WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENTS AND MAY BE SENSITIVE FOR READERS RATED 18 ? ? SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: UN-THINKABLE (I’M READY) BY ALICIA KEYS After making sure her head was comfortable on his shoulder, he started moving faster and harder. Her moans turned to screams and it only fueled his hunger further. He grunted as he felt her pussy clench and unclench. “That’s how you take a cock, princess”, he whispered on her neck. “I can feel…. I’m COMING!”, she screamed the last word as her orgasm crashed down on her. Her eyes rolled back and she felt light headed, which only added to her pleasure. Not long after, Leonardo came after her with a loud grunt. That was when she realized he was choking her. The sight of seeing him come in her made her hot and ready for another round of intense hot sex. Screw her rules. To her disappointment, Leonardo started to wash her up. As much as she wanted him again she had to get used to initiating sex. “All good,
SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: SURE THING BY MIGUEL AND I HATE YOU BY SZA Leonardo’s face fell and his throat ran dry. Not his biggest nightmare happening right now. Guilt stabbed at his chest and he felt a knot in his stomach. With each breath he took, the knot got tighter and tighter. “Who sent you this?”, he said pointing to her phone which was now on the vanity. “Who cares about that? Is it true? Bianca insinuated something like this but I didn’t take her up on it”, Arya said, trying to hold back her emotions. Leonardo’s eyes rested on hers and he saw pain and betrayal in her eyes. The knot tightened. “Arya….”, he said stepping towards her. She raised her hands. “Don’t. Just tell me the truth. Don’t you think I deserve to know?”. Leonardo knew that in that moment, he had to say the truth. Guilt hit him like the hangover after a drunk night. “Yes”. Just a word, but from the look on her eyes, he knew he had destroyed everything they have; everything they had. A sing
SONG RECOMMENDATIONS FOR THIS EPISODE ? 2AM BY SZA Leonardo opened the car for Arya to step in but she stood where she was. She avoided him all night and even spent extra time in the bathroom. She only stayed in the bedroom with him because there was no way she could clean up the other rooms by herself without fainting first. She was a princess after all. A princess of the underworld. “Can you get in the car?”, he asked. She ignored him. “Arya…..”. She walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door herself. The driver looked between Leonardo and her. “What are you looking at?”, she snapped at him. “Sorry ma’m”, he said as he started the ignition and Don sat at the back passenger seat alone. Leonardo sighed but keep himself in line. The worst thing he could do was to force her to do anything she didn’t want to. The honeymoon was cut short because of his selfishness. He had his tech company trace the anonymous sender but they haven’t gotten back
“You are acting weird, baby”, Bianca said as she pulled Arya into the bedroom. Of course, she was. “I miss you that’s all”, Arya responded. “First of all, your honeymoon was cut short. Secondly, you’re asking to sleep in my room. Something is wrong”, Arya replied, squinting her eyes in suspicion. Arya swallowed. “You know I can read people right”, Bianca added. Choosing her words carefully, Arya said, “You are right. I am a bit mad at Leonardo, that’s all”. Well, that was not exactly a lie. “I knew it”, Bianca said, jumping like she solved a murder case. “Bianca calm your horses”, Arya said. “No, I won’t. I pulled you out of the situation just in time. Mother would have suspected something was wrong”, Bianca responded. Arya laughed. It was the absolute truth. “So you came here to avoid your husband right”, she asked. “Yes, I did”, Arya responded. “What a futile attempt! Don would break down the door if he wishes to. This villa is his property”, Bianca said with a teas
“I don’t have a good feeling about this, Bianca”, Arya said as they sat in the Uber. “Oh, relax. Everyone thinks we have gone to bed, I usually sneak out without security guards once in a while”, Bianca confessed. Arya could feel anxiety crawling over her and her stomach churned. She had never stepped out of father’s house except for few times when they were invited to events. Even then, she had to go with her family, never alone or without guards. “To our advantage you have a just a little social media presence, it’s barely noticeable. You don’t brag so no one knows who you are, you’ll be safe”, Bianca said. “What about you?”, Arya asked. “No one knows me, except the men I reject at every mafia function. They could be a threat, you know, hunt me down and kill me”, Bianca said with a serious expression. Arya felt her dinner in her throat. Fear and anxiety gripped her. “I don’t feel so good. Turn this ride around”, Arya said breathlessly. Bianca’s serious expressi
He was directly in front of her now, and she took another step back, her body hitting the cold brick wall behind her. “If you don’t move back, I will knee you in the balls. Get the fuck away from me.” Leonardo had tried to calm himself down on his way here but all that blew to nothing when he saw the green eyed bastard trying to touch her waist. “I love your feisty side, princess. But no man touches what’s mine”, he said coldly. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mark was limp on the table. He fainted. What a pussy. “I am not yours, don’t you get it?”, she asked. He walked up to her and pulled her out regular part of the club to the VIP lounge. “Get away from me”, she tried to pull his hands away from her wrist. Leonardo didn’t bulge. He entered the VIP lounge and finally released her hand. “What are you doing here by this time without your security?”, he asked. She scoffed. “I don’t answer to you”. “Oh, you will”. “You can’t make me”, she returned. He
“What makes you think I’d want to stay here after the divorce?”, Arya asked. It’s been seven days since the night club incident and eight days since she found out his lie. Now, both of them stood in his room. She snuck in to get some of her new clothes but he entered the room before she could leave. Now, she was stuck there with him. She cursed her luck. “Do you think Carls would let you stay on your own? He’d come back to marry you off to someone else”, he said. “Too bad. I’ll be a divorcee and you know no one would marry a divorce in this kingpin world”, she threw back. “I see you’ve been talking to Bianca”, he said. “Yes I’ve been talking to your sister, is that also against your tyrant rule?”, she asked. Leonardo sighed. “I will agree to this divorce but you should stay here till you get your…”, she interrupted him. “I already have someone looking into it. For now, I’ll stay in an hotel”, she returned. He smiled. She must have forgotten who he is. “W
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT Leonardo got off the phone call. It took him a while but he finally decided on what to do. “Everything is in place”, he said to Rob. “Okay, Don. What is your next line of action”, Rob asked. Leonardo stiffened. He hadn’t really thought that part through. Or he did but was deciding against it. There was no way he was letting her stay there but he also couldn’t be violent. He smacked his forehead. They were finally making progress but he ruined it. At this point, he considered letting her go because he didn’t deserve her but he knew he couldn’t live without her by his side. “Don, we have to know the next step”, Rob said. “I heard you the first time”. Leonard sighed. What was a man supposed to do? “We will do whatever we have to”. “And the guards?”, Rob asked. He smiled. “Discard the old ones, they are useless. I need new and well trained ones”. Rob nodded. He knew what the Don meant. Play time was over and it was time for the Don to
Isabel cradled the baby close, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as the infant’s soft cries filled the room. Her daughter. She traced the baby’s tiny features with trembling fingers—her button nose, her soft cheeks, and the tiniest fingers she had ever seen. A fierce protectiveness gripped her heart, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. But the moment of tenderness was fleeting. The cold, harsh reality of her situation came crashing down on her. She had no home, no job, and no way to provide for herself, let alone a newborn. The room reeked of decay and dampness, its peeling walls and rat-infested corners a far cry from the safe haven a child deserved. The baby’s cries grew louder, piercing through Isabel’s haze of despair. “Shh, shh, I’m here,” she whispered, rocking her gently. But the cries didn’t stop, and Isabel realized with a sinking feeling that the baby was hungry. She looked around the room, her heart racing. There was no milk, no clean water—nothing. Panic cla
Arya gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “You got impregnated by your mother’s boyfriend?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Isabel nodded solemnly. “I did. I did all I could as a pregnant teenager with no home. I wish I’d known about the convent back then—it would have made my life so much easier. With little to no source of income or support, I was miserable and alone in the trenches of this town after I had to leave the old one. I won’t bore you with all the details. But when I was in labor, I had to make some difficult decisions.” FLASHBACK Isabel sat in the corner of her dimly lit room, chewing on the last bit of food she’d managed to scavenge. Her stomach cramped painfully, but she wasn’t sure if it was from hunger or something worse. It had been four days since her last meal, and her body was weak, her limbs trembling with every small movement. The cramps intensified, radiating through her body, and a wave of nausea swept over her. She pressed her hands again
“By the time I turned sixteen, much had changed in my life, though little for the better. I was the scorn of the town, whispers trailing me wherever I went. It wasn’t just the shame of my past that followed me like a shadow; it was the doors that slammed shut in my face, the jobs that paid me barely half of what they should, the side-eyes from those who thought they knew my story. And then there was Mama’s boyfriend, Stanley, who moved into our already-cramped home.” FLASHBACK Isabel stumbled into the house after a long, grueling day of work. The sun had long since set, and her body ached with exhaustion. She immediately headed to the kitchen, her stomach growling in protest, but her heart sank when she found the pans empty. She had prepared the food earlier that morning before leaving, but as usual, there was nothing left for her. Not a scrap. Her younger siblings, Amanda and Jacob, had already gone out for their own work, leaving the house silent save for the faint rustling
Arya burst into the room, emotions swirling in a storm of frustration. Leonardo, shirtless and in sweatpants, lay on the bed with his laptop, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. When he looked up and saw her, his expression immediately softened. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “Fuck! I’m so tired of all of this! When does it actually end?” Arya's voice was thick with anger and despair as she shouted, letting out everything she had bottled up inside. Leonardo remained quiet, letting her vent, and placed a gentle hand on her back for support, feeling the tension in her shoulders. “We can talk about it when you're ready,” he said quietly, his voice calm and steady. She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Isabel said she’s my grandmother,” she blurted out. He froze, stunned by her revelation. It explained so much—Isabel’s secretive behavior, her willingness to help them even at great personal risk. “How do you fe
Arya walked into the Mayor’s office, her mind still swirling with thoughts of her time at the convent, which had ended permanently. Henry had called her the day before, insisting that someone come to the Townhouse to collect a certificate for her volunteer service. She had kindly turned him down, but Henry was insistent, not taking no for an answer. Arya found herself wondering where this sudden niceness was coming from. She didn’t trust a single soul in this town, not even after everything she’d done to protect herself, including running a secret background check on Ricardo—though he would never find out about that. “Ah, Dona, welcome to my office,” the Mayor greeted, his voice oozing charm as his secretary led her into the room. Across from him sat Isabel and one of the council members, Frederick. Arya couldn’t bring herself to look at Isabel, her gaze fixed firmly on Henry instead. “Thank you for having me,” Arya said, offering a smile that barely touched her lips. Henr
She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “It’s… it’s all too much, Leo. Everything. Isabel, the Sisterhood, my parents—I never even had the chance to mourn them, and now all of this…” He squeezed her hands, the warmth of his touch grounding her. “You don’t have to carry this alone. I know it feels like the world is crumbling, but we’ll get through it. We always do.” She gave a bitter laugh, wiping away a tear. “You warned me about this life. You told me it would be hard, that it would come with pain and danger. And I thought I was ready. But now…” He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression softening. “You are ready. You’re stronger than anyone I know. And you’re not alone.” She broke down into even harder sobs, and he just held her close, letting her cry against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, and he whispered soothing words, his touch gentle and comforting. As her body shook with grief, he fought the urge to share what had happe
By the time they finished work, dusk had settled over the city, casting long shadows across the streets. “I need to get back to the cabin,” Leonardo said, gathering his things. “My wife’s there, and we’ll wrap things up once we’re back.” He knew Arya had gone to the convent earlier to confront Isabel, and although his instincts told him she was safe, a faint sense of urgency nagged at him. Working here, dealing with everything else, had given her space, but he couldn’t help wanting to check in on her. Behind him, Ricardo and Rob were in yet another argument, voices rising and falling as they debated. Leonardo had long since learned to tune them out. Instead, he let his thoughts wander. Spending most of his childhood alone, with only the company of books he’d memorized cover to cover, he’d become accustomed to living inside his mind, finding peace there. But something shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flicker of movement, something or someone moving too delib
Leonardo walked into the room to find everyone already seated, waiting expectantly. He took his seat, and Rob slid a few files across the table. “These are all we could gather, boss. I double-checked—it’s everything they had,” Rob said, his tone firm. Leonardo picked up the files, scanning through them quickly. Setting them back down, he looked up, addressing the room. “Someone is playing a twisted game with my wife. She suspects it might be the Mother Superior, but I’m not convinced,” he began, his voice steely. Rob tensed beside him. Usually, they didn’t discuss these matters openly, especially with others around. But Rob must have trusted Leonardo’s judgment since he didn’t attempt to question it. “Of course, we don’t suspect any of you,” Leonardo added, glancing around the table. “We trust you all completely, especially after the support you’ve shown. And if we need further assistance, we’ll reach out.” He nodded at Ricardo, who took the cue. “You heard the Don. We
Arya could hardly believe Isabel’s audacity. Her voice trembled with anger as she glared at the Mother Superior. “Don’t sit there on your high horse, pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Isabel sighed, placing her reading glasses delicately on the table. “I get that you’re the wife of a very powerful man, a Don, but Arya, I don’t need to hear about the issues in your marriage. I have done nothing wrong, and I genuinely have no idea what you’re accusing me of.” Arya recoiled, taken aback by the indifference in Isabel’s tone. “What? Why would you say that?” “Why shouldn’t I?” Isabel responded sharply, her expression unreadable. Arya narrowed her eyes, studying Isabel's face. “No. Why would you assume this was about my marriage, Isabel? What makes you think that’s what I came here for?” Isabel raised an eyebrow, her mouth curling in a faint, mocking smile. “Oh, it’s not? Then I’m truly sorry for the misunderstanding. But tell me, Arya—what exactly are you accusi