บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Substitute Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sofia was standing at the funeral, tears streaming down her face as she mourned the loss of her beloved grandmother. She couldn't believe that she was gone and that she would never see her again. Sofia had always loved her grandmother so much. She was the only mother figure Sofia had in her life after her mama.After her mama and grandpa died, her grandmother had been the one who really cared for her. Sofia remembered how her grandmother had asked her many times to come and live with her, but her dad and stepmother, Emma, had always said no. Sofia had always wanted to live with her grandmother more than anything, but now it was too late.Sofia felt numb as she stood behind the crowd at her grandmother's funeral. She saw her father, Emma, and Kat standing in the front row, while the priest chanted something that was lost on Sofia. All she could feel was the pain inside her, consuming her every thought and emotion. Nobody noticed Sofia standing there, lost in her grief and sorrow."Why

Leonardo returned to the room, his gaze naturally drawn towards Sofia, who stood before him, a vision of ethereal beauty. The transformative power of her recent shower was evident as droplets of water clung delicately to her damp hair, glistening like precious gems in the soft lighting.Clad in a stunning pink dress that accentuated her every curve, Sofia emanated a radiant allure that captivated Leonardo's attention. His eyes met her innocent blue orbs, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.Leonardo found himself struck by Sofia's beauty, an enchanting sight that stirred a powerful attraction within him. It was as if she possessed a divine charm, an aura that transcended the boundaries of the mundane. Leonardo felt drawn to something greater, an inexplicable connection that defied rationality.As their eyes locked, Leonardo's gaze lingered, taking in every detail with a mix of awe and desire. The subtle scent of freshness and the touch of pink against Sofia's skin intertwi

Leonardo noticed the puzzled look on Sofia’s face and couldn’t stop himself from wondering—was she thinking about their wedding night again?Guilt twisted in his chest. He’d been a total asshole that night. Drunk. Rough. Scary. No wonder she seemed so unsure around him now.He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was drunk last night,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”Sofia didn’t respond. Just bit her lip nervously, eyes avoiding his. That made it worse. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, though. Even afraid, she was heartbreakingly beautiful.“I’m not gonna do anything, Sofia,” he said quietly, his voice more desperate than he meant it to be. “I promise. Not unless you’re okay with it. I mean that. I respect you.”He reached over and gently patted the comforter beside him in an unspoken invitation. After a beat of hesitation, she climbed onto the bed and settled on the far side, her back to him, curling up into a small ball. She looke

Returning to the payment area, Leonardo waited anxiously for Sofia to emerge. However, his attention was abruptly diverted as a familiar female voice called out his name. Startled, he turned to face the source of the voice, his eyes widening in surprise and apprehension. It was Diana, his ex-girlfriend, standing before him.Before he could react, Diana closed the distance between them and enveloped him in a hug, pressing her lips against his. Leonardo's mind went blank for a moment, completely caught off guard by her actions. He gently pushed her away, a mix of shock and anger flashing across his face."What are you doing, Diana? You should know that I am married," Leonardo stated firmly, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. The whole world knew about his marriage to Sofia, as it had been a grand affair covered by the media, and even their parents had made it a significant event.Diana seemed undeterred by his response, leaning against his chest once again. He firmly grasped her

Leonardo's heart pounded in his chest as fear gripped him tightly.Fear tightened its grip as he paced the mall’s perimeter with his team. He had searched everywhere—storefronts, alleys, food courts—but Sofia had vanished. The thought of her in danger gnawed at his nerves. Someone was after her. Someone wanted her dead.He split his men into groups, barking orders without slowing down. “Search every corner. If you find anything—anything—call me immediately.”Minutes stretched like hours. He couldn’t stop thinking about her—what she might be going through, whether she was scared, whether she was hurt.Then, he saw it.At the edge of a shadowed alley, a black car idled, the number plate partially obscured. Something about it felt wrong. He took a step closer—and froze.They were dragging her.A group of men, aggressive and fast, pulled Sofia toward the car. Her body fought against them, her muffled screams barely audible.“SOFIA!” Leonardo shouted, sprinting at full speed.But the car p