After a while, the yacht came to a halt near an island, and Leonardo helped Sofia disembark. As their feet touched the sandy shore, the yacht sailed away, leaving Sofia feeling bewildered. She looked at Leonardo, seeking reassurance, and he nodded, instantly calming her fears."But what's the name of this island?" Sofia asked, realizing that he hadn't mentioned it yet.Leonardo placed a gentle hand on her shoulders and turned her to face a direction. Sofia's eyes landed on an illuminated board, adorned with LED lights. Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she read the name written in bold capital letters: SOFIA.Turning toward her husband, her eyes filled with a multitude of questions. He mirrored her gaze, his lips anxiously bitten."What does this mean?" she shook her head in astonishment."This is your island, baby. I wanted to give it to you as our wedding gift," he explained, his voice tinged with nonchalance.While it might have seemed ordinary to him, Sofia couldn't contain her exci
He shoved my tongue in her tight hole and began pumping in and out, fucking her with his tongue, stretching in the process. He circled his thumb on her clit, eliciting a pleasurable response. She tightened around his tongue, causing him to groan. She was incredibly tight, and he could only imagine the sensation of being inside her. Gently, he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger, slowly thrusting it into her tight entrance.Encouraged by her moans, he added two more fingers, causing her to cry out his name. Leonardo continued to suck and nip at her sensitive areas, increasing the intensity of his finger thrusts. The sound of her screaming his name echoed in the open air, and he reveled in the idea of everyone hearing her pleasure-filled cries.Her petite body trembled as she experienced her first orgasm of the day, her release washing over his fingers. But this was just the beginning; he intended to make her climax repeatedly throughout the night. A smirk played on his li
"So you're pretending to be asleep, huh?" Sofia asked playfully, feigning annoyance.Leonardo chuckled, his eyes opening slowly."Good morning, love. How did you sleep last night?" His eyes sparkled mischievously as he smirked at her.Growing slightly irritated by his teasing, Sofia pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him away gently. But he pulled her closer to him, refusing to let her go."Where do you think you're going, baby girl?" He tugged on her hair tenderly, tilting her head up to meet his as he pressed his full, red lips against hers.Her morning couldn't have been more beautiful than this. She lay in his arms, feeling his kiss as if he desired nothing else in the world but her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, sending electric waves through her body. Their legs intertwined, and he rubbed his hard-on against her bare pussy, his desire evident.She moaned softly into his mouth as he touched his sore pussy, deepening the kiss. They continued to explore each oth
Emma's phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting her evening relaxation. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, noting an unfamiliar number flashing before her eyes. Intrigued yet cautious, she answered the call, unsure of what awaited her on the other end."Hello?" Emma's voice trembled slightly as she spoke into the receiver.A deep, mysterious voice responded, "If you want to uncover the whereabouts of Lady Ricci's missing will, you must come to the address I'm about to give you."Emma's mind immediately went into a state of alarm. The proposition seemed dubious, and she had every reason to dismiss it as a prank or a scam. Yet, an inexplicable curiosity gnawed at her, urging her to delve deeper into this mysterious revelation. What if there was truth behind the stranger's words? What if he possessed information about the will that she desperately sought? Emma wrestled with her conscience, torn between dismissing the call and venturing into the unknown.Eventually, her lon
The room fell silent as the man leaned forward, his expression grave and determined. "I'm willing to offer you a substantial thirty percent of the share," he said, his voice laced with seriousness. "All you need to do is help me achieve my goal. I want you to lead Sofia into my carefully crafted death trap."Emma's eyes narrowed as she processed the man's request. The nonchalance in her voice belied the turmoil within. "Are you serious?" she scoffed, her tone tinged with boredom. "Eliminating a mere girl like Sofia should be child's play for a powerful Mafia figure like you."The man's gaze remained fixed on Emma, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing his face. "True," he conceded. "But Sofia is no longer alone. We mustn't forget that Leonardo Morelli is by her side, thwarting my every attempt to end her life."Emma's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disbelief and curiosity evident on her face. "You mean to tell me that you deliberately orchestrated those attacks on her?" she asked,
Sofia and Leonardo were both breathing heavily, their bodies intertwined and feeling completely satisfied. Leonardo slowly withdrew from her, causing his release to trickle down from her vagina to the sides of her thighs. He gently pulled down her dress, helping her regain her footing."That was incredible, baby," Leonardo said, a smirk playing on his lips.Sofia buried her face in her husband's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Leonardo reciprocated by encircling her with one arm and using his other hand to lift her face, making her look into his eyes."You are mine, angel, and no one can harm a single hair on your head. They would have to go through me even to come close," he said, his expression turning serious. At that moment, Sofia couldn't fully grasp why he was sharing these words with her. It felt as if he was reassuring himself as much as her.Just when she thought he had finished, Leonardo continued, his voice filled with determination, "I will always be you
"I hope you haven't forgotten my voice," Sofia's stepmother, Emma, spoke on the phone, her words piercing the silence that surrounded Sofia."Of course, ma'am. How can I forget your voice?" Sofia's voice held a touch of formality, a reminder of the distant relationship she shared with Emma since her childhood. Sofia was never allowed to address her as 'mother,' and 'ma'am' had become the designated term of respect."Sofia, your father and I are missing you," Emma said, and Sofia was taken aback by those words. Her ears strained to confirm what she had just heard. Could it be real, or was she merely hallucinating? After all, there seemed to be no possibility that Sofia's father and Emma would genuinely miss her.Yet, a spark of hope ignited within Sofia's heart. Her poor, yearning heart, always longing for their love, dared to believe that perhaps they had finally realized her value in the household after she had left them. Maybe they wanted to check if she was doing well, a glimmer of
After enjoying a warm and comforting bowl of soup, Sofia and Leonardo retreated to their bedroom. The moment the door closed, Leonardo's strong arms enveloped Sofia, lifting her effortlessly and gently placing her on the soft bed. As he discarded his t-shirt, his playful demeanor took over, and they indulged in intimate moments. He made passionate love to her, their love deepening with every touch, before finally succumbing to slumber.The following day, Sofia embarked on her usual routine of attending school while Leonardo departed for his office, each absorbed in their respective responsibilities. Lost in the busyness of the day, Sofia inadvertently forgot to contact Leonardo, her mind consumed by the demands of her studies.Upon arriving home and preparing herself for lunch at her parent's house, Sofia realized she needed to check on Leonardo to confirm his availability and punctuality, as he often struggled with time management.Leonardo answered after just two rings, his voice fi
The soft rustling of the curtains filled the quiet bedroom as the moonlight streamed in through the open windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. The night air was cool and still, carrying with it a sense of calm that the couple hadn’t felt in days. Dinner had been quiet, filled with concerned glances from Leonardo’s parents and affectionate giggles from their children, Vincenzo and Lucia. But now, in the sanctuary of their room, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions.Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers over the blanket absentmindedly. Leonardo stood by the door for a moment, watching her. She looked fragile in the dim light, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.He finally walked toward her, kneeling in front of her like a man seeking redemption.“I owe you an apology,” he said softly. “Not just for last night, but for all the times I let my anger win. For making you feel like y
When Leonardo finally arrived home in his disheveled state, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, he found Sofia waiting for him near the front door. Her phone trembled in her tight grip, and the moment she saw him, she shot to her feet, rushing toward him.She threw herself into his arms, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you the whole night, Leonardo?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Who does this to his pregnant wife after a small fight, huh?”Her sobs echoed in the hallway as she pressed her face against his chest. Leonardo’s heart shattered at the sound of her pain. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though he could shield her from everything—including himself.“I’m sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “It won’t ever happen again. I swear.”Sofia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his stormy grey eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. Her voice was soft, but the words st
Leonardo stared at Ava, his heart sinking with helplessness. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The reality of his marriage, his love for Sofia, stood like an immovable wall between them. No—he loved Sofia, more than words could ever express, and the mere thought of betraying her, even if he didn’t remember every detail of the night, made him feel like a criminal.God, what have I done?He turned his gaze away, guilt consuming every corner of his mind. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pulled around her like a fragile veil, watching him with eyes full of something that looked like hope. But staying here any longer would only be a bigger mistake. Whatever happened last night—it shouldn’t have.“I have to go,” Leonardo muttered, already stepping toward the door.His hand had just touched the knob when a trembling voice froze him in place. “Leo…” Ava whispered, her voice broken. “I’m very alone.”He stood still, his back to her. The image of Sofia’s face flashe
Ava reached out, her fingers tracing lightly along Leonardo’s chest as she whispered soft, seductive words into his ear. But even in his dazed state, his reaction was immediate and fierce—he jerked away, his eyes clouded and nearly closed, yet his actions were furious as he shoved her hand aside with surprising strength.“Ouch,” she muttered, stunned more by the rejection than the force. His body was firm, solid like carved marble, and every part of her ached with longing. She had dreamed of this moment for years, and now that he was here—in her home, in her bed—she couldn't accept defeat.But it was clear: he wasn’t yielding.Frustrated, Ava stepped back and signaled her driver, who had been waiting just outside the door. Without exchanging a word, he entered the room and silently helped her undress Leonardo—his limbs heavy, his consciousness fading. She administered another dose of the sedative, watching his breathing slow as the drug took effect.Only then did she dismiss the drive
Sofia didn’t want to call her—not now, not ever. It went against every ounce of pride she still had. The very idea of reaching out to her to ask about her own husband made her stomach twist with humiliation. But her instincts as a wife were louder than her ego. Something deep within her, something raw and unexplainable, told her she had to find Leonardo—and that she would do whatever it took.With a shaky breath, she tapped the name on her phone screen. The dial tone rang only twice.“Ava, hi,” she said softly as the call connected, trying to sound composed.There was a pause before Ava responded, her voice low, almost too calm. “Sofia,” she said, the way one might say the name of an unexpected guest. “What makes you call me today?”Sofia hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Um… is my husband with you?” she asked carefully, every word laced with tension.There was a sharp inhale from the other side.“Your husband? And you don’t know where he is?” Ava’s tone instantly shifted
Sofia panicked when Leonardo didn’t return home the whole day. They had never had such a big fight before. But this time, Leonardo was furious—angrier than she had ever seen him.She could have endured his shouting, even his frustration, but his silence and the way he walked away without saying a word—she couldn’t bear that. Her heart pounded with restlessness, every instinct screaming that something was about to go terribly wrong. She couldn’t let the rift between them grow any deeper. Swallowing her pride, she picked up the phone and called him.But he didn’t answer.Still, she didn’t stop. She kept calling until, eventually, his phone was switched off, and all her calls went straight to voicemail. He had never avoided her like this before.It broke her.Sofia wanted to make things right between them—she was willing to do anything to fix it. She loved him too much to lose him. But the pain of his silence was unbearable. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks before she
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