The small corner of the room was adorned with flickering candles, casting a warm glow over the neatly arranged dishes on the dining table. The aroma of freshly cooked food lingered in the air, promising a delicious meal. Sofia, dressed in an elegant lilac dress that hugged her curves perfectly, waited anxiously for her husband to return. She had given the evening off to all the servants, and her in-laws had kindly agreed to look after the children, allowing her and Leonardo a rare evening alone. After all, it was their sixth anniversary.As the minutes ticked by, Sofia’s excitement began to wane. The once-vibrant candles had melted down to stubs, their flames flickering faintly. The food, once steaming hot, had gone cold—just like the anticipation in her heart. With a heavy sigh, she reached out to extinguish the remaining candles, resigning herself to a night of disappointment. Just as her fingers brushed the wick, the front door creaked open, and Leonardo’s familiar silhouette appear
Leonardo smirked as he noticed the anger on his wife’s face. Sofia averted her gaze, pretending to be asleep, but he wasn’t fooled. Closing the door softly, he walked over to her and leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of her ear.“You can’t deceive me, baby girl,” he whispered.Sofia’s eyes flew open at the sensation, but her annoyance flared stronger. She pushed him away without hesitation.“Why did you come back so early?” she snapped bitterly. “You should’ve spent more time with Ava!”Leonardo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Baby, she’s just my childhood friend. You don’t need to be jealous of her. You’re my wife.”“Wow! You realized that very soon,” Sofia shot back, sitting up with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Did you even remember it was our wedding anniversary? Or did she help you forget that too?” Her voice wavered as unshed tears pooled in her eyes, the sting of disappointment cutting deep.Leonardo sat beside her, his gaze softening as he reached out t
“What brings you here this morning, Domenico?” Leonardo asked, frowning as he descended the stairs, still dressed in his night robe. He had woken up that morning to find his wife already gone from their room. Missing her warmth, he made his way downstairs, only to discover his entire family seated at the breakfast table—with Domenico casually enjoying breakfast with them. Ava was also present, her eyes lighting up the moment she spotted Leonardo.“Good morning, Leo,” she greeted him with a sensual smile that lingered a bit too long.“Morning, Ava,” Leonardo replied, his gaze sweeping over the table as he searched for his wife. “How did you sleep?” he asked mindlessly.“Oh, I slept well,” Ava answered, her smile turning softer. But Leonardo wasn’t paying attention. His eyes had found their prize—Sofia, standing near the table with a tray in her hands, gracefully serving breakfast. The morning light caught her features, making her look even more radiant in his eyes. For a moment, Leonard
After breakfast, Sofia sent the kids off to school with the bodyguard and chauffeur. She stood by the doorway, watching until the car disappeared down the driveway. Turning back inside, she spotted Leonardo heading upstairs to get ready when Ava’s voice stopped him.“Leo,” she called, her tone soft and deliberate as she stepped forward, eyes batting with practiced sweetness. “Will you drop me off? I have a meeting nearby.”Leonardo paused, a smile tugging at his lips, and Sofia cursed silently. Why did he have to have such a charming smile?“Sure,” he replied casually.Sofia’s stomach twisted at Ava’s victorious smile. She trusted Leonardo—there was no doubt about that—but Ava was another story. The woman’s lingering looks and subtle touches hadn’t gone unnoticed. Despite telling herself there was nothing to worry about, an uneasy feeling settled in her chest.“I’ll wait by the car,” Ava added with a slow smile before walking away with a sway in her step.Sofia’s gaze lingered on Leona
As Leonardo adjusted the cufflinks of his tailored suit, he glanced around, intending to find Sofia and kiss her goodbye before leaving. But before he could move, Ava appeared at the doorway, her figure wrapped in a sultry, form-fitting dress that clung to her curves.“Leo!” she called hurriedly, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached. “I’m running late. Come on, let’s go!” Without waiting for his response, she grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the driveway where the car waited for them.Leonardo frowned slightly, glancing toward the hallway where Sofia might be, but Ava's insistent pull broke his focus.As the car cruised toward the venue, Ava glanced at Leonardo with a coy smile. “Leo, I need a favor.”He arched an eyebrow, adjusting his watch. “What kind of favor?”“I’m meeting with investors today, and I need you there with me.” She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with intent. “Your expertise in convincing investors is unmatched. Plus, having you by my side w
When Sofia returned home, she found her husband standing near the window, his broad shoulders tense and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His dark eyes flicked toward her, stormy with unspoken frustration, and the air around him seemed to crackle with restrained anger.“Are you happy now? Humiliating me like that in front of everyone?” Leonardo’s voice was low but sharp, each word laced with irritation as though he had been holding them back for too long.Sofia furrowed her brows, confusion clouding her features as she stepped further into the room. “What are you talking about? What did I do?” she asked, her voice rising slightly as frustration stirred within her. Shouldn’t she be the one who was angry after he had chosen to help his childhood friend instead of standing by her?“You asked for help from everyone—looking for investors—as if I can’t provide for you,” he accused, his intense gaze locking onto hers as if daring her to deny it. “Angel, I could give you the world if
"But angel, listen to me." His tone softened upon seeing his wife so angry, though the authority in his voice remained. "You don’t need to ask for favors—from me or anyone else—when you already own an entire enterprise. What’s mine is yours. You can have whatever you want," he added lazily, as if the matter were the simplest thing in the world.How swiftly he switched moods never failed to baffle her. But one thing was certain—her mafia husband was unlike anyone else. As his wife, she knew what was his was hers. Still, it wasn’t truly hers, not in the way that mattered. She refused to rely on his wealth."Leonardo, I don’t need your money—or my family’s. I’ll work hard and build my own empire one day," she declared with fierce determination."Then let me be the investor in your project, dear."The familiar voice of Sofia’s father cut through the air, causing both Leonardo and Sofia to turn toward the doorway.Sofia’s brows knitted in confusion as she watched her father step into the ro
Just then, the sound of their children’s laughter echoed through the house.“Oh, my lovely grandchildren are home. I came here just to meet them,” Sofia’s father said with a wide grin. “Excuse me, now. I’m going to meet my little munchkins,” he added before hurrying off.Now, only Leonardo and Sofia were left, and the tension between them was palpable. As Sofia turned to leave, Leonardo grabbed her wrist.“Baby, we need to talk,” he said authoritatively.Sofia sighed. “Again?” she muttered, wondering if Leonardo felt insecure because her business expansion overlapped with Ava’s interests.“I have to check if the meal is ready. The kids will be hungry,” she reasoned, avoiding his gaze and waiting for him to release her hand.“Angel, don’t avoid the conversation,” he said, his voice laced with concern.“Don’t worry about my problem. You can focus on Ava’s business and your work, if that’s what you’re meant to discuss,” Sofia retorted fiercely.“Now what the hell does this have to do with
The bar was dimly lit and half-empty, just the way he liked it.Leonardo sat at the far corner, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. The burn in his throat did nothing to dull the ache in his chest.His mind kept replaying her words. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you. And then his own: You’re not the Sofia I married.He wanted to hate her. But the image of her trembling on the staircase, her eyes wide with guilt and pain, haunted him.But still, it felt like the cruelest betrayal—by the woman he loved most. How could she do this? If she didn’t want the baby, the least she could have done was talk to him first, share her fears, her doubts. The baby was his, too. It wasn’t just her choice to make. Maybe, together, they would have found a way. But deciding everything on her own? That was unfair. Unfair to him. Unfair to their family. Unfair to the innocent life growing inside her—their unborn child.Leonardo sat at the far end of the dimly lit bar, his fingers cl
Ava didn’t knock. She barged into Leonardo Morelli’s office, pushing past his startled assistant who tried, and failed, to stop her.“Leo!” she called out, breathless, clutching the handle of her handbag like it could steady her.Leonardo didn’t look up from his desk. The light from the tall windows behind him bathed the room in a golden haze, highlighting his sharp jaw and perfectly pressed suit. He was every bit the mafia king—cold, composed, and commanding.He exhaled sharply when he heard her voice. “Ava, I’m busy,” he said flatly, not bothering to mask his irritation. “You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know,” she replied, stepping in further. Her tone was soft but determined. “But I had to come. You can be angry at me later, but right now… you need to hear this.”Leonardo finally raised his head, his expression unreadable. “If this is about a deal or your family’s shares—”“It’s not,” Ava cut in. “It’s about Sofia.”His jaw tightened at the mention of his wife’s name.“I saw he
It was a usual morning, and Sofia was getting ready for a meeting early in the day. Leonardo had cautioned her not to overwork herself, and she had assured him she was fine and wouldn’t let anything happen to the baby. They hadn’t told Vincenzo and Lucia about her pregnancy yet, deciding to wait a few months before announcing it to the family.Suddenly, Sofia’s phone rang—it was her gynecologist. Her heart instantly filled with unease, as Dr. Martinez didn’t usually call her directly.“Hey, Doc,” Sofia answered.“Good morning, Sofia,” Dr. Martinez’s voice came through the speaker. “How are you feeling today?”“I’m fine, Doctor,” Sofia replied skeptically. “What’s wrong?”There was a brief pause before Dr. Martinez sighed. “Sofia, can you come to my clinic today?”“Okay…” Sofia answered, her grip tightening on the phone.“And don’t come alone, okay?” Dr. Martinez advised.Sofia’s heart started pounding. “Doctor, is everything alright with my pregnancy?” she asked, her voice laced with
“Nope! You’re not keeping your feet on the floor, angel,” he declared with a smug grin.“This is getting too much, Leonardo,” she scolded, frowning.His deep laughter echoed in the bathroom as he set her down on her feet.“But you only have me, and there’s no other option, wife,” he winked, kissing her passionately before leaving her alone in the bathroom.Sofia sighed, smiling at her husband’s overwhelming display of love, and closed the door. Just as she was about to turn on the water, she heard his voice again from the other side.“I’ll be waiting for you, darling.”Today, her mood was exceptionally bright, and she felt optimistic about everything. If she and Leonardo could stay like this, everything would be wonderful. She took a long shower to relax her sore muscles from last night’s passionate lovemaking, washed her hair, and brushed her teeth. After wrapping herself in a fluffy bathrobe and getting ready for the office, she walked downstairs to the dining hall.There, she found
The next morning, Sofia woke to the enticing aroma of coffee and freshly baked croissants, accompanied by her husband's deep, sexy voice."Good morning, angel," Leonardo greeted her. Before she could fully open her sleepy eyes, his warm, soft lips pressed against hers as he murmured, "I love you so much, sunshine."Wow. That was a surprising change. She was so used to waking up before him, making coffee, and preparing breakfast while he got ready for the office. She couldn't help but wonder what had caused this unexpected shift—had the sun risen in the west today?“Umm, what’s the occasion?” she asked teasingly, slipping the cover off her half-naked body. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed, and she watched as Leonardo took a sharp inhale, his eyes lingering on her breasts before flickering back to her face.“What do you mean, angel?” he asked softly, and to her shock, there wasn’t a hint of irritation in his tone.Hmm… someone’s in a good mood. But who was she fooling? She loved waking
As he gathered Sofia in his arms, she shifted to her side, snuggling against him, soft and instantly willing to cuddle. It felt incredible to have her so close, trusting him enough to hold her when she was vulnerable as if he were her protective shield.Stroking his palm across her skin, he traced a slow path down her back, over the curve of her ass, and along her thigh. Needing more of her warmth, he lifted her leg over his hip, pressing kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and taking teasing nips at her earlobe. Her eyes widened with a flicker of surprise—and rekindled arousal.He sent her a knowing smile before brushing his lips against hers. "Ready?""Hmm," she hummed, a sweet smile playing on her lips.Leonardo pressed his mouth to hers again, nudging her lips open. The moment she parted for him, he invaded deeply, fusing their mouths together. Rolling her onto her back, he aligned himself with her entrance, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.He pushed forward, gliding
Leonardo hovered over his sexy wife, positioning himself between her legs. Sofia propped herself up on her elbows, her darkened eyes heavy with desire. He moved closer, pressing her into the mattress, his restraint barely holding as he ached to fit his hips between her spread thighs and thrust inside her.Instead, he focused on her hard, juicy nipples, lavishing them with attention. His mouth found one, then the other, drawing each into the heat of his tongue and lips, eliciting sharp, breathy gasps from her. He let his lips travel lower, trailing kisses down her soft skin until he reached his destination—her glistening, pink pussy, waiting right under his mouth.She was soaked, swollen, her clit peeking out, eager for attention.Leonardo cupped her gently, watching as she shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed, a long, agonized breath escaping her lips.“Leonardo…” she whimpered.“Yes, baby? I’m here,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “And I’m staying here for a long, satisfyin
Leonardo clenched his jaw, his restraint hanging by a thread. The way her body moved, the way she tested him—it was dangerous. She was playing with fire. His fingers trailed down the sleek curve of her spine, shuddering. With slow, deliberate movements, Sofia sat up and slid down his body, her thighs settling over his, her soft curves on full display. The sight of her alone was enough to wreck him.His gaze darkened as he took her in—the high curve of her breasts, the delicate dip of her waist, the sheer perfection of her bare skin. But she wasn’t admiring herself. No, she was admiring him. Her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, wandering lower, dragging over every hard contour as if memorizing him. The innocent curiosity in her touch sent a jolt of raw electricity through his veins.Then she went lower.Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, a single teasing touch tracing the thick length of his cock. A growl rumbled in Leonardo’s chest, primal and deep. His
His smirk sharpened. “My sexy wife, when did you become so demanding in bed?”Sofia whimpered in frustration, and that was all the permission he needed. He sealed his mouth around her breast once more, taking, consuming, until she was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in sharp gasps.She dug her nails into his scalp. “Oh my God, Leonardo...”His teeth scraped over her sensitive bud, a wicked promise of pleasure-pain, before he released her with a firm, teasing pull. “Something you want to say, sweetheart?”She blinked up at him, dazed, lips parting as though words had abandoned her. Then, in a breathless whisper—so desperate, so needy—she murmured, "Just… more."Leonardo’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “You like it harder?”Her silence made him chuckle. He dragged his thumb over her pebbled nipple, waiting, pushing. “Tell me, Sofia,” he demanded, his voice low and authoritative.She shuddered beneath him, lips parting in a soundless plea, her damp eyes locked onto his with unr