Rob shook his head at the thought of Leonardo slamming the door in his face. He sees what Leonardo doesn’t see; or doesn’t want to acknowledge. This is becoming more than obsession. “Like brother, like sister”, he said to himself as he thought back to his conversation with Bianca. FLASH BACK He knocked on Bianca’s door. He heard a grunt from inside before Bianca face’s came to view. “Oh, it’s my brother right hand man. How can I help you?”, she asked sarcastically. “Is Arya here?”, he asked, obviously not in the mood for her sharp tongue. “Why would she be here? I am not a lesbian, I think”. Rob face paled. “Leonardo is searching for her. She is no where to be seen”, he said. “What?”, Bianca asked. From her face he could tell she was saying the truth. “You’re somehow her only friend, that’s why I came here”, he answered. “I really don’t know where she is”, she replied waving at him to go away. Bianca was acting really weird. He place his foot at the
Leonardo stood in the quiet room. “You had the guts to hit my wife on our wedding day”, he said to the bloody figure sitting across the table with his head bent. Carls sniffed. He hadn’t expected a mark on her face. If he had thought about it well enough instead of acting in anger, he wouldn’t have hit her so hard. “I’m sorry, Don. She has been under my care for years and I’m still getting used to the fact that I don’t have the right to control her anymore”, he lied. “You never had the right control her. Do you know why I am a Don in my twenties?”, Leonardo asked. “Yes, your grandfather handed the reins over to you and not your father, Alberto”, he tried to raise head. “Alberto isn’t cut out for this kind of life. He’s a softie”. “But I am not. I’m ruthless and I kill away every and any threat to my family. Unfortunately for you, you just became one”, Leonardo said with a coldness in his eyes that made Carls shiver. “I am family, Don. I am not a threat to you”, he said
Warning: This episode contains some sexual content. Song Recommendation: Shameless by Camilla Cabello and Streets by Doja Cat. Arya put on her sunglasses as she stepped out from the car. The guard, armed with a galil and a stakeout closed the door behind her. She was dressed in a black body fitting dress with a high slit and bare back. Her hair was in an up do with golden accessories, she paired that with Louis Vuitton heels. As she entered the building, she took her sunglasses off. Her mind strayed to what happened earlier today and she wondered if Leonardo had a hand in it. Regardless of if he did or not, she was still elated. She had freshened up and left the house immediately Bianca left her room so she could see Leonardo before he disappeared from the distillery. Instead of the normal mafia family tree, Leonardo ran most of the affairs. He was the Don, underboss, consigliere and the capo all at once. He had to clear them all after his grandfather
Warning: This episode contains some sexual content and may be disturbing for some readers. “You are delusional”, she scoffed as the chef left. “You make it hard not to be. I mean look at you”, Leonardo laughed. “I had no idea you were capable of laughing”, she said, raising an eyebrow. “That is what you do to me”. She rolled her eyes. “Your attitude makes me want you more”, he continued. “What kind of man are you?”, she asked, scoffing at his statement. “Your man, one of one breed”, he said. The landline, which was now hanging over the table rang. Leonardo picked it up. “Boss, there is something you need to know”, Rob said from the other end. “Come to my office”, Leonardo said and dropped the phone. “Is everything alright?”, Arya asked. “Sure, princess. It’s not anything I can’t handle”, he replied. “About why I am here….”, she started. “I did not kill your father”, he interrupted her. She heaved a sigh of relief. “Thanks to you, he is still
Arya looked outside the window of the car as her mind replayed her interactions with Leonardo. She made up her mind to just be married on the outside and enemies on the inside but now, she’s enjoying spending time with her husband. He makes her feel things she had never felt before. Even right now, she is looking forward to his plans. He gave her his card to go shopping. “Where do you have in mind, miss?”, her driver asked. The soldier sat at the passenger’s seat while she sat alone in the back. She looked down at the black card in hands that Leonardo had passed to her. Funny how she doesn’t even have an account but has never lacked anything money can buy in her life. “Let’s…..”, her phone rang. It was Bianca calling. She picked up. “Hi Arya”, Bianca said. “Hey Bianca”, Arya smiled. She loved Bianca. “I just called to check up on you. Are you still with my brother?”, she asked. “Actually, I am about to go shopping”, Arya answered, gratefu
Warning: This episode contains sexual content and may be too sensitive for some readers. ? Arya stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I must confess, you only get prettier each day”, Ana said as she clipped the last pin on her hair. “She is literally a goddess”, Rosa seconded, a little jealous of Ana being here. “You guys are the best”, Arya said, pleased with her appearance. She was wearing a custom made black dress. It had a long sleeve on the left side and no sleeve on the right side with a high slit. The material was soft vicuña wool. For her shoes, she had on a pair of Rene Caovilla black stiletto heels adorned with Swarovski crystals and pearls. Her hair was in an updo with strands of it framing her face and she had minimal makeup. On her neck she had on a golden necklace with diamond pendant. Leonardo had one of his men send it over to her. She applied her Pur Oud Louis Vuitton Unisex perfume and was ready to go. A knock on the door was heard and Ana went to a
“What do you mean they left? Left to where?”, Maria asked Rosa. “Don took his wife on a date a couple of hours ago”, Rosa said as she rolled her eyes. Maria was a pest. Maria eyes popped out. “Oh..no”, she whispered. It could only mean that they were falling in love or that they could be planning to consummate their relationship. “Do you have any details on where they are?”, she asked Rosa. Rosa’s eyes swept down Maria. “Nope, not even Ana does. I am sure it was a surprise for Mrs Marcello”. “Okay then, I will find out myself”, Maria said. “Don’t bother, no one knows where they went to”, Rosa advised. “Thanks for your unsolicited advice, wench”, Maria cursed. “And yet I’m not the one tracking someone’s husband. You’re a psychopath and a bigger wench”, Rosa cursed back. She had always supported Bianca’s hate for Maria. At first she pitied her but seeing her behavior first hand convinced Rosa that Maria was shitty. Maria was taken aback. “When I get married t
SONG RECOMMENDATION: SURE THING BY MIGUEL “Yes, kitten”, Leonardo answered. They were standing in the middle of the room and he could see their reflection from the mirror. Guilt washed over him. He let go of her. “Did I do something wrong?”, Arya asked as she turned around, her eyes dripping with unsaid desires. He felt a tug in his chest. “Of course not. I think I’m moving too fast and pushing you to break your rule without giving you a choice”, he said. He has always wanted her since he set his eyes on her. She had an aura that pulls you into its depth, make you forget about everything else until you drown and everything around you get lost before you even realize it. Now he has a chance to get her but….. What was holding him back? “So you now decide to give me a break? Right in the middle of our affairs”, Arya said. She couldn’t tell him to continue without it seeming like she was doing it for him. She bit her lips. His eyes darkened and he walked out of th
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