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
ONE YEAR LATER Leonardo watched her from the doorway, his arms folded as a soft smile played on his lips. Arya stood by the crib, gently stroking the twins’ hair until their breathing grew soft and even. A new mother in her element — flourishing. But he knew it wasn’t just because they were finally reunited with their babies. No, there was another weight lifted off her shoulders. Andrea’s body had washed ashore the morning after they returned to Italy. Whoever killed him had clearly found no more use for him. But Leonardo still wondered — was it Vito? He stepped forward, his voice low. “It’s been a year since we got back. The kids are happy, safe, and drowning in all the love we could give them. Are you finally ready for us?” Arya turned, eyes locking with his in that way that always made him feel like the only man in the world. “More than anything, Leo. I love our family — but throwing parties, decorating, smiling at guests — that’s not what I want to do with my life.” His smile
Arya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside.Her breath caught.An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.Isabel’s breath hitched. “I thought that was destroyed during the final battle between the Order and the Sisterhood — over fifty years ago.”Arya’s fingers hovered over the objects. “What exactly is it?”Dolores stepped forward, her face grim. “It’s a weapon. That device can override every military system on earth. Nukes, missiles, satellites — you name it. With the right codes, you could trigger wars from this room. The book holds those codes, a
The silence after Henry’s death was suffocating. Leonardo and Arya stood over his body, blood painting their hands and faces, their breath ragged and uneven. The room was littered with corpses, a battlefield stained with loyalty and betrayal.Ricardo and Roberto had finished off the remaining men, but Isabel barely had a moment to breathe before a rough hand seized her arm.“Let go of me!” Isabel struggled, but the man twisted her arm behind her back, dragging her toward the far end of the room. Leonardo’s gun snapped up, finger curling around the trigger — but before anyone could react, a single, sharp gunshot rang out.The man crumpled at Isabel’s feet, blood pouring from a hole between his eyes.Dolores stood a few feet away, smoke curling from her pistol. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of unresolved rage. “No one touches another woman in front of me again.”Isabel stumbled into Arya’s arms, trembling. “It’s over,” Arya whispered. “You’re safe now.”But then A
“You remind me of him…” Andreas’ voice slithered through the tension like a blade through silk. Leonardo didn’t move, didn’t lower his gun. His heart was a hammer against his ribs, but his hand was steady, aimed straight at Andreas’ head. And yet, the Pope only smiled. “Vito. Your grandfather. You have his temper… his instincts.” A pause, measured, deliberate. Then, softer—“His arrogance.” “You were close to him,” Leonardo said. His voice was steady, but inside, something twisted. Andreas smiled. “Closer than you think. He would have been proud of you, Leonardo. If only he were still alive.” Leonardo’s jaw tensed. Andreas had been a ghost from his past, a man he had once admired, a mentor in a strange way. And now, he was standing against him, speaking about his grandfather as if— He didn’t have time to unpack it. Because in the next second, Ricardo’s gun cracked, the shot echoing through the chamber. Leonardo had silently given the signal, and Ricardo took the sh
Arya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.Hadn’t it?Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come back for his pay.”Isabel gasped, her breath hitching. “Wha—”“I beg you, Isabel.” Henry’s voice turned colder, almost bored. “Don’t speak until you’re spoken to. Now that I’m no longer pretending, I can admit—I never could tolerate you. Always rushing to do the right thing for the church, as if doing good has ever brought you good luck.”Leonardo stepped forward, his
A second of stunned silence stretched between them. Then, as if a trigger had been pulled, everyone moved at once. Ricardo’s hand flew to his gun. Leonardo stepped protectively in front of Arya. Dolores unsheathed a hidden dagger from her belt, while Isabel squared her stance, ready for a fight. Roberto cocked his pistol, finger already on the trigger. But Henry didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. And then—the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the underground chamber, vibrating up their legs. Dust rained from the ceiling. The ancient stone beneath their feet groaned, as if something massive had just shifted deep within the earth. For a fraction of a second, everyone hesitated. And that was all Henry needed. A single, sharp whistle left his lips. A sniper’s laser appeared—red and deadly—right over Arya’s forehead. Leonardo’s stomach dropped. “Ah-ah,” Henry tutted, raising a single finger. “You know, I’d really rather not get blood all over these nic
Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door.“He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said.Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.”“Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.Penelope placed a comforting hand on Isabel’s shoulder.Dolores didn’t pause—she kept moving through the secret passage, and the others followed. The walkway was dimly lit by old, slow-burning lanterns, their glass clouded with dust. Cobwebs hung in thick strands, untouched for what must have been decades. The walls were covered in strange symbols, a forgotten language carved into the stone.“I
Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, swirling through the ruined convent like ghosts mourning the dead. The scent of burning wood mixed with the coppery tang of blood. The once-pristine courtyard was unrecognizable—bodies lay strewn across the stone floor, habits stained red, fingers still curled around the weapons they had fought with. Bullet holes riddled the chapel walls, and shattered stained-glass windows cast fragmented colors onto the carnage below. Flames crackled in the distance, devouring part of the east wing, their light flickering like dying prayers. Arya stepped over a body, careful not to let her boots slip on the slickness of fresh blood. She felt Leonardo’s presence beside her, solid and tense. Roberto and Ricardo moved with weapons drawn, scanning for any remaining threats. But the battle, for now, had paused. The dead had no more fight left in them. And in the heart of it all stood Isabel. She was drenched in blood, her gray-streaked hair matted with sweat. A
The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so