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Chapter 321 Unfortunate Leonardo's

with worry, realizing that someone was after Sofia, someone who wanted her dead.

heart pounded in his chest as fear gripped him tightly. He had searched tirelessly for Sofia, but she remained elusive. Now, with his men by his side, they scoured every shop and store near the mall, desperately hoping to find any trace of her. His mind raced As Leonardo's men fanned out in different directions, he felt a mix of frustration and anxiety building within him. He instructed them to inform him immediately if they discovered any sign of Sofia. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he prayed silently for her safety, his mind consumed by thoughts of the danger she could be facing.

Lost in his thoughts, Leonardo walked past a secluded corner when something caught his eye-a car parked nearby, its number plate bearing an unusual mark. His heart skipped a beat as he observed a group of individuals forcefully dragging Sofia toward the vehicle. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted toward them, his determination fueling his speed. But they were swift, quickly jumping into the car and speeding away, taking Sofia with them.

"Fuck!!!" Leonardo shouted in a fit of anger and frustration.

He had missed them by mere inches, his breath ragged from the intense pursuit. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he dialed Mark's number. With a single ring, Mark answered, sensing the urgency in Leonardo's voice.

"Sofia is kidnapped," Leonardo uttered, his voice filled with a mixture of rage and desperation.

"What? Boss, are you serious?" Mark replied, his shock evident.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"I want you to find them as soon as possible," Leonardo commanded, his voice firm and determined. "If they so much as lay a finger on her, I won't leave them alive. Is that clear?"

Mark attempted to respond, but the words faded into the background as Leonardo's mind raced. He strained to think of who could be behind Sofia's abduction and where they might have taken her. Anger burned within him, fueling his relentless pursuit to save his wife from whatever danger she faced.

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The goons ran the car at full speed, careening through the streets while Sofia remained clueless about their destination. The car screeched to a halt, and without any regard for her well-being, they forcefully dragged her out. Disoriented and frightened, Sofia stumbled as they pulled her towards a foreboding structure that resembled a desolate warehouse.

With a rough shove, they threw her into a dark, damp room. The echoes of their cruel laughter reverberated in her ears as they slammed the heavy door shut, leaving her trapped in the pitch-black space. Sofia's heart raced with a mix of fear and confusion, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of her situation.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her arm as one of the goons injected her with a sedative. The world around her blurred, and her consciousness faded into darkness once again.

When Sofia finally regained consciousness, her surroundings were no less bleak. She found herself lying on the cold, hard floor of the dimly lit room. Her hands and legs were bound tightly, rendering her immobile. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to sit up, only to be met with the stark reality of her restraints. Her attempts to escape proved futile, intensifying her feelings of helplessness.

In that moment of despair, Sofia's thoughts turned to prayer. She pleaded with all her heart for divine intervention, desperately hoping that some form of salvation would find its way to her. She couldn't fathom why she had been targeted, why she had been forcibly taken to this ominous place. The answers eluded her, leaving her with a deep sense of confusion and dread.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Sofia anxiously awaited her fate. She knew that nobody would willingly pay a ransom for her release. She felt a chilling realization settling in there as no one coming to save

her. The weight of her vulnerability bore down on her, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She felt the overwhelming grip of helplessness tighten around her, threatening to consume her entirely.

Then, with a creak, the door swung open, revealing the figure of the menacing man who had orchestrated her abduction. His presence sent shivers down Sofia's spine, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and apprehension. Sofia's eyes widened with fear as the man's chilling words echoed in her ears.

"So, you woke up? Good for you. The boss will be coming to meet you, and then your fate will be decided, whether you will live or die," he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. His smirk sent shivers down her spine, and she could sense the impending danger that awaited her.

He moved closer, closing the distance between them, and forcefully gripped her chin, his touch rough and unsettling.

Leaning in, his face mere inches away from hers, he whispered with a threatening tone, "Until my boss comes, my boys will have fun with you. You better cooperate with us, or your death will be more painful."

Sofia's eyes widened further, her mind reeling with horrifying possibilities. What did he mean? What were they planning to do to her? She desperately wanted to ask, to plead for mercy, but her mouth was sealed shut, rendering her voiceless.

His touch lingered, his fingers grazing her cheek before he finally released her. Stepping back, he gestured to the other men in the room, who had been silently observing the exchange. Sofia's heart sank as she watched them approach, their intentions clear and sinister.

Men of varying builds and demeanors closed in on her, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of anticipation. Fear gripped her entire being as she became surrounded by their menacing presence. She could feel their gazes on her, their intentions palpable in the air.

Sofia's mind raced, desperately

searching for a way out, for any

sliver of hope in this nightmare. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Trapped, bound, and unable to defend herself, she braced herself for what lay ahead, silently praying for someone to come to her rescue.

She was horrified as they lunged at her. She was desperate to shout, but her lips were sealed. Very soon, their hands were everywhere on her. They

started touching her everywhere é

She felt so dirty and bad. She

wanted to scream, but her voice muffled inside the tape. She wanted to punch and kick. But her hands and legs were tied. They were assaulting a helpless girl, and they called themselves men.

She shouted in my mind, 'Don't touch me, you monsters, let me go.'

But no one was able to hear her. She prayed in her mind to God to please send someone to save her. She didn't want to die like this.

It would be better if they killed me rather than do dirty things to me. She cried to God.

at that moment before they would do anything.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was thrashing her body and head to dodge herself. But they had no effect. They just kept touching her. Suddenly, a man started ripping her dress from the front. She squeezed her eyes tightly and just prayed that she had died

 

Chapter 322

Sofia heard the sound of the door breaking with a loud bang, and a gunshot echoed throughout the room. The sudden noise jolted her out of her dazed state, and her eyes snapped open. She struggled to focus, her heart pounding in her chest, as she realized the man who had been ripping her dress was now lifeless, sprawled across her. It was the bullet that had ended his life, bringing an abrupt halt to the nightmare she had been trapped in.

Amidst the chaos, Sofia's ears were filled with the deafening sound of multiple gunshots reverberating throughout the room. One by one, she witnessed the assailants around her collapsing onto the floor, their bodies hitting the ground with heavy thuds. The acrid smell of smoke filled the air, obscuring her vision and making it difficult to discern what was happening.

Through the haze, Sofia's blurry eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing amidst the chaos.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Leonardo. His presence alone seemed to command the room, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a burning intensity. The anger emanating from his body was palpable, his face etched with a deadly expression that struck fear into anyone who dared to meet his gaze. Behind him, several of his loyal men stood, their faces masked with determination, clutching their guns tightly in their hands.

As Leonardo's gaze fell upon Sofia, a pained expression crossed his face, momentarily replacing the anger and intensity. With an urgency born out of love and concern, he sprinted towards her, the chaos around him seemingly fading into the background. Dropping to his knees beside her, he cradled her in his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"I am so sorry, Sofia. I could not make it on time," Leonardo whispered in her ear, his voice thick with sorrow and regret. His words carried the weight of the pain in his heart, a testament to the lengths he would go to protect her.

He pulled away and looked at her face, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness. He gently removed the tape from her mouth, peeling it off slowly to avoid causing any discomfort.

He swept her hair away from her face, his touch gentle and comforting, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you okay, baby girl?"

His words hung in the air, but she couldn't muster a response. She was still in shock, unable to believe what she was witnessing. It was a harsh reality she had never anticipated, not knowing she had been living among such dangerous people.

Just then, Mark entered the room, his grip tight on the hair of the menacing man he had captured. With a forceful throw, he brought the man down in front of Leonardo, their leader. The man, bearing the scars of a violent past, trembled on the floor, fear etched deeply in his eyes. Leonardo, his face hardening with determination, pulled away from Sofia and rose to his feet. He approached the man with a predatory grace, his steps deliberate and controlled. Each stride carried an air of authority as if he were a lion closing in on its prey.

Without hesitation, Leonardo's leg shot out, connecting with the man's shin in a swift and powerful kick. The man cried out in pain, his body curling in an instinctive attempt to alleviate the intense agony.

"Tell me who your boss is and why he kidnapped Sofia?" Leonardo roared in anger. But the scary man didn't reply.

Leonardo, seething with frustration, grabbed the man's hair and yanked him up forcefully. With a fierce swing of his fist, he landed a brutal blow on the man's abdomen. The impact was so powerful that the scary man coughed violently, spitting out blood. Sofia couldn't bear to witness the violence, so she averted her gaze, focusing her attention elsewhere.

In that split second, Sofia's eyes caught sight of a figure on the floor, slowly rising. It was the man who had been lying there motionless, seemingly lifeless. To her horror, he reached out and grabbed hold of a nearby gun. His eyes gleamed with sinister intent as he aimed the weapon toward Leonardo. Unbeknownst to everyone in the room, their attention was entirely focused on the confrontation between Leonardo and the scary man.

Filled with a sudden sense of urgency, Sofia's voice pierced through the tense atmosphere, "Mr. Morelli!"

Reacting swiftly, Leonardo turned

towards Sofia's voice, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. Just as he did a deafening gunshot shattered the air, causing Sofia to shut her eyes in fear instinctively. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, drowning out the chaotic sounds around her. Moments later, she heard another gunshot, adding to her terror.

With trepidation, Sofia cautiously opened her eyes, peeking through her eyelashes. To her immense relief, she saw Leonardo still standing tall and unharmed. However, her eyes then shifted downward, revealing the horrifying sight of the scary man sprawled motionless on the floor, a pool of blood rapidly forming around him.

Sofia's eyes widened in shock as they snapped toward the man who had just fired the gunshot. The deafening sound echoed through the room, causing her heart to race in her chest. The man fell to the floor, lifeless, and standing behind him was Mark, his hand still clutching the gun tightly.

The scene around Sofia was one of chaos and death. The room was littered with bodies, victims of this violent encounter. It was as if Leonardo and his men were accustomed to such brutality, standing there unaffected like it was just another day for them.

Leonardo approached Sofia, his

footsteps were heavy on the bloodstained floor. He lowered himself to her level, his eyes filled with concern. With a gentle touch he untied Sofia's legs, allowing her to stand on her own shaky feet. Then, he freed her hands from their restraints, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the circumstances.

Leaning closer, Leonardo caressed Sofia's cheeks, his voice filled with urgency and worry. "Are you okay, Sofia? Please say something," he pleaded, his eyes searching for any sign of her well-being.

Sofia tried to speak, but her throat constricted with emotion. Tears streamed down her face relentlessly, and she struggled to control her sobs. She pressed her lips tightly together, fighting against the urge to break down completely.

She gathered the front of her torn dress in her hands, her eyes filled with pain. Leonardo's face reflected the same anguish as he hugged her tightly.

"I am so sorry, Sofia. I am late. I couldn't protect you when they were kidnapping you. Please forgive me," Leonardo whispered, his voice heavy with regret and pain.

He continued repeating his apologies, his voice laden with guilt. Sofia wanted to assure him that it wasn't his fault, but her voice refused to escape her throat. Though she longed to reciprocate the embrace, she stood still, allowing him to hold her close and whisper his remorse into her ears.

Mark approached Leonardo and handed him his jacket. Leonardo gratefully accepted it and gently wrapped it around Sofia's trembling form.

"Can you walk?" Leonardo's eyes watched her with concern, and something very delicate mixed in it.

Sofia could only manage a nod in response. Leonardo wrapped his arms around her shoulder, offering support, and guided her towards the door. However, as she took a step forward, her weakened state caused her to stumble. She was on the verge of collapsing to the floor, but Leonardo reacted swiftly slipping

his arm around her waist and catching her before she could hit the ground.

With utmost care, he lifted her up into his arms, cradling her gently, and began making his way toward the door. The weight of Sofia in his embrace did nothing to deter him as he focused on ensuring her safety.

 

Chapter 323 My Husband Is A Mafia

As Leonardo and Sofia finally arrived at their car, Mark, their trusted friend, hurriedly opened the door for them. Leonardo, with the utmost care, guided Sofia to the backseat, ensuring her comfort. He settled beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and gently pulled her closer to him. Sofía leaned her head against his chest, finding solace in his touch. Throughout the drive, Leonardo continued to stroke Sofia's hair, his fingers gliding through the soft strands. His voice, filled with tenderness and concern, whispered comforting words into her ears like a soothing melody.

"It's okay, Sofia," Leonardo murmured softly. "You're safe now. I've got you. They can't hurt you anymore. No one can harm you. I'll protect you with everything I have."

His voice was laced with determination, a promise that he intended to keep. As he spoke, it seemed as though he was not just comforting Sofia but also reassuring himself. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Sofia remained silent throughout the drive, her thoughts swirling in her mind like a turbulent storm. She gazed out of the car window, watching the passing landscape without truly seeing it. Leonardo asked after every minute as if he couldn't get enough of hearing that she was okay. His heart was thumping loud beneath her head.

Every time Leonardo asked a question, Sofia nodded without uttering a word. The weight of her emotions prevented her from finding the right words to express her inner turmoil. As they continued on the journey, Sofia's exhaustion started to take its toll. Fatigue seeped into her bones, and she couldn't fight the weariness any longer.

Unable to keep her eyes open, Sofia closed them, surrendering herself to the embrace of sleep. Time passed, and the car journey transitioned into a hazy blur for her. The next thing Sofia knew, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying on a hotel room bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to recall how she got there.

As she shifted on the bed, moving the covers away, finding she was naked. Shock coursed through her veins, and she quickly clutched the covers, pulling them up to cover her body. Panic began to creep into her voice.

"Why... Why am I lying naked on the bed?" she whispered to herself.

The room was quiet, and Sofia's mind raced to comprehend the situation. Her memory seemed like fragments of shattered glass.

Sofia's heart raced as she heard the sound of the door creak open. Her eyes widened, and she held her breath, her body tense with anticipation. Leonardo stepped into the room, engrossed in a conversation on his phone. His voice echoed in the quiet space, the words indecipherable to Sofia's ears.

As his gaze fell upon her, a wave of relief washed over Leonardo's face. He quickly ended the call, placing his phone on the nearby table, and rushed towards her. Concern etched deep lines on his forehead.

"You woke up, baby. How are you feeling?" Leonardo's voice was filled with genuine worry as he sat down beside her on the bed.

He reached out his hand, hoping to offer her comfort. Sofia instinctively shrank back, pulling the covers up to her neck, clutching them tightly in her trembling fists.

Confusion clouded Leonardo's eyes as he registered Sofia's reaction. His brows furrowed, and he searched her face for answers.

"What happened, Baby girl? Why are you still scared? I told you no one could harm you." His voice trembled with a mix of pain and guilt, his words pleading for her understanding.

Sofia swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts to find her voice amidst the turmoil within. She met Leonardo's gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. It took a moment before she could finally find the strength to speak.

"Why am I lying naked on the bed?" she questioned, her voice barely audible, as if afraid of the answer.

She looked towards him, her eyes searching for an explanation, his eyes meeting hers.

"Your dress was dirty," he replied, his voice strained. "And I didn't want you to sleep with some bad memories." His expression tightened while letting out the last two. She wanted to understand, to untangle the knots in her mind, but he seemed reluctant to offer any further explanation.

"Listen!" He reached out to touch her cheek, an instinctive attempt to bridge the growing emotional distance between them. But she flinched, moving away from his touch.

Furrow deepened between his brows as he persisted, his tone laced with impatience, "Sofia. What's wrong? Talk to me.

Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination as she asked the burning question that had been haunting her thoughts. "Who are you?"

As the words escaped her quivering lips, a furrow appeared on his forehead, betraying a sense of confusion. He seemed taken aback by her inquiry.

"What do you mean?" he retorted, his voice tinged with a touch of defensiveness. "You know very well who I am."

She shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow.

"No, I don't know you," she replied, her voice laden with a heavy heart. "I thought you were heartless and ruthless, yes. But I never thought, even in my worst nightmares, that you could be capable of taking someone's life."

Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in silent streams of pain and betrayal. The revelation shook her to her very core.

At that moment, his face underwent

a stark transformation. The warmth that once resided in his features vanished replaced by an unsettling coldness. She felt a deep sense of betrayal, her world unraveling before her She didn't even know the man she was married.

"But they wanted to harm you. So nothing was wrong when I killed those bastards," Leonardo reasoned, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination.

Her voice trembled slightly as she responded, "No one in this world has the right to kill someone. They were doing badly, but what you did was also bad. You killed so many people."

The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air as Sofia took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her gaze pierced into Leonardo's eyes, desperately seeking answers.

"Tell me who you exactly are?" she shouted in desperation, her voice echoing off the walls of the room.

"You are saying as if you don't know about our other businesses? You are acting like you have no idea about what your father does apart from his business in daylight?" His words were edged with sarcasm, and Sofia noticed a muscle twitching in his jaw, a sign of his internal conflict.

She was shocked, unable to process the words that had just escaped his lips. Her husband's revelation had hit her like a sudden gust of wind, leaving her feeling unsteady and disoriented. The room fell into an eerie silence as she struggled to find her voice amidst the chaos swirling within her mind.

"My father is a reputed businessman. What other business does he do?" she managed to say, her voice quivering with a mix of confusion and defiance.

He glared back at her, his piercing eyes drilling into her soul. There was no trace of warmth or affection in his expression, only a steely determination. He spoke in a cold and calculated voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "We are the Mafia," he declared, the words hanging heavily in the air.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her jaw fell open, unable to contain the shock that coursed through her body. Time seemed to stand still as she struggled to absorb the weight of his confession.

She couldn't believe that she was married to a Mafia!

 

Chapter 324 My Innocent Angel

"We are the Mafia," Leonardo said, his voice steady, gaze fixed on his wife's face.

Sofia's eyes widened in horror, her lips quivered as she tried to question.

"What... what... do you mean?" Sofia stuttered, her voice shaking. "D... do you work for the M... Mafia?" Her words barely escaped her lips, the fear evident in her every syllable.

Leonardo sighed, clueless about how to make this easy for his wife. He never wanted to scare off Sofia, but the truth demanded to be spoken. He struggled to find the right words, to soften the blow without diminishing the gravity of his confession. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words.

"Listen, Sofia, don't freak out." He shifted closer,, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I need you to understand that my involvement in the Mafia is not what you think."

Sofia's gaze wavered, a mix of confusion, fear, and curiosity dancing in her eyes. She waited, her heart racing, for him to continue. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"I... don't work for the Mafia," Leonardo confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "In fact, I... am... a Mafia king... as the leader of the Mafia Empire." he declared.

Sofia watched him with a horror-filled expression, the fear was evident in her trembling body. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Leonardo observed her reaction, his heart sinking as he realized the extent of her fear. He despised himself for causing such distress, for being the source of her terror.

At that moment, Leonardo's desperation took over. He couldn't bear the thought of Sofia hating him, of her being afraid in his presence. He would do anything to make her feel safe. His voice trembled as he spoke, a plea laced with sincerity.

"Listen, baby girl," Leonardo began, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, listen to me very carefully. I could never harm you. I won't ever hurt you. Always remember that."

He leaned closer, his eyes locked with Sofia's, hoping to convey the depth of his sincerity.

She seemed relaxed after hearing him.

"Tell me, angel, that you trust me," he implored, his gaze fixed on her. His heart yearned for her to believe in him. All he wanted was to hold her, to provide comfort, but her fear of him pierced his soul.

Leonardo had always taken pride in his title as the mafia king, reveling in the power it bestowed upon him. However, witnessing her terror in the face of that power made him question everything he held dear. He contemplated forsaking it all if it meant she would no longer be afraid.

Her lashes lowered, and she nodded ever so slightly, a glimmer of trust flickering in her eyes. As Leonardo witnessed this, he released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, relief flooding his being.

"Please don't be afraid of me," he pleaded softly, his voice filled with longing. "Look at me, angel."

Gently, he reached out, tucking a finger under her quivering chin, attempting to guide her face upwards. Yet, she flinched instinctively, pulling away from his touch, her face turning away.

Leonardo's brows furrowed in anguish. The fact that she loathed his touch, that she was so petrified of him, tore at his heart. She was his wife.

"What's wrong, Sofia?" he demanded, his voice laced with a mixture of worry and frustration. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut.

"I... I am feeling dirty," Sofia choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat before mustering the strength to continue, "They... they touched me." Leonardo's heart sank, his chest tightening as a surge of anger coursed through his veins when he saw her beautiful eyes brimming with tears looking at him.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought back the urge to lash out.

"Those fucking bastards are dead, Sofia," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice laced with venom. "You don't need to feel bad. You are my angel. Pure and innocent." Leonardo's words were filled with a mixture of protectiveness and love, a desperate attempt to shield Sofia from the darkness that had invaded her life.

He wanted to erase the memory of the monsters who had violated her, to bring her solace and peace. Hell, he wanted to make those bastards alive and kill them again thousands of times, each time giving them ever a crueler death.

Finally, Sofia lifted her gaze to meet Leonardo's eyes, and a flicker of relief crossed his face.

"Let me hold you, please," he whispered, his eyes pleading for her to relent.

She shook her head, her eyes downcast and filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. The pain was evident in her expression, but she remained adamant in her refusal.

"I... I want to take a shower," she finally managed to say.

His heart ached as he watched her,

knowing the reason behind her request. Those sick-minded

bastards made her feel dirty and et

violated. He couldn't bear to see her like this. He wanted her to know she was still as pure as her innocent heart, his beautiful angel

With a gentle determination, he peeled the cover off her body, revealing her vulnerable form beneath. Carefully, he scooped he up into his arms, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own. A myriad of desires threatened to consume him, but he fought them back, reminding himself of the purpose of his actions.

Confusion and fear etched across her face as she squirmed in his arms, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"Wh... what are you doing, Mr. Morelli?" she managed to stammer, her wide eyes searching for answers.

"It's Leonardo to you, angel," he replied, his voice steady and filled with a tenderness he hoped would reach her troubled heart. He knew he needed to establish a connection, to let her know that he was not like the men who had hurt her. Her protests continued, her voice laced with desperation and panic.

"Let go of me!" she squealed, her voice breaking.

"Put me down!" she shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and fear.

But he remained resolute, his grip firm yet gentle as he carried her towards the bathroom. Ignoring her protests, he gently placed her down in the comforting embrace of the bathtub.

"What are you doing?" Sofia squeaked, her voice filled with surprise and curiosity as he switched on the water supply in the bathtub and adjusted the temperature.

She gasped softly as the warm water cascaded over her skin, the sensation soothing and comforting.

He poured a few drops of bubble bath into the tub, creating a frothy mixture that filled the air with a gentle fragrance. With a soft smile, he picked up a bath sponge and looked at Sofia, his eyes seeking permission.

"Baby girl, allow me," he asked, gesturing towards the sponge.

Sofia, feeling a mixture of shyness and trust, bowed her eyes and nodded silently. Leonardo knelt beside the tub, gently gathering her soft blond hair in his hand before starting to rub her shoulder with the sponge, his touch tender and gentle. As he worked his way from her shoulder to her arm, his movements slow and careful, he couldn't help but ask, "How are you feeling now?"

Sofia let out a soft moan, her eyes closing in blissful surrender, unaware of the effect she was having on Leonardo. The desire swirled inside him as she innocently let out those erotic sounds.

Setting the sponge aside for a

moment, he bit his lips as he placed

his hands on her shoulders, his

touch light and hesitant. He was afraid of her reaction, worried that his actions might trigger painful memories. But to his relief, she relaxed under his touch, leaning back slightly as he began to massage her shoulder and arm, the tension slowly melting away.

Amidst the serenity of the moment, Sofia's curiosity got the better of her. She turned her head towards Leonardo, her eyes searching his face.

"So you are the Mafia king?" she blurted out, her words catching him off guard.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her innocent question, finding her curiosity endearing. "Yeah!" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"So you are like a boss... the Don," she continued, trying to grasp the concept.

Leonardo nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, baby girl, and let me tell you, I attained this position through our marriage. It was a condition for me to become the head of the Mafia - an alliance between the Ricci and Morelli families."

As the truth slipped from his lips, he watched Sofia's expression change, a mixture of shock and surprise washing over her delicate features.

Oh, no!

Chapter 325 Pleasuring Her In Bathtub

Sofia turned her head towards him, her face contorted with shock and disbelief. She felt disappointed to know the whole truth of their contract marriage.

"So you married me for this position?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

Leonardo couldn't help but feel amused, wondering how someone could be so naive. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"You can say that, and it's not my fault," he responded, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "I had never met you before our marriage. I didn't know you at that time. So yes, I married you for this position. But..." Leonardo leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "...it is different now." Sofia's eyes searched his face, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and skepticism.

"How... how is it different? I am the same girl, and you are a Mafia king," she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Leonardo leaned even closer. A slight, knowing smirk played on his lips. "Because now I am clear about what to choose between you and this position."

Her eyebrows furrowed, her confusion growing.

"Of course, you will choose your position as a Mafia king," she replied curtly, her voice laced with bitterness.

He shook his head, his smirk widening. "No, angel, you are wrong."

Her mouth fell open in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at him in disbelief. And then, to Leonardo's delight, a faint blush tinted her cheeks, a pink hue spreading across her delicate features.

"Sofia... umm... can I cuddle you... in the... bathtub?" Leonardo asked, taking a chance, his voice laced with hope and desire.

A deeper shade of red spread across his wife's face, and she nodded, her lips caught between her teeth in anticipation. Encouraged by her response, Leonardo wasted no time. He swiftly peeled his clothes off, discarding each piece with urgency. His t-shirt was pulled over his head, followed by his sweatpants and boxers.

Stepping into the warm water, he caused a small overflow as the tub struggled to contain their closeness. He settled on the opposite side, leaning back against the wall of the tub, the water embracing his body. With a gentle pull, he brought Sofia closer, guiding her to sit on his lap, her back against his front.

A gasp escaped Sofia's lips, her body instinctively tensing as their bare skin made contact. Leonardo felt a surge of desire course through him, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain his self-control, knowing that patience and restraint were paramount. He gently caressed her arms, and soon she became relaxed. Leonardo brushed his fingers on her shoulder and, moving down to her back, he traced her spine. He ran his knuckles on her thighs, moving up towards her hips, and pressed her closer. His erection was pressed against her butt, becoming harder, longer, and most painfully swollen.

Sofia shivered and moaned. It was all new to her. But that was enough for Leonardo to lose control. However, he knew that she needed time, and he had to be patient. As much as he wanted to fuck her inside the bathtub, he knew she wouldn't be comfortable. He wanted her to be more open and relaxed with me. He wanted to make their intimate moment memorable for her, and this wasn't the right time.

He slowly ran his fingers along her hips, moving towards her thighs.

She gasped, leaning back against him, her head finding a place on his shoulder. Leonardo could now see her face. Her eyes were closed, her pink lips were slightly open, and her breathing was heavy. He knew that she was turned on.

His heart was pleased to know that she was affected by his touch.

"Do you not like my touch, baby girl?" he asked, and she opened her eyes and tilted her head to face him.

Looking into my eyes, she slowly shook her head.

He smirked and asked again, "So, do you like when I touch you?" He teased her, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"No." Sofia gasped, embarrassed, her cheek turning red as she wanted to pull away, but Leonardo held her waist possessively, pulling her closer. He leaned on her shoulder, and his lips brushed on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"It's ok, baby girl. You don't have to be shy. I am your husband. Just tell me where you want me to touch you, and I will gladly be at your service." He whispered into her ear.

She gasped, her chest heaving and her breast peeking out of the bubbly water. Leonardo could see her hard nipples. Every sign was screaming, letting Leonardo know that she was aroused.

He slowly moved his hand up from her waist and touched her full round breast, caressing her hard nipples. She moaned loudly, instinctively throwing her hands around his neck. He leaned down, sucking the soft skin of her neck.

"Say my name, angel," Leonardo groaned, his voice filled with desperation and longing.

Sofia remained silent, her lips bitten in hesitation. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, charged with desire and anticipation.

"Please, angel! Don't hold yourself

back, baby girl, I am dying to hear my name from your sweet mouth,", he pleaded, his voice laced with longing. With tenderness, he

showered her cheek with wet kisses, hoping to coax her into surrendering to the passion that consumed them.

"Leonardo!" she finally whispered shyly.

The sound of her uttering his name sent a surge of electricity through his body, igniting every nerve. It was as if all the right thoughts in his mind were ready to escape, overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of her innocent voice pronouncing his name.

"Look at me, baby girl," he urged, his own voice husky with desire.

Sofia obediently opened her eyes, her gaze now hooded with desire, mirroring his own.

His need for her became overwhelming, his body aflame with longing.

He held his breath, his very existence dependent on her answer. He would die if she refused. He needed to kiss her as much as he needed oxygen to breathe.

Sofia raised her head, a silent affirmation in her actions. Leonardo wasn't foolish enough to miss the cue. Eagerly, he bent his face down, meeting her halfway. Their lips finally touched, and the world around them seemed to fade away.

With desperation in his voice, he managed to ask, "Can I kiss you, angel?"

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the

moment, Leonardo closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations that coursed through his body. The softness of her lips against his, the taste of her, the electric connection between them-it was an

Lou

overwhelming wave of pleasure that consumed his senses.

Chapter 326 Intimate Moments

Leonardo's lips ravished Sofia's, his desire evident in every desperate kiss. He couldn't get enough of her, his tongue teasing and parting the seam of her lips, seeking permission to explore the depths of her mouth. Sofia caught up in the intoxicating whirlwind of passion, eagerly reciprocated his advances, her tongue dancing with his in a fiery embrace.

As Leonardo continued to taste the sweetness of her lips, a knowing smile played on his face. He sensed her lack of experience, and the realization excited him even more. With an unrestrained hunger, she bit down on his lip in a moment of desperate desire, sending a surge of pleasure through his veins, knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Reluctantly pulling away from their passionate exchange, Leonardo looked deeply into her eyes. He had to hear it from her own lips to have the confirmation he sought. "Sofia, am I your first kiss?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness. Her face dipped slightly, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she countered, "Did I... did I do something wrong?"

Gently, he placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. The tenderness in his touch reassured her as he spoke with a soft conviction, "No, angel. I just want to hear from you that only I own these sweet lips. Tell me that I am the only man who has ever kissed these sweet-as-sin lips of yours."

A blush crept over her cheeks as she nodded slightly, her teeth biting nervously into her bottom lip. Leonardo could see her hesitation and her shyness, and he wanted her to vocalize what he already knew.

"I want your words, baby girl," he asserted, his voice filled with a commanding tone that mirrored his position as the mafia king.

With a whispered breath, Sofia finally gave him the confirmation he craved, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes." "Fuck!" He groaned before slamming his lips on her.

He held her waist firmly, lifting her slightly under the water until she faced him. Sofia legs straddled his hips. The closeness, the intimate contact, ignited a surge of desire within him, and he could feel himself growing hard. He was just a moment away from entering her tight hole.

"Shit!" he cursed inwardly, realizing that they needed to stop before he lost all semblance of self-control. He pulled away, his grip still firm on her waist. With a slight shift, he stepped out of the bathtub, extending his hand to offer her assistance in getting out. Confusion clouded her eyes as she looked at him.

"We must stop, baby, or I won't be able to hold myself back," he sighed, his gaze fixed on her tempting body.

A shy smile adorned her lips as she took his hand and stepped out of the tub, trusting his judgment. He led her under the shower, and he couldn't help but notice her eyes lingering on his erection.

She looked up at him with her innocent blue eyes, her voice filled with curiosity. "You're big."

A deep chuckle escaped him, and he reassured her with a playful grin. "Don't worry, baby girl. You'll get used to it," he replied, his words laced with a hint of teasing.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing crimson. Embarrassment washed over her, and she instinctively hid her face between her palms. He gently shook his head, his touch removing her hands from her face, making her look at him.

"We are married, Sofia, and this is normal between married couples, okay?" he reassured her, trying to ease her discomfort. With a gentle turn of the shower knob, he let the water flow, creating a soothing ambiance.

As they washed themselves, he took care to help her, tenderly drying her beautiful body afterward. He noticed her growing more comfortable in his presence, her walls of awkwardness slowly crumbling. It was his goal to erase any discomfort between them.

They changed into their sleepwear and settled into bed, with Sofia allowing Leonardo to cuddle her. It was a rare moment of tranquility for him, and he drifted off to sleep with a genuine smile on his face, a testament to the peace he found in Sofia's presence.

However, the serenity was abruptly

e as he

shattered in the early morning hours when Leonardo's sleep was interrupted by the persistent ringing of his phone. He groaned, the annoyance evident on his face reached for the device on the side table. Seeing the name flashing on the screen only served to dampen his mood further, but he knew he

had no choice but to answer the call.

Gently sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb Sofia's sleep, he made his way to the balcony. With a sigh, he swiped the answer button and braced himself for the conversation he was about to have. "Dad," Leonardo greeted, his tone resigned yet respectful.

"Leonardo! I heard Sofia was kidnapped. How did that happen? How could someone dare to lay their hands on Morelli's daughter-in-law?" his father's voice roared through the phone, filled with anger and concern.

"I haven't found out the details yet,

Dad. But I assure you, I am already

working on it. My people are diligently investigating to uncover who is behind Sofia's kidnapping Leonardo replied, his voice laced with determination. Deep down, he knew that calming his father would be a challenging task. His father's ego and the reputation of their family weighed heavily on his

shoulders.

"It's a disgrace! Leonardo, if word spreads that we couldn't protect our own, they'll question our power and authority. You must find those responsible and make sure they pay for their actions the way they deserve," his father demanded, his tone unwavering.

"I will, Dad. I promise. By the way, we'll be back tomorrow morning. Sofia is still dealing with the trauma, so I decided to extend our stay in Rome by a day," Leonardo explained, his voice laced with concern for Sofia's well-being.

"That's good to hear because Anderson's has organized a fundraising charity gala tonight. They invited me, and since you're in town, I think it's only fitting for you and Sofia to attend on my behalf," his father suggested, unaware of the turmoil those words would stir within Leonardo.

Leonardo's anger began to simmer beneath the surface. He despised the Anderson family and wanted nothing to do with their affairs. Attending any function associated with them was the last thing he desired.

"But Dad, you know how much I loathe them. I can't bring myself to attend that damn gala with Sofia," Leonardo replied through clenched teeth, his frustration seeping into his voice.

"I'm not asking, Leonardo. It's an order," his father barked firmly through the phone speaker, leaving no room for argument.

Fury ignited within Leonardo, his thoughts screaming curses at his father's command. How dare he order him to attend an event that he detested? But he swallowed his pride. He couldn't defy his father openly, not when the weight of their family's legacy hung in the balance.

Before Leonardo could respond, his father abruptly ended the call, leaving him seething with resentment. He knew deep down that attending the gala was inevitable. It meant having to face his first ex-girlfriend, Evelyn Anderson, a prospect that filled him with a mix of emotions.

Leonardo leaned against the

balcony railing, his mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. He despised being controlled and manipulated by circumstances. But for the sake of his family's reputation and the delicate balance of power within the mafia, he would have to navigate this treacherous evening steeling himself for the encounter with Evelyn Anderson that awaited him at the gala.

Chapter 327 His Sweet Wife

After speaking with his father, Leonardo took care of some business calls before returning to the room. Sofia was still peacefully asleep, her innocence radiating from her face. A small glimmer of joy found its way into Leonardo's heart as he observed her serenity. Careful not to disturb her slumber, he slid under the covers and drew her closer to him, his arm encircling her delicate frame. With Sofia nestled against him, he felt a sense of solace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The comfort of her presence lulled him back into a deep sleep.

Upon awakening once more, Leonardo discovered that Sofia was no longer in bed beside him. His eyebrows knitted together, and he propped himself up on his elbows, scanning the room for any sign of her. Yet, she was nowhere to be found.

Concern prickled at his skin as he rose from the bed, his feet carrying him toward the bathroom. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"Sofia? Are you there?" he called out, his voice filled with a tinge of worry. There was no response. He turned the doorknob and discovered that the bathroom was empty.

His heart began to race, and a surge of panic coursed through him. Where could she have gone? Leonardo swiftly retrieved his phone, his fingers hovering over the dial pad, ready to call for assistance. However, his eyes caught sight of the slightly ajar balcony door. Moving with urgency, Leonardo approached the balcony and spotted Sofia standing there, her delicate figure leaning against the railing. She appeared lost in her thoughts, a serene smile gracing her lips. Leonardo couldn't help but feel captivated by her beauty in that moment, a sense of relief washing over him.

Leonardo couldn't help but indulge in admiring Sofia's beauty, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. He chastised himself for his possessive stares, reminding himself that she was his wife and he needed to control his desires and not behave like love sick. However, the allure of her presence was irresistible, and he yearned to soak in every detail of her pretty face without interruption. It seemed that no matter how much he looked at her, it would never be enough.

Drawing nearer to her, Leonardo leaned against the railing, his body close to Sofia's. With gentle care, he reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, causing her to turn towards him.

"Good morning, baby girl," he greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with affection.

"Good morning, Mr..." Sofia began, but Leonardo raised an eyebrow challengingly, silently urging her to address him by his name.

"I... mean Leonardo," she whispered shyly, her words taking his breath away. The way her voice caressed his name sent shivers down his spine.

Curiosity piqued, Leonardo inquired, "What are you doing here? I was searching for you in the room. Why did you wake up so early?"

A smile graced Sofia's lips as she met his gaze. "I'm accustomed to waking up early in the morning," she explained.

His brow furrowed slightly at her

response. While he understood the

discipline instilled in children from respected families, he had expected most girls from affluent

backgrounds to be pampered

princesses. Sofia, however, denet

those expectations. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her individuality. He, too, had been raised in a strict and disciplined environment, but now he relished the freedom to sleep as late as he desired.

"You don't need to wake up so early, Sofia. We're on vacation," Leonardo reassured Sofia, gently caressing her cheeks with his fingers. Sofia leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his presence. "If you want, we can go back to bed," he offered.

"I can't sleep now; it's already late morning, almost afternoon. And aren't we supposed to leave today?" Sofia asked, her big round blue eyes fixed on Leonardo.

"No, baby girl. I extended our plans for an extra day. My dad called this morning and said we have to attend a fundraising Gala in the evening," he explained, and Sofia raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"A Gala? But I don't have anything to wear for such an event. I just packed some clothes when you asked me to pack my bags. I had no idea where we were going or what kind of clothes to bring," she said, feeling a sense of panic creeping in. "Don't worry about it. I've already asked Mark to arrange for a designer and a makeup artist to help you get ready for the evening," he assured her.

"You've already planned everything?" Sofia exclaimed, her bright blue eyes fixed on Leonardo.

He took her hand and placed it gently on his chest, a gesture of comfort and reassurance.

"I'm hungry. What would you like me to order for breakfast?" Leonardo asked, looking down at Sofia. Her expression held a hint of something he couldn't quite decipher. Concerned, he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to read her face.

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She looked hesitant.

"What's wrong, Sofia? Please, tell me. You don't need to hide anything from me," he urged, his voice filled with genuine worry.

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine with anything. You can order whatever you like."

There was a certain difference about

her, unlike the girls from wealthy

families who often threw tantrums She carried an innocence and politeness that Leonardo had never encountered before. That's why he had bestowed upon her the name Angel- his angel.

Chapter 328 Something Is Happening

"But baby, today I want to have your favorite food," he said, pulling her closer. Leonardo wrapped his arm around her and guided her inside the room from the balcony. "Okay, now it's your turn to order our breakfast," he said, handing her the intercom and pressing the button for room service.

She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "I... I've never ordered take-out or food delivery before. I... I don't know what to order."

Her words ignited Leonardo's anger. How could the Ricci family treat their own daughter like this? She was so innocent and unaware of many things in their society.

Now he was certain that the rumors about Sofia in society were false. She was completely different from what he had heard about her. He wondered who could spread such lies and vowed to find the culprit and make them suffer for their actions. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Leonardo softened his voice as much as possible. "It's very simple, Sofia. Just tell them what you want for breakfast. Anything, but today I'll eat whatever you order for both of us," he insisted firmly.

"Are... are you sure?" she asked, seeking reassurance. Leonardo nodded, smiling. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

She bit her lip and mustered the courage to make the call.

"Um... Hi, can you... send some frittata, croissant with two cappuccinos to room number 2101?" she stammered, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Oh yes, Sofia, and add omelet and toast. You like those, right?" Leonardo suggested, noticing her eyes light up. He was discovering more about her preferences.

Sofia nodded eagerly and continued the order, her voice filled with excitement. "And add omelet and toast," she added, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

Leonardo had to suppress a laugh at her adorable and childlike excitement. He gave her a subtle nod of approval of her breakfast choices. Although he never really preferred those items for his own breakfast, he was willing to change his eating habits for her. "Okay, now you freshen up and take a shower while we wait for breakfast," he instructed.

Sofia walked towards the cupboard, took a dress, and headed towards the bathroom. As she opened the door, he swiftly placed his hand on it, preventing her from closing it completely. "That's not fair. You can't shower alone," he teased, smirking as he approached her.

Sofia's eyes widened, and her face flushed with embarrassment. "NO," she exclaimed, pushing him playfully. He let her go and she quickly closed the door, leaving him chuckling outside. He couldn't resist teasing her further, unsure of what had come over him.

After lunch, Sofia headed to the fancy boutique that Mark had mentioned. Since Leonardo had a conference call, he entrusted Mark with accompanying Sofia to the

store. The store was filled with net

exquisite collection of dresses and accessories. Sofia was filled with excitement as she couldn't wait to try on these stunning garments. They were even more beautiful than she had ever imagined, like something straight out of a dream.

In the past, when Kat used to wear these expensive and limited edition dresses, Sofia secretly longed to try one for herself. Unfortunately, she never had the opportunity. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the two designers, Jeorge and Pablo, who introduced themselves. Jeorge suggested Sofia try on some dresses to see what suited her best. First, she tried on a red off-shoulder dress that reached her knees.

Although the dress was nice, it was too bright for Sofia's taste.

She then opted for a long, shimmering backless gown with a high slit that reached her mid-thighs. As she put on the dress, it beautifully accentuated her figure, making her feel somewhat sexy and confident. The gown concealed her slim appearance and enhanced her natural curves.

She stepped out of the room, dressed in a stunning red gown, catching Jeorge and Pablo off guard. Their jaws dropped, and they instinctively covered their mouths, captivated by her beauty.

"Wow, darling, you look absolutely breathtaking," Pablo complimented, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

"I couldn't agree more. This dress was made for you. It's settled, you're wearing this gown to the Gala. Now, let's focus on the accessories," Jeorge declared. They began rummaging through their collection, carefully selecting various pieces to adorn Sofia. Earrings, necklaces, and footwear were tried on, one after another, as they sought the perfect combination.

After much deliberation, they discovered a delicate diamond necklace paired with diamond stud earrings and sleek black high-heel stilettos that complemented Sofia's attire flawlessly.

"Thank you for helping me to find a perfect dress for the event," Sofia expressed her gratitude, thanking them for their assistance. She then headed to the renowned salon, accompanied by Mark.

Sofia found herself sitting in the

bustling salon, where she met Jane,

a talented makeup artist. Jane got to

work skillfully applying layers of makeup and styling Sofia's hair. Sofia couldn't help but feel a sense of tedium as the process dragged on. She observed as Jane meticulously applied a makeup base and flawlessly blended it. Next came the contouring, but Jane kept the conversation flowing, asking Sofia if she had any specific requests or questions. Sofia expressed her desire for a light makeup look, but Jane insisted that a heavy makeup application would suit the dress and the occasion better. However, she assured Sofia that she would try to keep it as natural as possible.

After what felt like an eternity, Sofia's makeup was finally complete. Jane then proceeded to work her magic on Sofia's hair, fashioning an elegant high bun that added a touch of maturity to Sofia's appearance, leaving a few loose curls cascading down the side of her neck. Now, Sofia was ready to attend the Gala. As she caught a glimpse of her transformed self in the mirror, she couldn't help but be mesmerized by the remarkable work done by Jane. She looked entirely different, almost unrecognizable, and exuded confidence, beauty, and a hint of allure that went beyond her years. Sofia couldn't contain her excitement.

"Wow, I can't believe it's me. Thank you so much, Jane," Sofia expressed her gratitude, truly appreciating the effort that had gone into her transformation.

"It's my pleasure, darling. You were already beautiful, we just enhanced some of your features," Jane responded graciously, maintaining her polite demeanor. Sofia beamed with a radiant smile, thanking Jane once again before bidding farewell and heading to the hotel where Leonardo, her husband, awaited her.

Chapter 329

Leonardo's arrival was a sight to behold. Clad in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, he emanated an air of sophistication and power. His attention to detail was evident in the impeccable knot of his red tie, while the unbuttoned black jacket revealed the crisp white shirt that lay beneath. His hair slicked back with gel, added an extra touch of refinement to his already striking appearance. As always, Leonardo had the ability to make Sofia's heart skip a beat with his devilishly handsome face.

Chapter 329 The Commitment

His intense gaze swept over his wife, taking in every detail from head to toe. Sofia could see the admiration shining in his eyes, causing her own heart to flutter. He cleared his throat, drawing her attention.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"Excuse me, ma'am," Leonardo began, a playful tone lacing his words. "Have you seen my wife? I left her in this room. Where did she go?" His eyes continued to scan the surroundings as if searching for a missing person.

At first, Sofia was momentarily puzzled by his question. However, the realization dawned on her that he was teasing her. A surge of delight washed over her. Oh my God! Leonardo Morelli has a sense of humor. That's news worth savoring.

"What do you mean?" Sofia pouted, pretending to be offended. "I am only here, standing right in front of you." She playfully tilted her head and struck a pose, teasingly questioning her own appearance. "Am I...am I not looking good?" Her voice carried a hint of playful insecurity.

A mischievous smile danced across Leonardo's face as he closed the distance between them. He placed his hands gently on her waist, pulling her closer.

"You want to hear the truth?!" He whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration. "You are more than just good. You are breathtakingly stunning. Every time I see you, it takes my breath away." His words dripped with sincerity, his eyes locked onto hers, intensifying the moment. Sofia couldn't help but blush, feeling a rush of warmth envelop her.

Mark's firm knock on the door disturbed their moment, signaling his presence. "Boss, the car is ready," he informed Leonardo, who was seated in the dimly lit room. Leonardo rose from his seat, his commanding presence filling the space. Sofia, standing nearby, caught his attention.

Without a word, Leonardo extended his hand towards Sofia, his palm open and inviting. She hesitated for a moment before placing her delicate hand in his. His long, strong fingers enveloped her hand, creating a possessive grip that sent a thrill down her spine. It was a gesture that conveyed both protection and ownership.

Together, they made their way towards the waiting vehicle. As they approached, Sofia noticed a group of unfamiliar men in crisp uniforms standing near the car. Their presence struck her as odd, as she had never seen them before.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Sofia turned to Leonardo and asked, "Who are they?"

With a hint of pride, Leonardo replied, "They are your bodyguards, baby girl. They will be by your side twenty-four seven." He gestured towards the men, signifying their role in safeguarding her.

Sofia's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But I don't need half a dozen bodyguards," she protested, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She couldn't fathom why she would require such an extensive security detail. After all, Leonardo was always there to protect her. Leonardo's gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, his voice tender yet resolute. "I don't want to take any chances, my love. These men are the best in their field, and I want to ensure your safety even when I am not by your side," he explained, his adoration and affection evident in his words. Sofia found herself melting under his intense gaze.

Mark held the backseat car door open, allowing Leonardo to assist Sofia in settling inside, being mindful of her long gown. Leonardo joined her, taking a seat beside her.

Meanwhile, Mark occupied the passenger seat and directed the driver to head towards the venue. As the car began to move, Leonardo tenderly reached for Sofia's hand, gazing into her eyes with concern.

"Are you nervous, baby girl?" he inquired, his perceptive nature noticing her habit of biting her lip, a telltale sign of her anxiety.

Sofia admitted, her voice tinged with apprehension, "Yeah, I am... I'm a little nervous. It's my first time attending a Gala, and I'm afraid. I don't want to embarrass you in front of everyone."

Leaning closer to her, Leonardo reassured her with unwavering confidence, "Angel, you can never embarrass me. No one can lay a finger on you. Remember, you are Mrs. Sofia Leonardo Morelli. You have no reason to fear. In fact, it is they who should fear you, as you are the wife of the formidable Mafia king, Leonardo Morelli."

His words filled Sofia with a sense

of pride and admiration for him.As Sofia's heart swayed, she felt a growing sense of fear mingled with the blossoming emotions. How could this be happening? She was slowly but surely falling for Leonardo, a man who seemed completely out of her league. True, they were married, but it was merely a contract that would last for three years. She couldn't fathom that she could ever be his type, considering how incredibly handsome and sophisticated he was. His well-built physique resembled that of a Greek god, and the women who surrounded him were equally elegant and stunning, as she had witnessed firsthand during their recent trip to the mall.

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Although Leonardo had always been kind to her, there was a shift in his demeanor after her traumatic kidnapping: Perhaps he pitied her, just like everyone else. Lost in her thoughts, Sofia failed to realize that they had arrived at their destination. It was only when Leonardo gently shook her and called her name that she snapped back to reality.

"Sofia, we're here. Are you alright, baby girl?" Leonardo's voice was filled with concern as he tenderly caressed her cheeks and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to feel nervous. I'll be by your side the entire time, okay?" Sofia couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as she found herself irresistibly drawn to Leonardo's sweet nature. She tried to compose herself, offering only a smile and a nod in response.

Leonardo gently assisted Sofia in

stepping down from the car, his hand intertwining with hers as he led her toward the Gala. As they approached the entrance, a swarm of paparazzi awaited them, their cameras flashing and their voices buzzing with questions. Sofia clutched Leonardo's arm tightly, seeking solace in his presence. He glanced down at her, wrapping an arm possessively around her waist, offering both support and

protection.

Their vigilant bodyguards diligently kept the paparazzi at bay, preventing them from getting too close. However, the persistent journalists continued to shout their inquiries and blinded Sofia with the incessant flashes of their cameras. Her vision was obscured. She relied on Leonardo's guidance to navigate through the chaos.

Leonardo guided them into the grand ballroom, which was teeming with a sea of people. Sofia's heart raced, pounding against her chest. If she had felt nervous before, the sight of the multitude surrounding them amplified her anxiety to an unprecedented level. The attendees began to approach Leonardo and Sofia, extending greetings and acknowledging his presence. Suddenly, a female voice pierced through the commotion, calling out Leonardo's name. He let out a low curse, closing his eyes momentarily. Sofia turned her head to see who had spoken.

Standing there, adorned in a stunning golden mini-dress, was a girl exuding confidence and allure. Leonardo's hold on Sofia's waist tightened, drawing her even closer. The girl stepped forward, her gaze shifting between Leonardo and Sofia, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "I thought you wouldn't come. But I am glad you are here," Evelyn greeted Leonardo, flashing a captivating smile, batting her eyelashes, and placing her hand on his chest. Sofia watched the interaction, feeling a pang of discomfort. However, before she could say anything, Leonardo swiftly removed Evelyn's hand and placed it back at her side.

"Evelyn, nice to meet you again," Leonardo spoke with a cold expression, asserting his dominance. "Meet my wife, Sofia Leonardo Morelli." He affectionately kissed the side of Sofia's head, a gesture that both reassured her and asserted his commitment to their marriage. Sofia observed Evelyn's expression transforming from pleasant to cold, her eyes now shooting daggers in Sofia's direction. It was evident that Evelyn was not pleased with the presence of another woman in Leonardo's life.

"Sofia, meet Evelyn Anderson, my ex-girlfriend," Leonardo introduced, his words causing Sofia's eyebrows to raise in surprise. She shifted her gaze back and forth between Evelyn and Leonardo, her mind racing with questions. Another ex-girlfriend? How many girlfriends did he have?

Chapter 330 Between Husband And Wife

Evelyn's eyes remained fixed on Leonardo, her gaze smoldering with an intense desire that threatened to consume him whole. Her seductive stare held a promise of passion as if she would pounce on him the moment the opportunity presented itself. Her hunger for him was palpable, so palpable that it seemed she could practically taste him in the air. A slight sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead, a testament to the heat that burned within her.

As Leonardo introduced Sofia as his wife, a flicker of something dangerous passed through Evelyn's eyes. It was a burning gaze that bore into Sofia, filled with a lethal intent that could have incinerated her with its intensity. But just as quickly as it appeared, Evelyn concealed it behind a carefully crafted smile, masking her true feelings. Sofia, innocent and unsuspecting, felt a sudden wave of nervousness wash over her, unsure of the storm brewing beneath Evelyn's facade.

"Nice to meet you, Sofia," Evelyn said, her voice laced with a hint of sultriness, as she extended her hand towards Sofia in a seemingly friendly gesture. Sofia, eager to maintain a polite demeanor, reciprocated and began to extend her hand. However, before their hands could meet, Leonardo swiftly intercepted Sofia's hand, capturing it possessively in his own. His grip was firm, almost possessive as if he were staking a claim over Sofia in front of Evelyn.

"Excuse us, Evelyn," Leonardo declared in a cold, commanding tone. His words carried an undercurrent of dismissal as if he deemed Evelyn unimportant in that moment. "I have some more important people to meet. I will catch you later." With that, he turned away from Evelyn, leading Sofia to the other side of the bustling hall. Sofia glanced back at Evelyn, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

As they walked together, Leonardo introduced Sofia to various members of his esteemed society. All eyes turned towards her, casting glances that held a mixture of curiosity, intrigue, and even judgment. Sofia felt like an outsider, but then their gazes met Leonardo's steely glare. The onlookers swiftly averted their eyes, their expressions transforming from curiosity to caution, for they knew better than to challenge Leonardo's authority and protection.

After a whirlwind of meeting and greeting countless people, Sofia's parched mouth pleaded for a drink, while her stomach growled in hunger. A subtle tension lingered in the air as they approached the Anderson couple, Evelyn's parents, an uneasiness that did not escape Sofia's notice.

Finally, the flurry of social interactions came to an end, and Leonardo guided her to a seat. With a gentle gesture, he pulled out a chair, a silent invitation for her to sit. Sofia gratefully complied, feeling relief wash over her. The dryness of her lips compelled her to moisten them with a swift lick, a reflexive reaction to her thirst.

Leonardo's eyes momentarily flickered upon her lips, capturing the subtle gesture before he beckoned a waiter to bring refreshments to their table. His voice, laced with warmth and concern, reached Sofia's ears, "What would you like to drink, baby girl?" His gaze penetrated deep into her being, his eyes holding a mesmerizing power. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her as she couldn't help but be drawn to the sweet yet captivating aura he emanated.

Sofia, caught off guard by his intensity, replied with a touch of playfulness, "Anything will do. I'm quite adaptable when it comes to food and drink." She saw him shake his head in amusement, a chuckle escaping his lips. His mere presence sent shivers down her spine, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and magnetism that left her breathless.

As he prepared to fetch their drinks, Leonardo issued a gentle warning, his tone tinged with possessiveness. "You wait here, seated. I'll bring something for you. And don't wander off without me." His words held a protective edge, a clear indication that he cared deeply for her safety and well-being.

Left alone at the table, Sofia waited patiently, her eyes scanning the room. It was then that she noticed Evelyn, a smirk playing on her lips as she approached. Sofia couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment towards the audacious intruder. Evelyn's words dripped with mockery, aimed at undermining the connection between Sofia and Leonardo.

"So, finally, he left you alone. How long is he going to drag you around? You're so dull and far from being his equal. He must be embarrassed," Evelyn taunted in a condescending tone, relishing in her attempt to belittle Sofia.

Refusing to be drawn into her game, Sofia responded in a composed voice, "The dynamics between Leonardo and me are ours alone, and you needn't interfere in matters between couples. I suggest you mind your own business." Her words, though neutral in tone, carried an undertone of determination, a warning to Evelyn not to overstep her boundaries.

Unfazed by Sofia's rebuke, Evelyn brazenly pulled up a chair and settled herself beside Sofia, shamelessly invading her personal space.

"I can and will because he is still in love with me," Evelyn declared, a smug smile playing on her lips. Her words hung in the air, taunting Sofia, who fought the urge to deliver a resounding slap to Evelyn's flawless face. The audacity of this woman, drooling over Sofia's husband right in front of her.

Evelyn leaned forward, placing her elbow on the table, her gaze locked onto Sofia. Her voice dropped to a low, confident tone, as if she held all the power in the room. The flicker of mischief danced in her eyes as she spoke. Sofia could almost feel the weight of Evelyn's judgment, her gaze scanning Sofia from head to heels, assessing her worthiness.

"Do you really think that you will be able to make him fall for you?" Evelyn smirked, her words laced with skepticism. Sofia remained steadfast, refusing to be intimidated by Evelyn's display. She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she fought back.

"Very soon, he will be bored and will come back to me," Evelyn taunted, her voice carrying a challenge that hung in the air between them. Sofia's resolve hardened as she met Evelyn's gaze head-on.

"No. It won't happen. He is my husband, and he won't leave me for anyone. I trust him," Sofia countered, her voice filled with conviction. As her words landed, Sofia watched Evelyn's beautiful face contort with a mix of anger and frustration. Evelyn's teeth gritted, and a string of curses threatened to escape her lips.

"You bitch. What do you think? Will

your magic work on Leonardo Morelli? He will never in a million years fall for you," Evelyn spat, her voice dripping with venom. Her anger transformed her

once beautiful face into a fiery, red mask of rage. The air in the room grew tense as Evelyn's fury burned bright. Without warning, she pushed her chair back forcefully, rising to her feet.

With each step, Evelyn's high heels punctuated her anger, the sound of her stomping feet reverberating through the room. Sofia watched her exit, seeming to exhale, the tension dissipating slowly.

Sofia perched on the cushioned

chair, her eyes darting around the

bustling cafe. She could feel the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows, casting gentle rays that danced upon her face. Impatience tugged at her, a restless energy coursing through her veins as she eagerly awaited Leonardo's return with their drinks. The anticipation mingled with a gnawing hunger, coaxing her to nibble on the tempting array of starters that sat before her, beckoning her taste buds.

Just as she took a bite, a waiter approached her, breaking her concentration His voice, edged with a sense of urgency, reached her ears, "Ma'am, Mr. Morelli has requested your presence in room number 909." Sofia's gaze shifted from her half-eaten food, searching the sea of faces in the crowded establishment. Leonardo was nowhere to be seen, and a flicker of concern crept into her expression.

Expressing her gratitude to the waiter, she motioned for him to guide her to the designated room. As they traversed through the lively venue, his steps guiding her halfway, he pointed her in the direction she needed to go before excusing himself. Sofia continued her journey alone, each footstep carrying her closer to room number 909.

Her heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty as she approached the door. It stood ajar, teasing her curiosity. Sofia hesitated for a moment, her hand reaching out to gingerly push the door open further. The wood creaked softly as if unveiling a secret it held within.

As the door widened, a gasp escaped Sofia's lips, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. There, before her, Leonardo and Evelyn were locked in an embrace, their bodies entwined.