All Chapters of Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter One hundred and Ten: A tree with many Roots

MORANO'S COMPANY - MEETING HALL The late afternoon sun filtered through the Venetian blinds, slanting gold across the polished mahogany of Morano’s meeting table. The air was scented faintly with Cuban cigars and varnished oak. A large map of trade routes from Italy to China hung behind him, dotted with red pins and handwritten markings. Five investors sat before him, all cloaked in tailored suits, but only one man in the room carried the air of command without needing to say a word. Leonard Morano. He reclined in his leather chair, fingertips pressed together beneath his chin. His navy suit was immaculate, his silver cufflinks glinting in the low light. Behind his stoicism simmered something more dangerous than rage—an absolute, unshakeable belief in his own dominion. “Before we discuss profit,” Leonard began, his deep baritone slicing through the silence like a whetted blade, “we must speak of control.” “Leonard, with all due respect, we agreed on a shared margin—equal inv

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Chapter One hundred and Eleven: POV 3: Doubt

MORANO'S MANSION – Leonard's Office"Mmmm." Leonard heaved a sigh of relief—or perhaps frustration—as he sat restlessly in the dimly lit office. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, but his mind was louder. On the table before him lay a single phone, its screen now dark, but moments ago it had shown him everything he needed. Photos of Sophia—his Sophia—with Conrad. Holding hands. Sitting together in class. Laughing.He slowly slid to the next picture. It was a video. The audio was faint, but the visuals were unmistakable. Sophia stood in front of a hallway, nervously biting her lip before confessing her feelings to Conrad. Her voice cracked with emotion. Leonard’s jaw clenched, his shoulders stiff.The shadows in the room danced across his face, concealing the boiling rage behind his usually impassive eyes. His fingers flexed slightly, then relaxed as he heard the door creak open.“You called for me?” Sophia asked lightly, her voice breaking the tension as she walke

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Chapter One hundred and Twelve: POV 3: Prom Night 1

PROM NIGHT HALL "Did you see what Jasmine wore? It's practically stitched onto her," one girl whispered to her friend near the punch table, pretending not to stare. The hall glowed under a canopy of golden lights, their soft shimmer catching the gleam of polished shoes and glittering gowns. Music pulsed through the air, laughter tumbled from clustered groups, and champagne flutes clinked over shared secrets and stolen glances. "She’s trying way too hard. I mean—please, rhinestones and feathers?" the other snorted. At the edge of the dance floor, two boys leaned close over their drinks. "I heard Coach is actually here, hiding at the back," one said. "Probably making sure no one spikes the punch this year," the other replied, laughing. A burst of flashbulbs lit up the far end of the room as a pair of figures entered—turning heads immediately. Sophia entered, radiant as moonlight on still water. She wore a floor-length deep emerald gown that shimmered subtly under the ligh

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Chapter One hundred and Thirteen: Prom Night 2

Sophia's POV PROM NIGHT HALL "Why is Conrad still hovering around you? I hate his guts," Mercy hissed, arms folded and eyes scanning the room with distaste. "I blame myself for being lenient with him," I replied, my voice sharp with regret. "He sent me a text saying he wanted us to meet, and like a fool, I agreed. I told him we could just be friends. But today..." My words trailed off as the anger swelled in my chest. The memory of what he whispered earlier haunted me. "I don't mind sharing." Those four words sliced through my heart like a serrated blade. My fists clenched as the pain bubbled beneath my ribs. Who did he think he was? All I wanted now was to go home—to Leonard. I needed to tell him everything. Conrad was toying with fire, and he had no idea how dangerous the consequences could be. I walked with Mercy, each step heavy with boiling rage, and sat at one of the tables arranged near the stage. "Did you tell him that you're married now?" Mercy asked, voice l

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Chapter One hundred and Fourteen: POV3: Bitter Confession

CRYSTAL UNIVERSITY - GUEST ROOM“You,” Conrad hissed, his voice trembling with disbelief. His fists were clenched, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.“I still don’t get it. Why the hell did you help me?”The room’s light was dim, the kind that bent into shadows and splashed color onto every surface. A slow turn of the rotating disco bulb washed the walls in blues, reds, and greens. Expensive art pieces stood at every corner, tall frames and strange sculptures, their shapes throwing warped shadows across the space.On the bed — its white sheets neat but stained by the half-empty glass bottle beside her — lay Sophia. Unmoving. Her head had rolled to the side, hair spilling like dark ink across the pillow. Her lips were parted slightly, as though she had been speaking to someone in a dream before silence claimed her.Conrad paced like a caged animal, eyes darting between the unconscious girl and the woman leaning lazily against a metal pillar.Mercy.Her arms were folded across her che

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Chapter One hundred and fifteen: Fragments of the Night

Sophia's POV I slowly opened my eyes, the bright light piercing through my brain like a sharp knife. I winced, raising a hand to my forehead. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry. As I looked around, I realized I was in a guest room, but I had no idea how I got there.Turning to my side, I saw Mercy lying beside me, fast asleep. Her arm was draped lazily over a pillow, and her hair was a tangled mess across her face. I gently shook her shoulder."Hey, wake up," I whispered, my voice hoarse.Mercy stirred, rubbing her eyes slowly. "What's going on?" she mumbled."Where are we?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.Mercy sat up and looked around the room. She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "We're in the department's guest room. You got drunk last night, and I brought you here to crash."I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her words. The party. The dance. The wine. The performance. Then the spinning. The blurred vision. I remembered trying to call Leonard... and th

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Chapter One hundred and Sixteen: Distraction and Thoughts

Sophia's POV I walked into the building, my steps slow and distracted, my thoughts torn in two directions. One part of me kept circling back to how I’d ended up in the art department’s guest room last night. The other was haunted by the voices that had echoed in my head before I woke up.Was that a dream?The words were sharp, cruel, and far too familiar. No… it couldn’t be. Mercy wouldn’t say such things about me. She’s my friend. She’s always been on my side… right?Lost in that spiral, I barely noticed my surroundings until a voice jolted me back."Hey! Sister-in-law."I startled, blinking, and there was Logan, lounging on the couch in the living room, watching me with a small smile."Logan," I said quickly, forcing composure into my voice."What are you thinking about?" he asked, leaning forward slightly as I walked over.Instead of answering directly, I sighed. "Can I have some tea?""Yes, sure." He held out the cup in his hands without hesitation.I took it, grateful for the wa

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Chapter One hundred and Seventeen POV3: Dancing with the devil's plan

“La-la-la!” Victoria twirled around the table, a glass of red wine in one hand, a cigarette lazily releasing curls of smoke in the other. Her movements were slow, almost hypnotic, like she was savoring each second of her little victory. On the table, scattered like a deck of cursed playing cards, lay photographs—grainy yet clear enough to speak volumes. Each one captured Sophia and Conrad in compromising positions. Some were too close for comfort, others blurry yet damning enough to shatter a reputation. Victoria stopped mid-spin and gazed down at the pictures with a triumphant smirk. The door creaked open, and Thelma’s sharp voice sliced through the air. “What’s got you so happy, sister?” Without answering, Victoria pointed at the table, her red-polished nails tapping on the photographs. She blew a long stream of smoke from her lips, watching it drift towards the ceiling like a silent whisper. Thelma’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she approached. She picked u

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Chapter One hundred and Eighteen: POV3: The Woman in the Photo

MORANO'S WOOD COMPANY - LEONARD'S OFFICE“Someone’s here to see you, boss,” Massimo said as he stepped into Leonard’s office, his voice low and serious.Leonard looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, his pen pausing mid-signature.“Who is it?”“It’s Camila Roth,” Massimo replied. “The police officer from Intelligence Investigation. She says it’s urgent.”Leonard leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Send her in.”Massimo nodded, stepped out, and returned a second later, holding the door open.Camila walked in—not in her usual police uniform, but in casual clothes, blending in so well that no one would guess her line of work. Still, her presence carried an unmistakable authority. She held a folder under one arm, her expression sharp and focused.“Good morning, Officer,” Leonard greeted, his voice smooth but edged with curiosity.“Good morning, Mr. Morano,” she replied politely. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”Leonard glanced at Massimo. “You can go.”“Alr

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Chapter One hundred and Nineteen: The weight of his eyes.

Sophia’s POVDinner felt like a silent battlefield.Leonard sat at the head of the long, gleaming dining table, his posture as straight and imposing as ever. I was to his right, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, yet the space between us felt like a mile. On his left sat Logan, who kept darting glances between us like a referee waiting for the first punch.I kept my eyes on my plate, but every now and then, I’d catch Leonard looking at me—sharp, probing, unreadable. And then I’d quickly look away before his gaze could pierce through my thoughts.Nobody said a word. Even the clink of cutlery against porcelain felt loud in the heavy quiet.The door to the dining room opened, and Grace walked in with Maria. They were carrying silver trays, each piled with steaming plates of osso buco alla Milanese—veal shanks slow-braised in white wine, saffron, and butter, the kind of Italian dish that made the air feel richer the moment it entered the room.“Food is ready. Sorry for ke

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