All Chapters of Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sophia’s POVThe soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence in our bedroom, blending with the rhythm of my own heartbeat. Leonard’s hand rested gently on my belly, tracing circles as if he could feel every movement of the life growing inside me. His touch was warm, steady, grounding me in a way nothing else ever could.“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice low and filled with awe. His eyes shone in the dim light of the bedside lamp, softer than I ever thought possible for a man like him to crack jokes.I smiled, even though a lump was caught in my throat. “Yes… the baby kicked.”Leonard’s lips curved upward, the kind of smile that melted every wall I had ever built. He leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to my belly. “Our little warrior,” he whispered. “Already strong, just like you.”I chuckled, forcing my tone to stay light. “Or stubborn, like you.”He looked up at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “Then we’re doomed. If the baby takes after both of us, no one in thi

Sophia’s POV“Sophia,” Mom’s voice rang out the very moment the door opened. Her eyes lit up like a child’s, her whole face softening with joy the instant she saw me standing there.“Mom,” I whispered, my voice trembling before I could stop it.She pulled me into her arms, her embrace warm, firm, and desperate, like she feared if she let go, I might vanish again. I closed my eyes, burying my face in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume—the one that always reminded me of safety, of home.“My baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re here.”Before I could answer, I heard Dad’s deep voice from the hallway. “Sophia?”I turned, and there he was, standing just a few feet away, his eyes wide with disbelief. My strong, steady father, the man who rarely showed emotions, looked like he was on the verge of tears. He crossed the space between us in seconds and wrapped me in his arms right after Mom.“My daughter,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “You came home.”

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that always came before something dangerous. Leonard stepped out of his black SUV, the streetlamps casting sharp shadows across the pavement. His men, dressed in dark suits, spread out quickly and quietly, surrounding the towering glass penthouse that belonged to Victoria. Every movement was precise—calculated. They were soldiers, trained to move without drawing attention, and tonight their orders were clear: seal the building and let no one escape.Leonard’s jaw was set hard, his eyes burning with a fury that had been building for weeks. The betrayal, the lies, the threats against Sophia—against his family—were things he would never forgive. He had tried restraint. He had promised himself he wouldn’t stain his hands with blood again, not now that his wife carried their child. But promises had limits, and tonight those limits were being tested.One of his men gave him a signal. The perimeter was secured. No one would leave the penthouse without

Sophia's POV “You should forgive her, Leonard. She’s just a child,” my father’s voice drifted into the quiet night.I froze where I stood in the hallway, my hand still clutching the banister. My heart skipped a beat. Father’s voice was calm, but there was something pleading in it, almost like he was trying to convince not just Leonard, but himself too.Curiosity pricked me, and before I knew it, my feet had quietly carried me closer to the source. The balcony doors were cracked open, the cool night air carrying their conversation to me. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but something inside me told me I needed to hear every word.Leonard’s deep voice followed, low and restrained. “I know, Martin. That’s why I am holding myself back. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even be here. But it’s her… she’s my wife.”His tone carried a heaviness that made my chest tighten. Even though he said he was holding back his anger, the weight of his disappointment still lingered.I swallowed hard, p

Sophia's POV “One month feels like one year,” I whispered under my breath as the car slowed to a stop before the towering gates of the De Luca mansion.The sight of the mansion, with its tall windows glowing warmly against the late evening sky, stirred emotions in me I wasn’t prepared for—relief, nervousness, longing, and above all, guilt.Leonard switched off the engine and stepped out. I reached for the boot, wanting to help with our luggage, but his hand immediately closed over mine.“Don’t touch that, Sophia,” he said, his voice low but firm.I looked up at him, startled. “I was only trying to help—”“No,” he interrupted, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made me shrink back slightly. “You shouldn’t be carrying anything. You should be taking care of yourself and the baby.” His hand brushed briefly against my stomach before he pulled it away, the motion sharp and guarded.My lips parted, but no words came out. His tone was concerned, yet beneath it I still felt the shar