Leonardo placed Arya gently on the bed and laid beside her. “Babe, you’re getting thicker”, Leonardo said. Arya froze midway to bag of chips. “Are you body shaming me?”, she retorted. Leonardo almost fainted at the thought. “Of course not, babe. I love your body, you are a literal goddess”. “But you called me fat”, she said, tears forming in her eyes. Leonardo was lost for words or actions. “Babe, I only said you’re getting thicker, not fatter. It’s natural to be full and heavy while pregnant”. “I’m not only fatter, I’m also heavier?”, she asked, her sad expression turning into an angry one. She pulled his ears. “Huh?”, she asked. Leonardo slapped his forehead lightly. “Baby, I said you’re thicker. Your body is more curvaceous and ripe, you look and feel like a pregnant woman, not to say you look fat”, he said in a low and soothing voice. Arya squinted her eyes. “You’re sure?”. “Of course, love. You so sexy even with your fuller breast”, he said. She’s been
Leonardo and Arya entered the visitor hall holding hands. Waiting for them was an old friend of Leonardo’s. “Don, you honor me with an invitation to your villa”, the visitor said. “Russo, I’m glad you could make it”, Leonardo said. They shook hands briefly. “Babe, this is Russo. He is an old friend of mine”, Leonardo said to his wife. Arya raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, how did you become friends with this block of ice?”, she asked Russo. “Someone finally asked the right question! Don, I must say, I like your wife”, Russo said to the Don. Leonardo gently pulled Arya behind him and gave Russo a deadly look. “I’ll spare your jaw from dislocating today but the next time you utter a sentence like that, you won’t be lucky”, he said. “I’m sorry, Don”, Russo said. He stepped around Leonardo, so deliberately it was almost like he was taunting him, and held out his hand. “Russo Alonso.” “Arya Mig….er Marcello.” She refused to take his hand and Leonardo gloated
“Lock down the shopping mall” Leonardo shouted to his guard next to him. He rushed into the changing room. “Arya….”, he said. She looked at him with fear. “What’s wrong? You screamed”, he said. She pointed at the wall and a spider was nearby. Wait! A spider! He never knew Arya had fear of spiders. “Come here”, he said, pulling her to him and held her as they walked out of the changing room. He signaled the sales representative to check out the spider and do something about it. “I thought it was something else. You scared me half to death”, Leonardo said as he kissed her head. “Did you see that spider? It was huge”, she said. “Sorry princess, we could check out the other places”, he said to her. She gave it a thought. Leonardo ran his eyes over her again looking for signs of anything that might have hurt her. “Chill out, I’m fine. I was only frightened”, she said as she noticed his worried look. “I can’t help but worry about you”, he said. The sale
“Did we do something wrong, ma’m?”, Rosa asked. “Oh, not at all. I just wanted to get used to doing my own stuff myself for a while”, Arya said. She dropped her glass of red wine on the bath stool. Her naked body was covered in bath bubbles and her hair was in a messy updo. “You no longer use our services. Ma’m, if you must know, I really enjoy my job because I get to be around you. It’s not just a job to me”, Rosa said. Ana, the other maid, seconded. “It’s very true”. “Relax guys. You are not in any trouble. I enjoy getting ready on my own now, but I’ll still need your services in the future. Besides, I’m always here if you want to talk”, Arya said. She meant every word. Ana was her maid but also her friend. They both grew up together in her father’s mansion. Rosa was also more than a maid to her, she was very nice to her when she moved into the villa. “We believe you, ma’m. I guess we were worried for nothing”, Ana said. “Don will be back anytime soon but I promi
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY BE SENSITIVE FOR SOME READERS. SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: RODEO (REMIX) LAH PAT AND FLO MILLI, AND FETISH BY SELENA GOMEZ Leonardo felt Arya’s pulse slow as his hands slide over her perfect perky twin breast. He kissed her neck and rub her tummy, his fingers touching her belly button as his hands moved. “Hmmmm”, she murmured and his dick jerked up in reaction. It’s always been this way. She exists and his cock reacts to everything she does. “How was your day?”, he asked. She grumbled. “Now isn’t the time to discuss that”. He chuckled softly. She was enjoying his touch all over her tummy, he could tell. He moved his hands back to her breasts and squeezed her nipples lightly. His head dipped into her neck and he planted a kiss there. “You’re right, kitten. Now is not the time for that because I’ve missed you terribly”, he rumbled on her skin. They hadn’t had sex in a while because of his work, he inhaled
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY BE TOO SENSITIVE FOR SOME READERS. He gently placed her on the bed and laid down on beside her. “So your idea of an orgasm I’ll never forget is staring at the ceiling? Because it’s flopping terribly”, Arya said. Leonardo smirked. “Just wait a couple of seconds”, he said as he stared at the alarm clock next to him. The moment the alarm rang, the thin silk covering the ceiling fell, revealing mirrors in the ceiling. Arya’s eyes popped out of their sockets. “Oh my goodness. When did you do this?”, she asked. He caught her eyes in the mirror. “I’ll never tell”. “I love it, I really do love it”, she said, her eyes shining. “You can now get the perfect view of the things I want to do to you”, he said and removed the strands of hair from her face. “With an offer like that how can I say no?”, she teased back. Leonardo’s expression of amusement changed into something else, something much dark it sent a chi
Leonardo laid on her body as they panted for breath. He rolled off her and their eyes locked in the mirror. “Is that an orgasm you’ll never forget or not?”, he asked her teasingly. Arya smiled shyly and turned away from him. She blushed when she heard his soft chuckle. “You can tell me if you want more”, he drawled. “I don’t”, she said. He spooned her. “Why?”. “I am afraid I won’t have the willpower to stop”, she flirted. “Then why stop?”, he asked. He wanted her so much but he didn’t want to go on for her own good. She was pregnant and exhausted, it’s best if he takes his hands of her for a while. “Because we have a life to live, other than that I don’t see any reason”, she answered. “Not also the fact that you’re pregnant and exhausted?”, he asked. This woman always surprises him. She never makes it easy. “Oh, hell no. I can go all night long. I’m more worried about you”, she threw at him as she moved out of his warm embrace, much to her dismay, and stood
Arya woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. She salivated even before opening her eyes. “Good morning, princess”, Leonardo said as he sat next to her. There was a breakfast stool on the bed packed with pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast. He didn’t forget to add her favourite smoothie. “Good morning, husband. All this for me?”, she asked with a smile. “Yes, wife. And there are many more to come”, he said. Arya’s mouth fell. “This is enough to feed us both and two other people”. “Yes, but you need to eat for two. I don’t want my daughter hungry and stressing her mum”, he said with a stern look. In that moment, Arya felt her heart clench. She definitely wasn’t eating all of that but she loved that he….wait a minute! “You said daughter, how did you know that?”, she asked. “I don’t know for sure. I am just manifesting it”, he responded. If the size of her breakfast shocked her, then Leonardo’s statement electrocuted her. “Manifesting? Really?”, she asked. He
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