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
Arya woke up earlier than usual the next morning. After her conversation with Leonardo she had gone straight to bed and he went on to do whatever. She turned to her lamppost to pick up her phone when she saw a bouquet of flowers by her side. She smiled. She was hot for him but it won’t be bad if he earned it instead. Besides, nothing good comes easy and she considered herself the best. She took a warm shower and got ready. She wore a loose flowery dress with her bikini set underneath and took a walk around the resort. “I was just coming to see you”, a voice said from behind her. Arya turned around and saw the Don. Her cheeks turned pink. “Good morning”, he said as he kissed her cheeks. “Good morning”, she replied. “I thought we should have a tour before breakfast”, he said. “Funny because I had same thoughts”, she said with a smile. He returned her smile warmly. He looked more relaxed and she liked this side of him. Leonardo showed her around the resort. T
Leonardo stood with Rob in his office in the distillery. He eyed the table he had almost taken his wife on. He could feel his cock arising with just the thought. “Don, here is the rat”, a soldier said as he pushed a tied up bloody man on the floor. Leonardo raised an eyebrow. “Dominic you know I don’t give second chances”, he growled. “I know that Don. It was a mistake. I didn’t know how it got out”, Dominic begged. “Of course you wouldn’t because you were with a slut when you were to be on duty”, Rob interrupted. “You let your guard down and someone access information under your care”, he said. “Only your team knew of this and you are the leader. Once I get rid of the root of the problem, the stem and branches would fall”, Leonardo said. “Forgive me, Don. I just took some time off to relax….”, Dominic was interrupted. “Do you think our enemies are taking time off?”, Leonardo snarled. Dominic hesitated. “Answer the question you fool”, Leonardo said walking toward
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENTS AND MAY BE TOO SENSITIVE FOR SOME READERS. Leonardo could feel the tension in the air and for once, he didn’t like it. “Did I do something wrong?”, he finally asked after a while. His wife had been giving him cold shoulders. “You tell me”, Arya responded as she ate her dinner. He looked up at her. “You have been ignoring me since I got back, what happened?”, he asked. She ignored him. He sighed. “Is this because I hung up on you earlier? I have a good reason..”. “I do not want to know, Don”, she replied coldly. He sensed the formality in her voice. “Arya, I would not know what to do unless you tell me what I did to offend you. So tell me, what happened?”. “Nothing”, she replied. “I don’t know who you are but, I’d like my wife back please”, he said. “You married me but you go to other women at night, right after I accepted your courtship”, she said slightly raising her voice. “I did no such….wait a minute,
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY BE TOO SENSITIVE FOR SOME READERS SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: PLASTIC OF THE SOFA BY BEYONCÉ AND DANGEROUS BY MEEK MILL (ft. JEREMIH AND PnB ROCK). Leonardo’s hands worked wonders on her perky perfect breasts. She heard the rip of her panties and saw it being flung away from the corner of her eyes before one of his hand cupped her private part. He broke the kiss and moved to her breast, sucking and nibbling his way down her neck. He could feel her wetness dripping to her ass and it drove him insane. He further went down and placed his head between her thighs. Her eyes shine with desires and he could smell her arousal. “Fuck”. He ran his tongue over her clit slowing, teasingly. He repeated it over and over again until she began to writhe. Her chest moving up and down very rapidly. “You taste so good, princess”, he said and slipped a finger into her wet folds. “Damn, you’re already soaked for me. She gasped as s
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
The doctor adjusted the IV and checked Leonardo’s pulse before turning to Arya. “His body is processing the drug. We’re flushing it out through the IV, but it’ll take time. He might still experience some disorientation when he wakes up.”“How long?” Arya asked, her voice flat.“A few more hours, maybe a day. He’s responding better than expected.”She nodded. “Anything else?”The doctor glanced at the monitors. “We’ve done all we can. Now, it’s just a matter of letting his system recover. If anything changes, let me know immediately.”“I will.”He gave a short nod before gathering his things. “I’ll check back later.” With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him.The room smelled like antiseptic and faint traces of cologne—the one scent that still made her chest ache. The only proof that Leonardo was still here. That he hadn’t left her.Yet, in so many ways, he already had.Arya sat beside the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers curled into the sheets. Three days. Th
The knock came again. Sharp. Measured. Real. Leonardo quickly put on his clothes. He barely registered Arya opening the door. His mind was slipping, his thoughts running in circles, tangled and fraying at the edges. His grip on his gun tightened, the weight of it grounding him, tethering him to something solid in the haze clouding his vision. Then he saw her. His breath caught, his world narrowing to just her. Adriana. Slumped in Roberto’s arms. Blood soaking her chest, her breaths shallow, labored. Her dark eyes met his, the same ones Arya had inherited, and in them, he saw no anger, no blame—just acceptance. Leonardo staggered forward, his mind warring with reality. She was alive. She was hurt, dying, but she was here. And beside her, the man in the suit. The one who started all of this. The one who tore them apart. The one who needed to pay. Everything in him snapped into place. He raised his gun. “Leo…”, Arya shouted. One shot. Straight through the sui
Arya rushed into Leonardo’s arms, burying herself in his warmth. After so long, they were finally back at the cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, wrapping them in its golden heat, but it was nothing compared to the way he held her. “How was your day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. “Chaotic,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled him closer. “But I got answers.” “Ditto.” He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. “We haven’t had this in forever. Just us. No war. No blood. No ghosts.” He brushed his lips over her hair, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “I miss us. I miss you, mia cara.” She lifted her head, locking eyes with him. “I’m here now. And I need you.” That was all it took. He crashed his lips onto hers, pouring weeks of longing into the kiss. Every fight, every death, every ounce of blood spilled—it was all worth it for this. For her. He yanked her dres
Mother Superior exhaled softly, wiping the blood from her blade with a linen cloth. She turned to Arya with an expression of calm inevitability. “He would have betrayed us.” Arya’s pulse pounded against her skull. “You don’t know that!” Isabel smiled. It was almost sad. “Yes, I do.” The other nuns stood in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes watching Arya like she was the intruder here. Like she was the one who didn’t understand. Arya felt the weight of the centuries pressing down on this place, felt the shadows moving in the corners. She realized, for the first time, that maybe she didn’t know what the convent really was. And maybe she never had. “Why did you do that? God, he already gave you the information willingly,” Arya said. “With this place being a secret and all, we couldn’t risk him ratting us out. If La Hermandad got their hands on him, he’d spill everything just as easily,” Isabel said. “And what exactly are you looking for? What was worth an in
There was no way Leonardo could change her mind—not when she had already made her decision, not when she knew what was at stake. He saw it in her eyes: that quiet, unshakable resolve. It grated on him, but in the end, his agreement was nothing more than a formality. She wasn’t asking for his permission. She never had.Besides, with Bianca back in New York, Arya was their only way in. The only woman in their team. The only one with the connections to slip past the convent’s defenses unnoticed.For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to act. She wasn’t just surviving—she was needed. And that feeling? That purpose? It was intoxicating.Arya moved quickly through the stone corridors of the convent, her boots clicking against the ancient floors. The silence felt wrong. Too deep. She had been here before, but tonight, the walls seemed to breathe, pressing in on her like they knew a secret she didn’t.She turned a corner—and there wa
The air smelled of smoke and blood, the last echoes of the explosion still vibrating in their bones. Dust clung to Leonardo’s skin as he shoved a piece of rubble off his leg and pushed himself up. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing as he shook debris from his hair. Henry was gone. But his presence still lingered, thick in the air like a curse. Leonardo’s fists clenched. He had to let him go. He had no choice. Across the room, Maria lay slumped in a chair, barely conscious. The force of the explosion had thrown her across the floor, but she was still breathing. Unlucky for her. Ricardo wiped blood from his forehead and staggered to his feet. “Where’s Arya?” His voice was rough, desperate. Leonardo’s jaw tightened. “Gone.” Ricardo’s head snapped up. “What?” “My men pulled her out before the explosion,” Leonardo muttered. “She fought them, but I gave the order.” He exhaled sharply. “She’s safe.” Ricardo nodded slowly, but his eyes burned with something close to resen
The explosion rattled through the walls, a deafening burst of chaos that sent Leonardo crashing to the ground. His ears rang, his vision blurred, but instinct forced him to move. He pushed up on shaking arms, gritting his teeth against the pain. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing through the thick smoke. His face was bloodied, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his body wired for survival. Leonardo barely had a second to process the situation before he caught a glimpse of Arya beyond the cracked glass. She wasn’t running—she was fighting. “Let me go!” she shouted, twisting violently in the grip of Leonardo’s men. One of them wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her back, while another grabbed her wrists. She kicked out, thrashing against them, her voice raw with fury. “You cowards! I need to—Leonardo!” He tried to push toward her, but his legs were still unsteady. “Get her out of here!” someone barked. “Arya!” he choked out, but the heavy doors slammed shut
Ricardo’s grip on Maria’s jaw tightened. “What did you just say?” Maria laughed, a dry, humorless sound. Even half-conscious and weak, she had the audacity to find amusement in his reaction. “You heard me,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “Henry.” Ricardo’s blood ran cold. There was no way. No way in hell she should know that name. His father had been a ghost to the world, a man who moved in shadows, leaving behind nothing but blood and whispered prayers. But Arya, watching from the screen, caught something even deeper—Maria wasn’t surprised by Ricardo’s reaction. She expected it. Arya leaned forward, speaking through the AirPods in Ricardo’s ear. “She didn’t just pick that name randomly.” Ricardo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He let go of Maria, taking a step back as if physical distance could untangle the mess suddenly unfolding in his mind. He had spent years trying to bury everything related to his father, to carve out an identity that wasn’t shaped by the man’s sin