“You startled me”, she said eyeing the gorgeous man in her view.
“I didn’t mean to”, he said as he turned around and sat next to her on the plush soft loveseat. “But you did”, Arya said. “I know, Arya”, he replied back. “It’s so unfair you know my name and I don’t know yours”, Arya said, sad that she wasn’t even given the courtesy of knowing her betrothed name. “If it means that much to you then my name is Leonardo”, he replied. She studied his look. He had a bad boy look with his rugged beard and grey piercing eyes, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. His broad shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world, and Arya couldn't help but be intrigued by this mysterious man named Leonardo. “You want one?”, he asked her as he gave her a pack of cigarettes, offering her one. “I don’t smoke”, she replied him. Leonardo withdrew his pack of cigarettes and gave it to one of the waiters passing by. “Okay. I don’t like women who smoke cigarettes in the first place”, he replied nonchalantly. “Then why did you give it to me?”, Arya asked with a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance. Leonardo looked at her, a small smirk forming on his lips. “I wanted to see if you could be pressured”, he asked her. Arya crossed her arms and smirked back at him. "Well, you clearly underestimated me," she replied calmly. “I wonder what kind of woman you are. I can’t quite read you, but I’ll find out in due time, wife”, Leonardo said. “Did you agree to this marriage?”, Arya asked. “Don’t ask too many questions now, baby”, Leonardo said. “I’m not baby, I’m Arya”, she said softly. “Okay……baby”, Leonardo said, clearly taunting her. “At least you’re not ugly, on the outside……..yet”, Arya said to him, squinting slightly. “Yet? Are you threatening me wife?”, he asked, irritated. Arya was taken aback by his sudden reaction. “No, I meant you’re not ugly on the outside unless you’re ugly on the inside. So if you’re a bad man, automatically you’re an ugly man”, Arya said trying to soothe him. She shuddered at what her father would do if she annoys her betrothed. Leonardo laughed. “Look at you, how can you even threaten a bunny? I was pulling your legs”, he said, chuckling at Arya’s behavior. “You’re beginning to get ugly. It’s not cool to tease people”, she said. “Come on Arya, I run many cartels and mingle with bad people everyday. No one dares question me when I speak. I’m not just a bad man, I’m dangerous”, Leonardo said as he turned to her. “Is that suppose to scare me?”, she asked. “It should”, he answered with a bored expression. “I’m sorry, it didn’t”, she taunted. Leonardo leaned closer to her. He was close to her that he could see her lashes very clearly and they were dark and luscious, just like her hair. Arya’s breath hitched as Leonardo leaned very close to her, she flinched and his expression changed. “Why did you flinch?”, he asked her, upset. “I thought you were going to hit me”, she said, trying to steady her breath. “Why would I hit you?”, he asked. “You tell me”, she answered. “You know, you got guts. I like that!”, he said and moved away from her. Her scent was overwhelming up close and he was getting ideas. She smelt like roses and vanilla. Arya sat up straight and her eyes strayed into the crowd and she saw Carls watching her. She got nervous and started to play with her fingers. “Why are you doing that? It’s awfully disturbing to watch you do that”, Leonardo said, bringing her out of her thoughts. “Then don’t watch”, she snapped back. Leonardo raised an eyebrow and she sighed. “I’m sorry for snapping”, she said. Leonardo looked at her father and looked back at her. He immediately understood that there was something more going on. The engagement ceremony went on smoothly and it was time to exchange rings. Two maids stood by Arya and Leonardo’s side each holding a gold tray containing ring boxes. Leonardo took the ring on his side from the tray and signaled Arya to give him her hands. Arya looked into the crowds and wondered if there was a way around this. No one would help her out and she knew this. Hesitantly, she placed her hands on Leonardo’s and he slipped the ring on slowly, maintaining eye contact. The guests cheered and clapped and Arya slipped the ring on Leonardo’s finger. They stood close to each other as the cameras around them started clicking. “And by the way, I’d never hit a woman, at least not one as delicate and exquisite like you”, Leonardo whispered in Arya’s ears. Arya felt a shiver down her spine as Leonardo's whispered words sent a chill through her body and left a budding sensation in her tummy. Soon, the celebration came to an end and guest started leaving the hall. Arya walked up to her family and her mother, Camille, enveloped her in a hug. “Let’s go home sister. You need to rest”, Antonio said to her and Dante held her hands. “You seem to be getting comfortable around your husband to be”, Carls said to Arya. “At least he is not a monster that hits women like you do”, Arya said, forgetting for a moment she was talking to her demon father. “What the fuck did you say?” Carls asked and held her arms tightly, so tightly that she started to bleed. “You think you can speak to me in that manner because your fiancé is a big shot, huh?”, Carls asked angrily. “Let go of her father!”, Antonio and Dante said simultaneously. Carls glared at the two brothers, his grip tightening on Arya's arms. Antonio's rage began to boil as he watched Carls harm his beloved sister. “Let go of her Carls, she’s in pain and this is no place for this”, Camille said to her husband. “I think you should listen to your wife”, a voice said calmly. Carls turned to the direction of the voice and his eyes widened.Carls reluctantly released Arya's arms, his expression contorting with a mixture of anger and frustration. “So this is why she was nervous earlier?”, Leonardo asked no one in particular. “You don’t understand. You know these things, women should always be put in their place”, Carls said to him. His family saw him scared for the first time in their entire lives. Leonardo scoffed. "Put in their place?” he sneered, raising an eyebrow. "Carlos, you're playing with fire. But this...this goes beyond our usual dealings. Don’t lay your hands on my woman ever again”, he spat. People hurriedly left the environment before Leonardo looses it. He is very popular for his temper and ruthlessness. Nobody wanted to get caught up in the crossfire between two powerful mafia families although Leonardo is more powerful. “Your woman? You can’t just say you love after just meeting her once”, Carls asked and said like Leonardo was ridiculous. “It is none of your business. She’s getting marr
“You look gorgeous, miss”, Rosa said to Arya as she studied her look. Arya looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned towards Rosa. She gave her a hug. “You dress me up so well, Rosa”, Arya said. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless yellow dinner dress. “I fear I must mistress. In this house, it’s a rule to dress presentable to the dining hall”, Rosa said. Arya scoffed. Of course, she already knew. It’s mandatory to dress well to the dining hall in ever mafia home. Rosa led Arya downstairs to the dining hall. Arya looked around in awe. Sure her family was wealthy, but it’s nothing compared to Leonardo’s wealth and it was obvious. The dining hall looked elegant and expensive. Alfredo and Amelia were already sitting at the dining hall. “Here comes our darling new daughter”, Alfredo said. Amelia stood up and walked up to Arya, she held her in a motherly hug and they both sat down. Arya was glad that her husband’s parents were nice people. “*Buonasera*”, she gre
“Let me go! We just had sex, nothing more”, a brunette girl tied to a chair said. She had blood all over her from the beating she had received earlier. “Well that’s the problem! I warned you to stay away from my Leonardo didn’t I?”, a blonde woman said to her. “But he ordered me. I couldn’t refuse the Don. We’re all his mistresses and he calls on us when he deems fit”, the brunette said. Maria, the blonde, slapped her and she coughed out blood. “You won’t stay away so there is only one thing to do”, Maria said, menacingly. “Maria listen to me”, the brunette said desperately and continued, “I am not the enemy here. Don is getting married and if you want him that bad then ruin his plans. You’re wasting your time by killing me, I am not a threat”. “Oh, poor Emma. I know what I must do, I do not need you to tell me. By the way, nobody is a threat to me”, Maria said as she pulled the trigger. The sound of a single gunshot echoed through the room. “N
“Seems like you forgot our marriage was arranged by our families”, Leonardo replied unfazed. “I know. You initiated the proposal, didn’t you?”, Arya asked with furrowed brows. “Frowning will age you quickly, amoree”, Leonardo said as flicked her forehead. “Then answer me quickly”, Arya retorted, slapping his hand away. Leonardo let out a sigh and started walking again. He wondered how Arya could slap the hand of the Don while she tailed behind him. “Leonardo”, Arya called him softly making him come to an halt. “Fine. I didn’t arrange our marriage”, Leonardo replied as he turned to face her. “But Bianca….”, Arya trailed off. “Bianca is mischievous. By the way, women shouldn’t be getting involved with mafia politics”, Leonardo said and he saw a flicker in her eyes. “What do you mean by that? I thought you respected women”, Arya asked sarcastically. Leonardo raised an eyebrow at her question and statement. Arya was nothing like the stories he had
“Why should I wear a black wedding dress? I don’t want that”, Arya whined. She just had her skin care routine done, had pins in various places on her hair and is presently standing in her walk-in closet, soaking in the horror of wearing a dark wedding dress. “I’m sorry ma’m. Don picked out the dress himself and I dare not go against him”, Rosa, her maid said politely. ‘Oh, he picked my wedding dress, how convenient’, Arya thought to herself. “Where is my seamstress”, she asked Rosa after a while. “She’s right outside the door, would you like to make any amend”, Rosa asked. ‘Amend, funny’, Arya laughed in her head. “I want her and her entire team here right now. Get them whatever they need to make a new wedding dress”, Arya said in a tone that left no room for argument. Rosa looked like she had seen a ghost. “It’s just five hours till the wedding. Don would….” “Don won’t do anything about it. A girl only experience this once. I’m getting married
Leonardo looked at Arya like she had horns. Not only did she wear a different color but she also went against him purposely. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t send you back to change”, he asked more annoyed at the fact that the dress was doing something to him. Arya was wearing a red body con-ish silk dress with lace embroidery. It was an exquisite wedding dress, characterized by its intricate detailing and elegant design. The gown features a breathtaking long red veil that adds a touch of grace and sophistication to the bridal attire. The dress is adorned with embellishments that highlight its luxurious texture, with lace elements that contribute to its delicate and romantic appeal. The color, red, eluded sensuality and it clung to her curves provocatively. The contrast of her bright red dress with the black and grey theme made her stand out. “The dress you picked out isn’t for me. It looked outdated. You have good taste in fashion for yourself but not for me”, Arya replied
Arya and Leonardo were on their way to the villa in the newly wedded couple’s car. The silence between them was getting louder and louder each second. “Mrs. Marcello”, Leonardo said with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window. “You know we have to share a bedroom now. The families are expecting an heir soon”, he added. Arya could feel the blood going to her cheeks as it turned bright red. She was utterly flustered and she prayed Leonardo didn’t notice, but oh, he did. Nothing gets past him. “I wonder what you’re thinking about, your cheeks are very red. Like your dress”, he said. Her hair was tied in an up do. “Don’t you know when you’re being ignored?”, she asked. “I do but I don’t care”, he responded. “Leave me alone”, she said. “You know I can’t, I have to give the families an heir. Get over here”, he said as he pulled her to him. She gasped. In one move the Don ha
“What the fuck?”, Bianca said. “I am here for the wedding reception. Leonardo invited me personally”, Maria said holding up her invitation. Bianca reached out to take it but Maria held it back. During this conversation, Fin had managed to excuse himself. “Don’t get smart. I have my eyes on you and sure, once I get the chance, I’d confirm with Leonardo”, Bianca said and she walked away. Maria rolled her eyes. ‘I better get to action’, she thought. ********************************** After Leonardo gave her the anklet, he walked to a corner to talk to Rob. Their conversation seemed pretty heated. She watched Leonardo expression turn dark and she knew it was work related, which of course meant that someone was going to die. Their eyes met and he walked towards her. “I’m sorry kitten. Would you give me a second?”, he asked, his gaze softening for her. “Who’s going to die now?”, she asked sarcastically. “Don’t you worry about it. I’ll be back in a few minutes”, h
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