Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sophia’s POVMORANO'S MANSION – DINING TABLE“Logan, are you okay?” I asked softly, my eyes on him as he kept shifting his fork through the eggs and bread like he was dissecting them instead of eating. He hadn’t taken more than two bites since we all sat down.“I’m okay,” he replied quickly, forcing a weak smile that didn’t even reach his eyes.That lie couldn’t fool me. I knew Logan well enough to sense when something was bothering him. And this — this mood, this energy — it reeked of conflict. And if I had to guess, it had something to do with Massimo.Leonard, who had just taken a bite from his toast, reached over with his fork and dropped an extra piece of bread onto my plate.“Eat more so that you’ll focus in school,” he said warmly, flashing me that gentle smile that only I seemed to get from him.“Thank you,” I replied, my lips curling into a grateful smile.I reached for my tea as the quiet clinking of cutlery filled the room. But every few seconds, I could feel Leonard’s eyes

Sophia’s POV CRYSTAL UNIVERSITY – CAMPUS HALLWAY "There she is. Miss Invisible trying to be somebody," Tina sneered as I stood there still drying the coffee stain off my shirt with tissue. "Did you see her face when Conrad talked to her in class yesterday?" Lina chimed in. "Like a confused puppy. So cute," Tina replied with a chuckle, mock sympathy coating her voice. It was obvious what this was. Another one of Elena’s orchestrated scenes. She stood at the center, her arms crossed, her blonde hair cascading perfectly down her shoulder like she was in some magazine shoot. Of course, her ever-present shadows, Tina and Lina, flanked her like programmed minions. Students passing by slowed their steps. Some stopped outright. The hallway, once noisy with laughter and footsteps, shifted into a silent but charged space filled with murmurs. I heard the whispers behind my back. "Isn’t that the girl who confessed to a guy and got publicly rejected?" "Wait, is that not Sophia?" "Did she

Sophia’s POV MORANO’S MANSION – LEONARD’S BEDROOM “Good evening, my lady,” Grace said softly as she stepped into the room, balancing a tray of steaming tea. The sound of the rain outside hadn’t stopped for hours—it poured relentlessly like the sky itself was grieving. I was curled up at the edge of the bed, wearing Leonard’s oversized shirt, staring at the rain streaking across the window glass. “Is my husband back?” I asked, shifting as she placed the tray on the dressing table. “Not yet,” Grace replied, glancing toward the tall grandfather clock in the corner. Its ticking suddenly sounded louder than usual. “It’s past 9 p.m. He should be on his way.” She approached me with the cup, the faint aroma of ginger and cinnamon filling the room. But just as she leaned forward, she paused. “My lady… did something enter your eye?” she asked, frowning slightly as she took a closer look. “What?” I asked quickly, trying to shift my gaze away. “Your eye is red. Are you alright?” Grace re

Sophia’s POVMORANO’S MANSION – LEONARD’S ROOM"What's the surprise about?" I asked, giggling as Leonard led me gently into the room, his warm hand in mine. My eyes were blindfolded, and my heart raced with curiosity."You’ll soon find out," he whispered softly into my ear, his breath warm against my skin.He guided me a few steps further, and then, in one smooth motion, he untied the silk blindfold.The moment the fabric slipped from my eyes, I gasped and covered my mouth in awe.Laid out beautifully on the bed was a short, elegant red flared dress with a sweetheart neckline, a matching set of silver jewelry, and the most gorgeous silver stiletto heels I had ever seen—sleek, feminine, and shimmering like they were made of moonlight."Oh my God," I whispered, my voice full of wonder. “Are these… for me?”"They’re all yours," Leonard replied with a warm smile, the kind that made everything else disappear for a moment."They’re beautiful…" I said, touching the red fabric with gentle fin

Sophia’s POV MASK PARTY HALL “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most exclusive bidding event of the year. Tonight, only the most discerning eyes and boldest wallets will walk away with one of these rare treasures,” the auctioneer’s voice rang through the ballroom, commanding silence like a priest at a sacred ritual. The chandeliers dimmed until only a single beam of light illuminated the crystal stage. Behind the auctioneer, draped in velvet black cloth and gold tassels, stood two elevated displays. Each one sparkled under the light—jewelry that didn’t just glitter, but glared with power. “If you received a black invitation,” the auctioneer continued, lifting a gloved hand, “please rise and proceed to the VIP cage to my right.” To our right, a portion of the ballroom wall slid open to reveal a glass-walled VIP area that looked more like a royal suite than an auction cage. Inside, there were velvet chairs lined in gold, champagne bottles chilling in silver buckets, and paddles