. Where have you been? I thought you were at the reception?" I blurted, trying to sound casual, trying to dismiss whatever conclusion he might have jumped to. Leonard didn't flinch. "I think it's time you explain to your daughter, my friend." I turned to glare at him. My hands clenched. The fury boiling inside me could light a city. I wanted to claw out his eyes. Dad’s tone changed—pleading. "Leo, my daughter is still a child." "What's going on here?" I tugged at my father’s arm

Sophia's POV “What the hell are you doing here?”Leonard’s voice thundered above the bass-heavy music. He stormed toward me like a wave crashing onto shore—rage twisting his features, his steps quick and calculated. I barely had time to set my glass down before he reached me. No, scratch that—he didn’t let me. He snatched the glass of wine from my hand and shoved it onto the nearest table with a sharp clink.Then his fingers clamped around my wrist, tight and unrelenting, and he yanked me closer.“I asked you a question!” he seethed. His face was inches from mine now, his breath hot and sharp with fury. The low lighting of the bar flashed across his face, illuminating the cold fire in his eyes.“I came looking for you,” I managed to say, though my throat was tight.His expression twisted further. He glanced down, his gaze traveling to the short hem of my dress that barely covered my thighs. His eyes darkened, not with desire, but with something more dangerous—possession. “And what i

Sophia’s POV “Come, let’s get you to your room,” Grace said, her voice a little too sweet, like honey masking venom. The other maids behind her giggled, sharing mischievous glances. The post-wedding party roared on downstairs—laughter, clinking of wine glasses, and music vibrating off the marble floors. The chandeliers sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a warm glow over women dressed in glittering gowns and men in polished tuxedos. Couples swayed gently on the dance floor while others toasted near the grand buffet. It was a picture-perfect celebration, but all I could feel was a storm brewing in my chest. “No, I’m okay. I want to stay here for a while,” I replied, hoping to delay the inevitable. Grace didn’t take no for an answer. She grabbed my wrist—not harshly, but with firmness. “Girl, this is your wedding night. You must prove your worth to Sir Leonard.” “But…” “There’s no buts,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. “You can’t deny your husband your body. Let’s go.” She pulled