The wedding rituals finally ended and Sofia and Leonardo now stood as husband and wife. The media were all over the place, capturing every moment and detail of the ceremony. The Riccis and the Morellis really outdid themselves and made it a grand event that everyone would remember for years to come.
After the wedding, they all made their way to the ballroom. Leonardo was seated next to Sofia, engrossed in his phone. Sofia was too nervous to glance over at him, but she noticed him furrowing his brow out of the corner of her eye.
Sofia furrowed her brow as she watched Leonardo answer his phone. She couldn't hear anything from where she sat, but Leonardo's expression had quickly soured. Without a word to her, he got up from their table and began walking away, still speaking into the phone. Sofia was left sitting alone in the ballroom, wondering what could have possibly upset him so much.
As the announcement for the newly-wedded couple's first ballroom dance was made, everyone noticed the groom had disappeared. Sofia was met with pity-filled glances from those around her. She sat there, her head lowered in embarrassment and insult, an all too familiar feeling. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time she had found herself in this situation.
She watched as Leonardo's parents frantically tried to reach him on the phone. She could see the worry etched on their faces as they dialed number after number, but it seemed like they were not getting any response. It was clear that they were deeply disappointed with their son's irresponsible behavior.
"Sofia! Dear," said Leonardo's mother with a polite and gentle tone as she approached her. "I'm afraid Leonardo has to attend to something urgent and won't be able to join us. However, I am here to take you to your new home. You must be tired from the ceremony, so please rest and make yourself comfortable."
As Sofia listened to Leonardo's mother speak to her with such kindness and respect, her heart warmed. It was a rare experience for her, as most people had always treated her as if she was invisible or unimportant. But the way this woman spoke to her made her feel seen and valued. She was such a kind lady.
Sofia nodded her head and smiled at Leonardo's mother as she led her towards a car that had been decorated for a newly wedded couple. Sofia had to ride alone in the car because her husband had left her to be on her own. Leonardo's mother helped Sofia settle in the back seat and instructed the driver to take her to Leonardo's mansion. Sofia couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she embarked on this new journey with fear and expectations.
Throughout the entire car ride, Sofia couldn't help but wonder what kind of important work Leonardo had to do on his wedding day. As they pulled up to a massive mansion, the driver courteously stepped out to open the door for her. Stepping out onto the pavement, she made her way toward the grand entrance, where a guard stood watchfully at the door.
And a queue of servants was also standing there, waiting for their master. But here, seeing Sofia coming alone, disappointment was visible on their faces. They greeted her and looked at her with their pitiful eyes. Sofia sighed in her heart. She tried to put on a brave face, smiling at the servants, and lowered her head instantly as she entered the mansion.
As the maid escorted her to a room, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. As she stepped inside, she immediately noticed the masculine decor - all cool greys and whites. In addition, she couldn't help but notice the large TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed and a gaming setup sitting next to it. Clearly, this room belonged to a man, and she quickly understood who the owner was.
Sofia was engulfed by an abrupt surge of anxiety upon realizing that her luggage was not with her. The mere thought of spending the night in her cumbersome wedding dress made her cringe with discomfort. With a heavy heart, she made her way toward the spacious closet, only to be greeted by an overwhelming array of her husband's clothing, shoes, and accessories. As she pondered over her options, she couldn't help but contemplate whether borrowing her husband's t-shirt for the night was a good choice.
She had grown accustomed to a certain sense of neglect throughout her life. People never shared anything with her; she only got their used and old stuff for herself. Thus, she dared not take a shirt from her husband's wardrobe as everything looked new and expensive. So, that night, she found herself sleeping soundly in her wedding gown, though it was very uncomfortable. However, exhausted and tired, she quickly drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Sofia was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking open. She struggled to see in the darkness, unsure of the time of night. Blinking rapidly, Sofia's eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness. She fumbled around for the light switch and finally found it, illuminating the room. To her shock, she saw Leonardo Morelli standing near the doorway, his presence unexpected and startling.
His sudden appearance startled her, and she couldn't help but notice how miserable he looked without his jacket. His tie hung low, and his shirt was unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As his eyes landed on Sofia lying on his bed, they darkened with anger. He swiftly closed the distance between them with three long strides, grabbing her chin in his hand with a forceful grip.
"How dare you sleep on my bed, bloody whore?" he questioned in a menacing tone.
Sofia's body involuntarily shivered as his words reached her ears. She was confused about why he was calling her names. Whore?! She was not a whore.
Unpleasant recollections of her past came flooding back to her mind, causing her to tremble uncontrollably with anxiety. She was fully aware of what was going to happen next, and her fear grew with each passing moment.
“I... I a.. am sorry. Please forgive me,” Sofia apologized promptly.
But before Sofia could explain herself, she was thrown onto the bed, and Leonardo’s body pressed her petite frame, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes flared in horror as she freaked out.
“No, please, let me go,'' Sofia begged desperately.
“Stop acting!” He shouted. "You're not innocent, and I know it. You want this, right? Is that why you are sleeping in my bed, waiting for me?” He glared at her while his voice mocking her.
Sofia froze, unable to move an inch, as the scent of alcohol wafted from Leonardo's breath. It was clear he was drunk. Memories of her childhood flooded back, vividly recalling the anguish of witnessing her father's drunken assaults on her mother.
“Stop pretending, you slut! Why are you denying it now? I know what kind of whore you are, and being your husband, I should get a taste of yours. So shut up and let me fuck you. Like a good slut you are, make me feel good,” he slurred as he forced himself on her and started kissing her neck. He was biting and sucking on her neck, making her feel nothing but pain. Her tears had no effect on him. He had become blind in intoxication and lust.
Despite her reservations, Sofia didn't intervene or halt her husband, allowing him to do as he pleased. She was too scared to react. Although Leonardo attempted to be gentle and bring her pleasure, even in his intoxicated state, Sofia felt an overwhelming emptiness. She lay there, resembling a lifeless rag doll, devoid of any emotional or physical response.
After a while, Leonardo slumped down onto her, exhausted from coming inside her countless times. Unbeknownst to him, tears continued to spill from Sofia's eyes. When she noticed that Leonardo had fallen into a deep slumber, she mustered her courage. Slowly, she rolled her husband off of her and delicately gathered the torn remnants of her dress in her trembling hand. Silently, she slipped out of bed.
Carefully, Sofia dressed herself, her eyes still brimming with tears. She couldn't help but gaze at Leonardo, who lay peacefully asleep with a serene smile adorning his face.
Overwhelmed by the magnitude of the situation, she crumbled to her knees. The room's atmosphere was heavy with tension, and the silence was broken only by Sofia's ragged breaths and the distant sounds of activity echoing throughout the safe house.
Tears streamed down Sofia's face, and her cries became loud and agonized. The weight of the trauma inflicted upon her on what should have been her wedding day proves unbearable. The profound sorrow and disbelief intertwined with her tears.
Sofia sat on the floor, holding her knees close to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lamented her bad luck. She had always feared ending up with an ill fate like her mother, and now it felt like history was cruelly repeating itself. Her husband proved to be no better than her father, and the pain of that realization was too much to bear.
Exhaustion overtook Sofia, her emotional and physical strength were depleted. Nevertheless, she remained on her knees, the cold floor beneath her as her only support.
She had enough trauma for her wedding night, not that she had ever imagined her fate like this. Slowly curling into a ball, she closed her eyes, soft sobs leaving her silently. She didn't realize when the sleep took her in its embrace.
Leonardo woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, a sense of unease washing over him. Something felt different, out of place. His gaze landed on the crimson stain on the bed sheet, and suddenly, the events leading up to his slumber flooded his mind. He had made passionate love to his wife, Sofia, and now he realized with a sinking feeling that she had been a virgin.A wave of regret and self-reproach crashed over Leonardo. He cursed himself for his impatience. He didn't know she was a virgin. But the truth was he couldn't stop himself as if he was a hungry wolf.However, a few things were bothering him, and the first one was that, despite the rumors, Sofia was not at all ugly. In fact, Leonardo found her to be quite beautiful. He couldn't help but be drawn to her charm, which meant the rumor that she was good at seducing men was true. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he felt a strong pull toward her, and he found it very hard to resist. When he held her trembling hand, h
Whilst Sofia was in her deep slumber, she felt as though she was floating weightlessly on a bed of the softest clouds. She was embraced by a warm and comforting layer that surrounded her in a cocoon of tranquillity. Sofia held onto the snug cover tightly, unwilling to let go of the dream. However, her peaceful rest was interrupted by someone shaking her and calling out her name. Sofia gradually opened her eyes, still feeling the remnants of her comforting dream.As her eyelids gradually lifted, she struggled to adjust to the blinding brightness that flooded her vision. She squinted, and blinking repeatedly she attempted to clear her vision until her eyes finally adjusted to the intense light. It was then that she noticed a young woman standing directly in front of her, regarding her with an expression of complete disinterest.Sofia quickly got up from her bed and sat there for a moment, mentally slapping herself for sleeping so late. She knew she was supposed to wake up early and make
As the clock struck afternoon, the grand mansion was eerily quiet, save for the soft shuffling of the servants' footsteps. It was a lonely place, once occupied only by the reclusive Leonardo. But now, Sofia had to start her first day in this sprawling estate. After having breakfast, Leonardo checked some mail and looked at some documents on his laptop.Sofia hadn't still come down. So Leonardo sent a maid to call her for breakfast because it was already eleven in the morning.Leonardo was so engrossed in his work that he lost track of time and everything else around him. However, his attention was soon drawn to the refreshing aroma of body wash and shampoo that filled the air. He glanced up from his laptop and saw Sofia standing before him, looking down with a natural beauty that was accentuated by her lack of makeup.Even quite beautiful compared to the previous night. She looked dainty and slim, with curves in all the right places. Leonardo would have questioned her age if he hadn'
Sitting beside her was starting to become bothersome for Leonardo. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something different about his feeling. Despite this, her fragrance was incredibly enticing, causing a fluttering sensation in his chest.Leonardo found himself distracted while trying to check his emails due to the presence of his wife beside him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate, he couldn't resist stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye. Meanwhile, she seemed lost in thought, staring out of the window without any discernible focus.As they drove towards the airport, Leonardo couldn't take his eyes off Sofia. He stole a few glances at her while Mark kept a watchful eye on the road. Finally, they arrived at their destination, but Leonardo was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize they had reached the airport. When they pulled up to the entrance, Leonardo motioned for Sofia to get out first, and Mark quickly opened the door for her. Sofia
Sofia was standing at the funeral, tears streaming down her face as she mourned the loss of her beloved grandmother. She couldn't believe that she was gone and that she would never see her again. Sofia had always loved her grandmother so much. She was the only mother figure Sofia had in her life after her mama.After her mama and grandpa died, her grandmother had been the one who really cared for her. Sofia remembered how her grandmother had asked her many times to come and live with her, but her dad and stepmother, Emma, had always said no. Sofia had always wanted to live with her grandmother more than anything, but now it was too late.Sofia felt numb as she stood behind the crowd at her grandmother's funeral. She saw her father, Emma, and Kat standing in the front row, while the priest chanted something that was lost on Sofia. All she could feel was the pain inside her, consuming her every thought and emotion. Nobody noticed Sofia standing there, lost in her grief and sorrow."Why
Leonardo opened the car door, and Sofia got in the back seat. He quickly followed her, and Mark closed the door and sat in the front passenger seat. Leonardo turned to Sofia with a softer expression on his face."How are you feeling? Are... you ok?" He asked, looking into Sofia's eyes. Sofia couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as she gazed into his kind and caring gaze. His eyes were the most beautiful she had seen since her mother's. Sofia's voice trembled as she managed to gather the courage to ask him the question that had been gnawing at her mind. "What... What just happened?" In a calm yet grave tone, he replied, "Sofia, there was a shot. Someone has targeted you." The words hit her like a ton of bricks, and her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She had never imagined that the things she had only heard about in movies and books could actually happen to her.Leonardo's stern gaze remained fixed on Sofia's face as he assured her, "Rest assured, you have no need to worry
Leonardo returned to the room, his gaze naturally drawn towards Sofia, who stood before him, a vision of ethereal beauty. The transformative power of her recent shower was evident as droplets of water clung delicately to her damp hair, glistening like precious gems in the soft lighting.Clad in a stunning pink dress that accentuated her every curve, Sofia emanated a radiant allure that captivated Leonardo's attention. His eyes met her innocent blue orbs, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.Leonardo found himself struck by Sofia's beauty, an enchanting sight that stirred a powerful attraction within him. It was as if she possessed a divine charm, an aura that transcended the boundaries of the mundane. Leonardo felt drawn to something greater, an inexplicable connection that defied rationality.As their eyes locked, Leonardo's gaze lingered, taking in every detail with a mix of awe and desire. The subtle scent of freshness and the touch of pink against Sofia's skin intertwi
After their intense kiss, Leonardo reluctantly released Sofia when he sensed her need for air. As he pulled away, he couldn't help but notice her lips were red and swollen, a clear indication of their passionate moment together. As he wanted to kiss her again, the sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Despite feeling frustrated and angry, he composed himself and made his way to the door.As soon as Leonardo opened the door, he saw that room service had arrived with their dinner. He invited the waiter to bring the food inside and stepped out for a brief moment. Upon returning to the room, he noticed that Sofia was standing there, looking quite embarrassed. She was blushing a deep shade of crimson, bowing her head down, and fidgeting with her fingers.He knew that things had become awkward between them after the kiss. The room service staff had left after setting the table for them. Leonardo locked the door and returned to find that Sofia was still standing in the same
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