All Chapters of Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia's POV “Tick! Tick!!” "Tick! Tick!!" The sound of the wall clock echoed through the silence, slicing into the remnants of my sleep like a knife. I opened my eyes slowly, the harsh sting of morning sunlight piercing through the sheer curtains. My body instinctively stretched, and for a split second, I expected to see the pale blue walls of my old bedroom, the familiar creak of the ceiling fan, and the scent of worn-out books from my little shelf. But this—this wasn’t my room. This was bigger, colder, and painfully unfamiliar. The sheets beneath me felt too silky, too clean—like something meant for display, not comfort. The soft lavender scent lingering in the air was foreign. As I sat up, the events of yesterday came rushing in like a tsunami. The wedding. The betrayal. Leonard. The kiss. The memory of his lips on another woman's lips—on our wedding night sliced through my chest like broken glass. His words rang in my ears like a cruel anthem: "He took what was preciou

Sophia's POVAs I walked down the stairs, I couldn’t shake the cold knot of anxiety that had lodged itself deep in my chest. My damp hair still clung to my back, a chill running down my spine with every step I took. The memory of Leonard’s furious eyes still haunted me, and I didn’t know what to expect next.Every maid I passed bowed deeply, their eyes lowered in reverence like I was someone important — someone sacred. But I wasn’t. I felt like a prisoner dressed in silk, being treated like royalty only to be tossed aside when no longer useful. The air was thick with tension. I could feel it crawling over my skin, whispering things I couldn’t make out.As I approached the dining room, I froze at the entrance. The scene before me sucked the breath out of my lungs.There he was — Leonard — sitting at the head of the long, polished table like a king. His expression unreadable, his fingers steepled, eyes fixed directly on me. Beside him, Thelma’s cold gaze sliced through me like shards of

Sophia’s POV “Nice weather,” Logan said. The breeze at the rooftop danced against my skin like silk, teasing loose strands of my hair around my face. I sat beside Logan on a wooden bench carved with the Morano crest, the rising sun warming one side of my face while the other was cooled by the wind. The sky stretched endlessly above us—blue, clear, and mocking. I closed my eyes and let the air soak into me. For a brief moment, it felt like peace. I took a small sip from the glass of water in my hand and tilted my head upward, letting the freshness fill me. But then— A flash. A glimpse from yesterday, uninvited and unwelcome. Leonard and Thelma on this very rooftop. The soft laughter that drifted to my ears. The way she touched his arm, and how he didn’t flinch or pull away. The audible sound of kisses and how Leonard looked at me while doing that... like he was punishing me. I opened my eyes, and just like that, the stillness cracked. My smile, fragile and fleeting, faded away.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The voice behind the gun snarled, low and venomous.Massimo didn’t move.He knew that voice.“Logan?” he asked, turning his head slowly.The cold metal of the gun barrel pressed against the back of his skull until Logan lowered it slightly, revealing his furious face.Massimo let out a breath, his body relaxing marginally. “Can you stop pointing the gun at me?” he said, eyebrows raised, lips curled into a half-smile. “You’re not exactly making this easy.”Logan didn’t smile back. “How did you get here?” he demanded, stepping forward, the gun still pointed toward Massimo’s torso. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”“I didn’t mean to,” Massimo replied, carefully. “The door was open. I got curious.”Logan’s eyes narrowed. His finger danced dangerously near the trigger.Massimo raised his hands slightly again in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry for entering your room. My bad. Seriously.”But Logan didn’t lower the gun. “I can underst

Sophia's POV "Well, well, well. Look who's trying to play the role of the perfect wife." The venom in Thelma's voice was sharp enough to slice through flesh. I turned slowly, my eyes scanning her from head to toe, refusing to let her words rattle me. She was exactly as I remembered—always hungry for a fight, desperate to maintain her invisible crown in this chaotic house. "You think you can just waltz in here and take my place? I don't think so." Thelma added I held my calm, not because she didn’t deserve a response, but because I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of knowing she could get under my skin. "I'm not trying to take anyone's place. I'm just fulfilling my duties as his wife," I replied evenly. Her face twisted, the calm mask slipping just slightly—eyes narrowing, lips twitching. I could already sense the rising storm within her. "I'm not interested in your opinion or your approval," I added, turning to walk away. But before I could take another step,