Semua Bab Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Bab 101 - Bab 110

MORANO'S MANSION - LOGAN'S BATHROOM "Mmm… your hands are gentle today. Is that guilt or affection?" Logan said with a low, teasing voice, his head reclining against the edge of the bathtub. "You always take your job too seriously, Massimo… I’m not going to shatter if you touch me properly."The bathroom was dimly lit, the soft orange glow of scented candles flickering against the tile walls. A faint mist filled the air, carrying with it the subtle aroma of lavender and sandalwood. Logan lay half-submerged in the steaming water, his bare chest glistening under the flickering light. His bruises were evident—faint purples and reds painting his pale skin. But his expression was far from defeated. He was amused, sultry.Massimo, kneeling beside the tub, dipped a thick towel into the warm water and wrung it out slowly. He dabbed gently at Logan’s collarbone, avoiding the worst of the bruising. His brows furrowed, his lips tight with restraint."You almost did," he said quietly, focused on

MORANO'S MANSION – MEETING ROOM "I want to know how a stranger got through my gates, past five trained men, into my house—my house—and almost laid a hand on my wife." Leonard’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade, and the sound of his fist slamming against the table echoed in the cold, dimly lit meeting room. Six bodyguards sat around the round table, their faces drawn tight, eyes avoiding his. No one dared breathe too loudly. Leonard sat at the head, a glass of brandy in his hand, untouched. The amber liquid trembled slightly from the impact of his blow. The silence was thick. Deadly. Until Enzo cleared his throat. "Boss… we’re still going through the footage. He had help. Someone must’ve turned—" "Save it." Leonard growled, eyes burning. "Cameras don’t protect lives. You do. I trained every single one of you better than this. So explain to me how a ghost—a ghost with Diego’s name on his lips—walked into my home and pointed a gun at my wife’s face?" Massimo, standing t

Sophia’s POV Crystal University, Art Garden “La-la-la…” The sound reached me before the footsteps did. A humming tune, faint and soft, floated in the distance like a feather drifting through the breeze. It wasn’t jarring or intrusive—it was gentle, almost melodic—but I didn’t look up. The wind rustled through the branches above, soft enough to whisper but not loud enough to disturb. I liked it here—under the crooked arms of the old eucalyptus tree that stood in the center of the Art Garden. It had been here long before I arrived at Crystal University, and I had the feeling it would still be here long after I was gone. Its bark was peeling in strips like stories half-told, and beneath its shade, I painted in silence. Charcoal strokes pulled tension into the canvas. The figure I was working on—blurred, faceless, fragmented—wasn't anything my professors had assigned. It came from somewhere deeper, some place that only opened in the quiet. My fingers moved in practiced rhythm,

Sophia’s POVMORANO'S MANSION - LEONARD'S ROOM The rain had softened into a rhythmic drizzle, like a lullaby only the lonely understood. I stood by the window in Leonard’s room, arms wrapped around myself. The silk of my nightgown clung to my skin, and the firelight behind me cast a warm glow that flickered against the glass. Outside, the world was blurred—wet trees swayed and the distant hills faded into a grey hush. The chill in the air felt familiar. Almost like an old friend that always came when my heart was too heavy to rest.I didn’t move when I heard the door open and close behind me. Leonard never made noise when he returned. A part of me always knew when he was near—the air shifted, like it recognized him too."You’re still awake," he said quietly."Couldn’t sleep. You were gone longer than usual." I said, turning only slightly to acknowledge him.He didn’t respond immediately. I could hear him take off his watch, the faint metal clink against the dresser sounding louder th

PENTHOUSE - VICTORIA'S APARTMENTThe night bled into the city with a golden glow, skyscrapers reflecting fractured light like jagged shards of a broken mirror. On the twentieth floor of a luxurious high-rise, Victoria stood at the edge of her floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city pulse like a living beast. Behind her, Thelma stepped into the room, her heels echoing softly on the marble floor. She was dressed in black from head to toe, her eyes bloodshot with unresolved fury. The embers of light, throwing shadows across the long scar that stretched from her cheek to her jawline. it wasn't just a scar—it was a reminder, a trophy of survival. And a reason for revenge."Did you get her today?" Thelma asked, voice low but strained. Her hands were clenched tightly by her side.Victoria didn’t look away from the city. She exhaled, releasing a lazy puff of smoke into the air. "What do you want to hear?""Victoria, I'm not in the mood for jokes," Thelma snapped, stepping closer."Then y