All Chapters of Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Sir, the investors are calling at the company,” Massimo said as they descended the marble steps of Mr. Bianchi’s estate.Leonard Morano didn’t reply immediately. He was focused on the blood staining his sleeves—dark red and tacky. He brought a white handkerchief to his arms, dabbing at the smeared mess with unbothered precision. The scent of iron clung to his skin, but he didn't flinch.“Good. Send in the files to them,” Leonard finally said, his voice calm, almost bored.“Okay, boss. Right away.” Massimo’s steps quickened as he reached for his phone.“Tell them to prepare the meeting room,” Leonard added, already pulling at the buttons of his stained shirt.“I’ve done that,” Massimo replied, his timing always ahead of instruction.They reached the sleek black car idling at the curb. Massimo moved with practiced grace, opening the door for Leonard, but as the don moved to enter—“Wait. Get me a clean shirt,” Leonard ordered, tugging the bloody one off with slow, deliberate gestures.

The night air outside the Morano mansion was thick with silence, but inside Leonard’s mind, there was only noise. Thoughts collided, storming through him as he stared at Massimo’s phone, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck tense. The photos were damning—Logan, his younger brother, sitting with Luca, Diego’s son, the enemy’s heir. Laughing. Smiling. Leaning close in ways that could only be described as friendly, or worse—trusting.Leonard handed the phone back to Massimo with slow, deliberate movement, his tone low but sharp.“What’s the intel?” he asked.Massimo gave a slight nod, glancing around to ensure they weren’t being overheard. “It’s about Logan, boss. One of our guys saw him around town—downtown coffee shop. He’s been hanging out with Luca.”Leonard’s expression turned to ice. “What? Why is he associating with them?”“I don’t know, boss,” Massimo replied, cautious. “But they seem to get along. Too well, honestly. I've been sent this pictures constantly.”Leonard’s brow twi

“Sophi?” Logan called out, his voice breaking the thick silence in the room, his face draining of color.Sophia stood at the doorway, her eyes wide, mouth parted slightly in surprise. She hadn’t meant to intrude—hadn’t meant to witness what she just had. Massimo was already up from the bed, his composure faltering as he stepped away from Logan. The tension clung to the air like a thick, invisible smoke, wrapping itself around all three of them.Sophia opened her mouth, then hesitated.“I didn’t mean to walk in like that,” she said at last, her voice soft, apologetic. Her hand gestured weakly toward the hallway. “I’ll go and come back later.”“I will leave, ma,” Massimo said quickly, already collecting the contents of the first aid box with swift, practiced movements. He didn’t look at Logan again. “You can speak with him.”In a few short strides, he was out the door, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.Logan didn’t move. He felt like something inside him had been exposed—peeled o

KINGS BAR – 10:46 PMKings Bar pulsed with late-night energy, bathed in ambient red lighting that gave everything a sultry, moody glow. The air was tinged with the musky scent of cigar smoke, leather, and expensive colognes. The clink of glassware mixed with a low, sensual jazz beat pouring from the speakers, while bodies swayed slowly to the rhythm on the dancefloor. Rich mahogany counters, golden trims, and plush velvet booths set this place apart as a haven for the powerful and the discreet.The VIP section was cordoned off with dark velvet ropes and guarded by two stoic bouncers. In the center of it all sat Leonard—draped over a wine-colored couch like a dethroned king, his back slightly slouched, gaze vacant and unfocused. His usual aura of dominance was muted tonight, replaced by something more… fragile. Haunted.Jude, the owner of Kings Bar, approached the low marble table with a bottle of aged whiskey and two crystal tumblers. The lights caught his gold wristwatch as he set th

SOPHIA'S POV MORANO MANSION – 8:47 AM “Ah!” I groaned as I stirred from sleep, the sharp rays of the morning sun cutting through the sheer white curtains, piercing my eyes. My head throbbed as if I had danced all night at a noisy festival—or gotten punched repeatedly in a boxing ring. The pain was dull yet persistent, echoing like a drumbeat in my skull. Raising my hand to my forehead, I sat up slowly, clutching the sheets. Why does my head feel like this? I tried to recollect, but my thoughts were a blur until Grace’s voice drew me back to the present. “Good morning, ma,” she said, her footsteps light as she walked into the room holding a silver tray. A gentle aroma of tea wafted into the air. “Good morning, Grace,” I replied, rubbing my eyes as she approached the bed. “Here is your tea,” she said softly, placing it on the nightstand. “Thanks,” I murmured, offering a faint smile. She turned toward the door. “Breakfast is ready. You should get dressed and come downstairs befo