Carlo smiled, his eyes pleading. "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say. Please, let me throw this party for my daughter. I want to make up for my regret," he asked, looking toward Leonardo.Leonardo was not going to agree. He despised Carlo for his irresponsible behavior toward Sofia. No matter how many times Carlo regretted his actions, Leonardo would never forgive him."No, Carlo. Sofia is now Morelli's daughter-in-law. You have to pay for your sins. You have no right over her after what you've done to her for so many years. She longed for her father's love, and you ignored her. This is your punishment. So we will be the ones to make this announcement. However, you are invited to this party, and of course, you can invite your guests as well," Alessandro interjected, turning toward Leonardo."...And Leonardo," Alessandro continued, locking eyes with his son, "make sure every influential name attends this party. It will be beneficial to make more connections and expand our territo
Sofia gasped, her perky breasts covered in a pink silk bra now exposed before his eyes. "Oh my god, Leonardo! What are you doing? We're in the dining area, and anyone could come in at any moment," she panicked, glancing around. His innocent wife was always mindful of their surroundings."No one will come, Sofia. I've instructed all the servants to go off duty and not come out of their rooms until morning," he reassured her, having already sent a broadcast to all the household staff to take the rest of the evening off, leaving the house solely for Sofia and him.Leonardo lifted her up and placed her on the table, settling himself between her legs. As she gazed down at him with her big, innocent blue eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat—those eyes had captured him from the first moment he saw them.Trailing his hands up from her ankles, he glided them along her soft, bare legs, moving upward toward her thighs covered by shorts. His gaze darkened as she shivered under his touch, her sensi
Leonardo pulled the elastic down and tore that piece of fabric into two. He pulled back and picked up the liquid chocolate bucket. He poured some warm liquid chocolate on her smooth pink pussy and watched as it flowed down, spreading over her thighs. He took some more vanilla ice cream and rubbed it on her cut.Her pleasurable moans became more frequent as he waited for her to say the safe word. "Today, I will pleasure you so deliciously that you will never forget," he whispered over her lips. He pressed his finger on her back hole, and she moaned loudly and panicked."One day, baby girl, I am going to claim your virgin back hole," he told her. Her half-hooded eyes widened, showing horror. "How... h... how can you fit in there?" she stammered."Don't worry, baby. When I take your back hole, I will make sure that you are ready, and I will make it more pleasurable. But not today," he said and felt her body relax instantly. He knew she was scared. He was going to claim her body as his o
It would be much better if he accompanied her on the shopping trip. She wanted him to come."Ah... I want to come. I will try, but I cannot commit as I have some important meetings and lots of contracts and deals to read and sign," Leonardo said, cupping Sofia's face between his hands and caressing her jaw with the pad of his thumb."It's okay, I understand," she replied half-heartedly in a dull voice."Look at me, baby girl. Take your friends with you and buy them some stuff from our side. Have fun and shop with them. That way, you won't miss me," he said, and she knew he wanted her to cheer up."No need, Mr. Morelli. I will be fine on my own, and I don't want to spend your hard-earned money on my luxury," she pressed her hand on his chest."It's also your money, Mrs. Morelli. You can spend as much as you want," he said, smiling at her, making her roll her eyes. When would he stop spoiling her like this?"Okay. Go and get ready. Otherwise, you will be late for your office. I am leavi
Sofia found herself surrounded by a myriad of dresses in the exquisite shop, her brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and anticipation. Domenico had introduced her as Mrs. Sofia Leonardo Morelli, and the attentive staff quickly ushered her toward their finest collection. She moved gracefully through the racks, her fingertips delicately grazing the fabrics as she searched for the perfect attire.A red halter-neck gown caught her attention, its flowing silhouette whispering promises of elegance. She slipped it on, admiring the way the fabric cascaded down to the floor. It was undeniably lovely, yet a flicker of discontent danced in her eyes. Determined to explore other options, she chose a black strapless gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. The dress exuded timeless beauty, leaving her breathless, yet the decision still eluded her. Each garment she tried on was a masterpiece in its own right, further complicating her choice with every new embrace of satin and silk.Yearn
Sofia gracefully stepped out of the trial room, her black knee-length dress hugging her curves, and in her hands, she held the exquisite peach mermaid gown. However, something felt amiss. Domenico, her trusted companion, was conspicuously absent. Confusion flickered across her face as she sought an explanation."Where is Domenico?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. Leonardo, her enigmatic partner in crime, responded with a furrowed brow before providing an unexpected reply."I sent him back to the office," he revealed, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Someone should, at the very least, continue working."As Sofia examined the gown, meticulously considering the perfect accessories and footwear to match, she couldn't help but feel a sense of completion slipping through her fingers. Finally, having made her choices, she knew her shopping excursion had come to an end. Passing the task of payment to Leonardo, she observed as he handed his card to
Sofia was immersed in the preparations for the grand party, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Leonardo, the enigmatic figure who had captured her heart. Her nerves tingled with excitement as she sat in front of the ornate vanity mirror, surrounded by a team of skilled makeup artists sent by Leonardo's mother, Anna. The artists worked their magic on Sofia's flawless canvas, enhancing her natural beauty.Dressed in a breathtaking peach mermaid gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Sofia felt like a vision of elegance. The makeup artists skillfully highlighted her features, turning her blue eyes into captivating orbs of allure with a seductive winged look. Shimmering eyeshadows adorned her eyelids, casting a radiant glow that accentuated her mesmerizing gaze. A touch of peach-colored blush was delicately applied to her rosy cheeks, lending a youthful and radiant flush to her complexion. Her lips shimmered with a peach-shining lip gloss, inviting anyone who dared to steal
Emma chimed in, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I can see it, Sofia. You are glowing and looking more beautiful. My, my! The after-marriage glow suits you," she complimented, a smile gracing her lips. Sofia couldn't help but be taken aback by Emma's words. Emma had never been one to offer praise, and Sofia knew it for certain. She scanned the room, half-expecting to find Kat lurking in some shadowy corner, her piercing gaze drilling into Sofia's very being. Yet, to Sofia's surprise, Kat was nowhere to be seen.Curiosity getting the better of her, Sofia turned to Carlo, seeking answers. "Where is Kat? Has she not come to the party?" Sofia's voice carried a tinge of wonder, for it would be yet another unexpected twist if Kat had indeed chosen to be absent. Attending these high-society gatherings was practically Kat's modus operandi. She would never pass up an opportunity to network with the heirs of wealthy families—an art Emma had instilled in her daughter from an early age,
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