All Chapters of Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

21 Chapters

Prologue

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

Last Updated : 2025-05-11

Chapter One: Rain and Ruin

Sophia’s POV The rain poured down heavily, accompanied by flashes of lightning and mumbling thunder. I stood at the hospital window, watching it fall with hypnotic rhythm. Despite the gray skies and the cold wind creeping through the cracks of the old windowpane, there was something oddly peaceful about it. The droplets raced down the glass like tiny rivers, their chaotic descent matching the turmoil inside me. Yet, somehow, the sound was calming — as if the heavens knew my pain and wept with me. I pressed my forehead gently to the glass and let my eyes close for a moment, allowing myself to believe the rain was washing away my pain — the pain of watching my mother wither away, the pain of counting coins for pills, the pain of pretending I wasn’t falling apart. “Sophia, you’ll catch a cold,” came a soft, familiar voice from behind me. I turned quickly. “Mom!” I hurried toward her. Her voice was weak, yet her smile remained the same — tender and bright like the first morning sun

Last Updated : 2025-05-11

Chapter Two: When prayers Whisper Back

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

Last Updated : 2025-05-12

Chapter Three - Deals in the Dark

Sophia’s POV"I heard someone is looking for me?" I asked the nurse over the entrance counter as I rushed to her, nearly out of breath.She looked up from her paperwork, blinking as if I’d startled her. “Who are you, please?”"I'm Sophia Jenkins,” I replied quickly, my voice shaking as I stuttered, placing a palm to my chest in desperation, trying to breathe through the swirl of panic and adrenaline. “I’m the patient’s daughter… at room 301. I... I—”She narrowed her eyes — not with suspicion, but with a sort of what’s with this girl? kind of look. The kind that made me feel instantly smaller, like I didn’t belong in such urgency.“We heard that someone paid Ava Jenkins’s surgery fee,” Maria interjected, stepping beside me. Her calm voice cut through my chaos like a grounding force. “We wanted to confirm that.”The nurse nodded slightly and flipped open a large file with smooth, practiced fingers. The pages whispered like secrets as she skimmed through them, then paused.“Ohh! Yes. He

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

Chapter Four: Bound by Secrets

"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

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

Chapter Five: The Look that froze me

Sophia's POV Three Days Later “Knock knock,” Dad said, gently pushing the door open with his shoulder. His hands trembled slightly as he balanced a tray of tea and buttered bread. I didn’t respond. I hadn’t responded in days. Since the moment I learned the truth — that I had been offered like some token, bartered away to a man I barely remembered — I had barely moved. Just lying on my side, the same spot on my pillow still damp from tears that refused to stop falling. Dad set the tray down on the little table by the window. The scent of warm bread filled the room, but it only made my stomach churn. He sat beside me on the bed, his weight barely dipping the mattress. “Sophia,” he said softly, “you haven’t eaten in three days.” I turned my face toward the wall, away from him. Silence was easier than rage. He rubbed his fingers together — a nervous habit he’d had since I was a child. Guilt. He was swimming in it, but I didn’t care. It couldn’t undo what he had done. “I’m so sorr

Last Updated : 2025-05-15

Chapter Six: The king's Trap

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

Last Updated : 2025-05-16

Chapter Seven: Wedding Vows and Warnings

Sophia's POV One Week Later “I can’t believe I’m getting married to Leonard,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible as I sat in front of the wide dressing mirror in my bridal suite. Three maids moved around me like clockwork, adorning me like I was some kind of porcelain princess. Layers of silk, gold-threaded lace, and pearls clung to my frame. My makeup was flawless. My hair pinned into soft waves with diamond-studded clips. To the world, I must have looked like a dream. But inside, I was wilting. I had signed the contract one week ago, the morning I woke up in this house. It wasn’t a romantic proposal. It was business—a silent transaction sealed with guilt. For my mum’s sake, for her surgery and a life without medical debts, I had sealed my fate. Leonard had promised to take care of everything. In return, I would become his wife. But I wasn’t happy. Why would I be? I was about to marry a man nearly twice my age. A man who is my father's friend. The door creaked open

Last Updated : 2025-05-17

Chapter Eight: The Red Night

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

Last Updated : 2025-05-22

Chapter Nine: The Cruel King and his forgotten Queen

Sophia's POV “So this is how my life ends?” I thought silently, tears rolling silently down my cheeks. Still in my wedding dress, I sat on the cold floor like a beggar in need of mercy. The white silk had been creased beyond recognition. My veil had slid off, now lying like a forsaken petal beside me. The roses that once adorned my hair had withered, just like the hope I once clung to. Leonard had left. He had locked the door after unleashing his wrath—leaving me broken on our wedding night like I was just a piece of the puzzle he needed to destroy something greater. All of it had been a performance. A calculated revenge. And I was the prop. He didn’t even tell me what my father had done to warrant such hatred. He just left, and now I sat in a room that still smelled of rose petals and scented candles, as if mocking me—reminding me that this was supposed to be a night of passion, not punishment. I pressed my hands into the floor, feeling the cool marble grounding me while my min

Last Updated : 2025-05-24

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