Ch. 341..350

Meeting His Family

As the car came to a halt at the grand entrance gate of the Morelli mansion, Sofia could feel her heart pounding relentlessly against her chest as if desperately trying to escape. Its rapid beats echoed in her ears, matching the speed of a launching rocket. The anticipation of meeting her in-laws for the first time since their wedding made her incredibly nervous. During the ceremony, there had been little opportunity for meaningful interaction, leaving her feeling somewhat unprepared for this momentous occasion.

As she stepped out of the car, Sofia's legs trembled with an intensity that threatened to destabilize her balance. She took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage within her, and silently reassured herself that she could handle this encounter. She could survive it. With newfound determination, she exhaled slowly, willing her nerves to settle.

The massive gate began to swing open, revealing a breathtaking sight before her eyes. Beyond the entrance, a picturesque garden unfolded, captivating her senses. A meticulously crafted marble stone path meandered through the lush expanse, leading the way to the imposing mansion. On either side of the lane, an array of vibrant, exotic flowers bloomed, their colorful petals dancing in harmonious symphony. Sofia found herself utterly enchanted by the sheer beauty and impeccable upkeep of the garden.

If she were not consumed by her nerves at that moment, Sofia would have savored the captivating scenery that surrounded the Morelli mansion. However, her anxiety had momentarily overtaken her, making it difficult for her to appreciate the breathtaking landscape fully. The sleek black car came to a halt in front of the grand porch of the mansion. Mark was the first to step out of the vehicle. As the car doors swung open, she caught the sound of the doors of the other cars in the convoy opening simultaneously. The heavy thud of footsteps echoed in the air as half a dozen imposing bodyguards surrounded her car, their vigilant presence palpable.

Mark, with his sharp gaze and unwavering demeanor, approached Sofia's side and opened the car door for her. She took a deep breath, her hand clutching the fabric of her dress tightly, gathering her resolve. Slowly, she emerged from the car, the weight of the moment weighing upon her.

"Mark, why do I still need these bodyguards trailing me inside the Morelli mansion? I don't require their constant presence," Sofia voiced her growing frustration, her irritation at always being encircled by an entourage of uniformed men seeping into her words. "I apologize, ma'am, but it's the boss's directive that we accompany you wherever you go outside the house," Mark replied, his expression devoid of emotion, as if merely a vessel for the orders he was obliged to follow.

Sofia rolled her eyes, a gesture of annoyance directed at Leonardo's excessive protectiveness. She was accustomed to his overbearing nature, but it occasionally tested her patience.

"Sofia, my dear, I am overjoyed to see you," a warm voice interjected. It was Anna, Leonardo's mother, who had approached and enveloped Sofia in a tender, motherly embrace

Sofia stood there, stunned by the unexpected gesture. She couldn't bring herself to react immediately, her arms frozen by her sides as Leonardo's mother's warm embrace enveloped her. It had been years since someone had shown her such genuine affection, and the flood of emotions caught her off guard. Her eyes welled up with tears, and a lump formed in her throat as memories of her deceased mother flooded her mind.

After what felt like an eternity, Leonardo's mother, Anna, gently pulled away, her eyes filled with concern as she surveyed Sofia's face. "What happened, my dear? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry. "Oh, you must be tired from traveling. You just landed in Genoa today, and I invited you for dinner, but everyone was very curious to meet you. Come inside."

Anna's sweet voice and the touch of her hand provided a comforting reassurance for Sofia. Nodding silently, Sofia allowed herself to be led inside the grand Morelli mansion. As she stepped through the entrance, she found herself in a vast hall adorned with opulent, imported furniture. Sofia's gaze was immediately drawn to a magnificent chandelier hanging in the center, its sparkling crystals casting shimmering patterns across the room.

Her eyes wandered, taking in the breathtaking perfection that seemed to emanate from every corner of the mansion. It surpassed even her father's prestigious residence, leaving her in awe of the Morelli family's opulence and taste. Sofia couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and intimidation, realizing that she was now a part of this world, a world she had only heard whispers of until now.

"Welcome to Morelli Mansion, Sofia," a deep, authoritative voice interrupted Sofia's trance. She turned her gaze towards the source, finding Alessandro Morelli, Leonardo's father, standing before her in a sleek tuxedo. His hands were casually tucked into his pants pockets, exuding an air of confidence and power. Alessandro bore a striking resemblance to his son, almost as if Leonardo were a mirror image of him.

Sofia mustered a grateful smile as she responded, "Thank you, Mr. Morelli. Thank you, Mrs. Morelli." Her eyes shifted to Anna, Leonardo's mother, who stood beside her husband. The couple exchanged a knowing glance, their faces adorned with warm smiles. Anna, with genuine kindness in her eyes, turned her attention to Sofia.

"Oh, my dear, call me 'Mum,' and him 'Dad,' just as Leonardo used to," Anna affectionately insisted, her hand gently caressing Sofia's arm. Overwhelmed with emotion, Sofia felt tears welling up in her eyes, grateful for the loving acceptance bestowed upon her by Leonardo's mother.

Sofia managed to nod in response, her voice trapped within her constricted throat, unable to escape in the usual manner.

"Come, sweetheart. I will introduce you to the other family members," Anna said, extending her arm for Sofia to take. Sofia, her heart pounding, followed Anna into the lavish dining room.

As they entered, Sofia's eyes widened at the sight of numerous people seated around the large table. She couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over her as she anticipated meeting Leonardo's extensive family.

"Sofia, this is Leonardo's uncle and

aunt, Angelo and Allegra," Anna introduced, guiding Sofia toward an older couple who sat at the head of the table. Sofia smiled politely and exchanged greetings with them, relieved to find their warm reception.

Moving further into the room, Anna pointed out a young girl standing nearby.

"And this is Bella, Leonardo's cousin. And those two over there," she gestured towards two young men in their early twenties, "are Luca and Aldo, the twins and Bella's younger brothers."

Sofia marveled at the striking

resemblance between Luca and

Aldo. Their identical features made it

nearly impossible to tell them apart, except for their names. She nodded in acknowledgment, impressed by their uncanny similarity.

Bella, with an air of confidence, approached Sofia with a smug smile.

"Hello, Sofia. It's nice to finally meet you. We didn't have a chance to properly meet at your wedding," she said, her tone laced with subtle amusement.

Sofia looked at Bella, momentarily

taken aback by her beauty. Bella stood tall and slender, her golden complexion radiating under the soft glow of the room's chandeliers. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with mischief. Dressed in an elegant white gown adorned with delicate beading at the neckline, Bella exuded an aura of sophistication, almost resembling a celebrity. Sofia couldn't help but feel a pang of

self-consciousness, suddenly aware of her own modest attire amidst Leonardo's glamorous family.

Bella gently grasped Sofia's arm.

"Aunt Anna," she began, her voice carrying a touch of urgency, "let Sofia sit with us. We have so much to catch up on and discuss."

Sofia's heart raced with apprehension. What could they possibly have to talk about? She had only just met Bella, and the thought of engaging in intimate conversations with relative strangers made her uneasy. Anna, with a watchful gaze, considered Bella's request. Her eyes shifted from Bella to the twins, conveying a stern warning.

"Alright, Bella," she relented, her voice laced with caution. "But remember, no teasing or prying. We don't want Sofia to feel uncomfortable on her first day in Morelli's mansion. Don't play any of your games, understood?" Sofia felt a small sense of relief, grateful for Anna's intervention. She silently pledged to keep her guard up, determined not to let her vulnerabilities be exploited.

Just as Sofia was about to pass by Allegra's seat, a soft voice reached her ears.

"I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother, Sofia," Allegra expressed sympathetically.

Sofia's gaze dropped to the ground, her eyes welling up with tears as the mention of her beloved grandmother hit her hard. She desperately hoped that no one would notice her emotional turmoil.

With Bella at her side, Sofia was led back to the seat she had occupied earlier. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the chair and settled into it, attempting to compose herself amidst the turbulent emotions swirling within her.

Chapter 342 She Is My Priority

"Leonardo didn't come with you? I hope he's treating you well," the twins chimed in unison, their mischievous grins widening. Their synchronized laughter filled the room, an eerie harmony that sent a shiver down Sofia's spine. Trying to maintain composure, Sofia mustered a response, attempting to mask the nervous tremor in her voice. "He...he will be here any moment," she replied, striving for nonchalance, hoping to conceal the fluttering of her heart. Bella exchanged a knowing glance with the twins before bursting into laughter once again.

"Oh, God! She has a tongue," she remarked, her amusement evident. The room seemed to amplify Sofia's embarrassment, leaving her at a loss for words. She knew all too well that they were teasing her, toying with her vulnerability. "Enough, you two," Anna intervened with a warning laced in her voice, her authority cutting through the jovial atmosphere. The room momentarily fell silent, the twins' laughter subsiding, as they locked eyes with their aunt. "Aunt Anna, we're not children anymore," Bella retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance. She rolled her eyes in exaggerated fashion, a gesture dripping with young rebellion. "We're just trying to help her relax."

As the banter settled, everyone took their respective seats around the opulent table. Butlers glided gracefully into the room, clad in immaculate attire, each carrying plates adorned with culinary masterpieces. They moved with silent precision, serving the meticulously crafted dishes one by one, each plate a work of art. The butlers, with a poised elegance, inquired about each item on the table, their knowledge of the cuisine rivaling that of connoisseurs. Sofía watched in awe, feeling as if she had stepped into a world of regality and refinement.

"You know Sofia?" Bella's voice was barely audible, a mere whisper that cut through the ambient noise of the crowded room. Sofia shifted her gaze, meeting Bella's piercing eyes as they sat side by side.

"Leonardo and I grew up together," Bella continued, her tone laced with an air of superiority. "Despite being four years younger, I knew him inside out. And let me be frank, Sofia, you don't fit his tastes. He craves someone classy, beautiful, and absolutely stunning." Bella's scrutinizing gaze traveled up and down Sofia's figure, as if assessing her worth. Her words landed like venomous darts, stinging with each syllable.

Sofia felt her heart sink as Bella's cruel assessment echoed in her ears. The weight of the words bore down on her, threatening to crush her spirit. She fought back tears, refusing to let them betray the pain that brewed within. How could Bella be so audacious, so unapologetically insulting?

"Bella, why don't you enlighten Sofia about Evelyn ?" Aldo interjected, his voice laced with amusement.

Sofia winced at the mention of Leonardo's ex-girlfriend, her wounds still raw and tender. The twins, seated on Sofia's other side, observed the unfolding scene with a smug grin.

Sofia's hands trembled uncontrollably, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil swirling inside her. She released the fork she had been clutching, its metallic clang shattering the tense silence. Confusion washed over her.

Why did people always feel the need to belittle her, especially when meeting her for the first time? It was reminiscent of the treatment she had endured from her half-sister, Kat, and her friends before her marriage, a painful reminder of a past she longed to forget. Sofia's senses heightened as she heard a deep, manly voice resonate through the room. It was familiar, unmistakable. She turned her gaze towards the doorway, her heart skipping a beat when she laid eyes on Leonardo, accompanied by a tall, lean man. A wave of relief washed over her, momentarily eclipsing the fear that had gripped her moments ago.

Leonardo's lips curved into a smile as he locked eyes with Sofia, but it swiftly transformed into a frown as he noticed the remnants of terror etched on her face. Sofia could almost feel his penetrating gaze pierce through Bella and the twins, their presence suddenly made uneasy by his deathly stare. Urgency propelled Leonardo forward, hastening his steps until he stood by Sofia's side.

Drawing closer, Leonardo leaned down and pressed a tender kiss upon her cheeks. His hands gently cupped her face, his thumb caressing her flushed skin. With a tender strength, he lifted her face slightly, ensuring their eyes met.

In a hushed, soothing voice, he whispered, concern lacing his words, "Are you okay, baby girl? Did anyone say something to you?"

The room fell into a collective hush, punctuated only by scattered gasps emanating from the onlookers seated at the table. All eyes were fixed on Leonardo and Sofia, each person conveying a unique blend of surprise, curiosity, or apprehension. Sofia felt her cheeks grow warm, the telltale sign of embarrassment coloring her complexion, as the weight of their attention bore down upon her.

"I can see, Leonardo, your priorities have shifted," Anna complained, her tone laced with a hint of disappointment. Her eyes flickered disapprovingly towards Sofia, who sat beside her son. "Your mum is sitting here, and you went to meet your wife first."

Leonardo let out a low, melodious

chuckle, his deep voice resonating in

the room. With a suave demeanor, he gracefully walked around the table, navigating the maze of chairs and bodies until he reached the opposite side. There, his mother sat beside his father, exuding an air of quiet authority.

"No, Mum," Leonardo replied, his voice tinged with affection. "My preference will always be you. But yes, a new name has been added to the list." He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his mother's cheek, their bond palpable in that fleeting moment. Anna's face softened, revealing a glimmer of understanding.

"I am happy for you, dear," she said, her voice filled with maternal warmth. She enveloped him in a tight embrace, her love embracing him as a shield against the dangers that awaited him beyond their familial sanctuary.

After exchanging pleasantries with his father, his uncle, and his aunt, Leonardo turned his attention back to Sofia. His gaze hardened, and he addressed Aldo, who occupied the seat next to her.

"Aldo!" he said, his voice carrying a subtle warning. With a quick understanding, Aldo swiftly vacated the seat, granting Leonardo his rightful place by Sofia's side.

A lean man, exuding an aura of quiet confidence, approached Sofia with a friendly smile. "Hi, I am Domenico Russo," he introduced himself, his voice tinged with a subtle Italian accent. "Leonardo's best friend and, of course, his second-in-command." Sofia returned the smile, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and intrigue.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Russo," she replied graciously, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Domenico nodded, his gaze briefly lingering on Bella, a fleeting moment of fascination, before he turned his attention to Leonardo's parents, paying his respects to them.

The butler arrived promptly, swiftly replacing the empty plate with a pristine one, and skillfully served Leonardo his meal. With a determined grip, he lifted the fork and knife, ready to indulge in his food.

"Why aren't you eating, angel?" Leonardo inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as he addressed Sofia, his attention fixed on his meal.

Sofia, her delicate features slightly contorted in displeasure, voiced her grievances, her pout accentuating her dissatisfaction. "Why were you late? I called you, but your phone was switched off. You promised me you would be punctual."

A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Leonardo's lips, his laughter as rich and textured as his voice.

"I apologize, angel. I found myself entangled in an urgent last-minute meeting," he explained, his skilled hands adeptly slicing a succulent piece of steak.

He gently nudged it toward Sofia's parted lips, prompting her to receive the morsel obediently. It was crucial for her to oblige swiftly, lest her lipstick tainted the savory bite.

Caught off guard by his audacious

gesture, Sofia blinked in surprise, her

innate shyness resurfacing. What was he thinking, behaving so intimately in front of his own family? It was as though they were the only two people in existence. However, her gaze inadvertently fell upon his hand clutching the fork. She gasped, her eyes widening as she noticed his knuckles, bruised and broken, with fresh droplets of crimson still seeping from the wounds.

Sofia's delicate hand reached out and clasped Leonardo's, her eyes fixated on his wounded and bloodied knuckles. Concern etched across her face, she couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your hands?"

A nonchalant smirk tugged at the corner of Leonardo's lips as he brushed off her worry with a dismissive wave. "Nothing to worry about, baby girl. It's not as serious as you think," he replied, his voice laced with a casual tone. He gently pulled his hand away, trying to divert her attention.

Unconvinced, Sofia watched his

every move intently. She could

sense the hidden truth lingering

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beneath his nonchalant facade. As Leonardo settled himself at the table, he began to eat, a silent invitation for Sofia to join him Despite his gesture, she knew deep down that there was something he was concealing, something far more sinister than he let on.

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Leonardo's demeanor shifted as he hid something from Sofia, causing a pang of discomfort within her. It troubled her deeply that he was keeping his problems to himself, shutting her out from his inner world.

As Sofia pondered the reason behind Leonardo's secrecy, Bella's voice suddenly pierced through her thoughts, snapping her attention away. The sarcasm in Bella's tone only served to intensify Sofia's curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder why Bella was so interested in Leonardo's newfound happiness, or rather, why she seemed displeased by it.

A frown etched itself across Leonardo's face, transforming his countenance from one of contentment to a cold and menacing visage. The warmth that had enveloped him moments ago dissipated, replaced by an aura of danger and fear. Sofia shivered involuntarily, knowing all too well what this change in Leonardo meant.

"That's none of your business," Leonardo warned Bella, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone that sent a chill down Sofia's spine. His words were a stern reminder that he was not one to be trifled with, a man who operated by his own rules.

Sofia couldn't help but wonder why Bella had chosen to mention Leonardo's newfound happiness. Did she harbor ill will towards her cousin? Was she envious of his smiles, so rare and precious to Sofia?

"Yes, Brother Leonardo, you seem different today," the twins, Luca and Aldo, chimed in unison, breaking into laughter.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Leonardo halted his meal and glared at the mischievous twins. His expression was stern, conveying a hint of annoyance. However, before he could utter a word, his father, Alessandro, called out to him.

"Leonardo!" Alessandro's voice resonated across the room, capturing his son's attention. Leonardo swiftly turned his head towards his father, his gaze piercing. "Yes, Dad!" he responded, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Finish your dinner and meet me at my bar. I have something urgent to discuss with you," his father commanded, a sense of gravity underlying his words. Leonardo silently acknowledged his father's request, nodding in agreement.

Alessandro took a moment to address everyone gathered around the table. "Thank you, all, for joining us for dinner," he began, his voice carrying a blend of authority and gratitude. His gaze shifted to Sofia, and he motioned toward her. "And Sofia, welcome to the family." Sofia, filled with a mix of nerves and excitement, managed a smile and whispered her gratitude in a soft, barely audible voice. "Thank you." She wondered if Leonardo had caught her words, her thoughts confined to her inner self.

With dinner concluded, Leonardo and Domenico departed to meet Alessandro. Once again, Sofia found herself alone. Though she felt a twinge of restlessness, she silently appreciated the presence of Leonardo's mother, Anna, who remained steadfastly by her side. Sofia couldn't help but be reminded of her mother when she looked at Anna. Like her mother, Anna exuded affection and care, making Sofia feel comfortable and at ease. As they sat together, Anna engaged Sofia in a lively conversation about her hobbies and her adjustment to her new home. It was a rare experience for Sofia to have someone genuinely interested in her life, and she cherished every moment of it. Anna even assured Sofia that she could call her anytime she needed to talk. The warmth and acceptance Sofia felt from Anna made her heart swell with gratitude, as if she had found a place in a new family.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the hours slipping away unnoticed. Yet amidst the warmth and camaraderie, Bella, a member of the family, couldn't resist interjecting with her sharp, sarcastic remarks. However, Sofia brushed off Bella's taunts.

Sofia's attention was firmly fixed on the direction where Leonardo had disappeared, heading towards a meeting with his father. She eagerly awaited Leonardo's return, anticipation bubbling within her. This discussion with his father held significance, and Sofia couldn't help but wonder what revelations or decisions might unfold during their private conversation. Time seemed to slow as Sofia's thoughts swirled with curiosity and expectation, patiently awaiting Leonardo's return.

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After their sumptuous dinner, Leonardo made his way towards his father's exclusive private bar, a place where Alessandro preferred to discuss matters of great importance. Domenico, ever the loyal follower, trailed behind Leonardo. As they entered the dimly lit room, Leonardo's eyes were immediately drawn to his father, Alessandro, skillfully concocting drinks behind the bar. Sensing Domenico's presence, Alessandro swiftly added another glass to his setup.

Once they reached the counter and settled into their seats, Alessandro gracefully handed each of them a glass, then rounded the counter to join them. Positioned directly across from his son and Domenico, he exuded an air of authority and command. "Have you managed to uncover the identity of the person responsible for Sofia's kidnapping?" Alessandro inquired, his voice resonating with power and expectation.

"I have a lead, Dad," Leonardo

replied, his tone laced with

determination. "One of my men

apprehended an individual who was involved in the abduction. I

attempted to extract information from him, but he remained

stubbornly silent. However, it won't truth

be long before he spills thiol net

before me," Leonardo added, his teeth tightly clenched as he spoke.

The frustration and anger seethed within him, causing his knuckles to ache from the involuntary clenching of his fist. Damn it. This was the reason he had arrived late, preventing him from sharing this crucial update with Sofia.

Alessandro nodded somberly, his eyes filled with concern. "I received a call from Carlo this morning," he began, his voice laced with a hint of worry. "He informed me that Lady Valentina Ricci's will has gone missing, and it struck me as odd. Why would someone steal her will?"

Pausing for a moment, Alessandro

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locked his gaze onto Leonardo's face, searching for any signs of understanding. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, adding tension to the room. "Carlo requested my assistance in locating the will," Alessandro continued, his voice growing more determined. "There must be something of great importance written within it,

something valuable enough to drive someone to desperate measures."

Leonardo's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together with a furious resolve. From the moment Sofia had been attacked at her grandmother's funeral, he had sensed a sinister connection to Lady Ricci. The puzzle pieces were slowly falling into place, and Leonardo knew he had to act swiftly.

"Very well, Dad," Leonardo responded, his voice low and filled with steely determination. "I will have my people investigate this matter as well. Soon enough, I will uncover the culprit responsible for all of this, and they will face the dire consequences." With a surge of anger, he drained the contents of his glass in one swift motion, slamming it down on the counter with a resounding thud.

Alessandro mirrored his son's resolve, raising his glass and downing the remainder of his drink in solidarity.

"I heard that there's a conflict brewing between the gangs here in Genoa," Alessandro stated, his voice devoid of any warmth. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture and polished marble floor. The air was heavy with the scent of cigar smoke, adding to the atmosphere of tension that hung between father and son.

Leonardo, standing across from Alessandro, nodded solemnly. His eyes, dark and piercing, reflected the same detachment that defined his father. Their conversations were always focused on matters of business, their personal lives held at arm's length. Raised in an environment of strict discipline, Leonardo had grown into a man devoid of sentiment, a perfect heir to the throne of the Mafia.

"Yes, I've heard whispers of the conflict as well," Leonardo responded, his tone steady and controlled. "I've taken the initiative and arranged a meeting with both parties involved. I'll do my best to mediate and find a resolution before it escalates further."

Before Alessandro could respond, the shrill ringtone of his phone pierced the air, abruptly interrupting the conversation. He glanced at the display, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the number flashing on the screen.

"Alright, gentlemen, I'll take my leave, and you two can continue," Alessandro declared, his voice laced with authority. With a slight nod, he exited the dimly lit room, leaving Leonardo and Domenico alone in the heavy silence that lingered like cigarette smoke.

Leonardo reached for the crystal

decanter, his fingers grazing the

cold surface as he poured a

generous amount of his father's prized Scotch into his tumbler. The amber liquid cascaded smoothly filling the glass with a rich,

intoxicating aroma. Bringing it to his lips he closed his eyes, savoring the momentary escape from the gritty reality that surrounded him. The whiskey danced across his tongue, its warmth radiating through his body, offering a temporary respite from the shadows that loomed over his life.

As Leonardo opened his eyes to take another sip, he was met with Domenico's piercing gaze. The flickering candlelight played upon Domenico's face, accentuating the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. It was a look that Leonardo had come to know all too well-an expression that often heralded trouble.

"What?" Leonardo scoffed, his voice tinged with irritation, as he placed his tumbler back on the mahogany table. His brows furrowed, demanding an explanation from the enigmatic Domenico.

A smirk crept across Domenico's face, an insidious curl of his lips that hinted at a secret shared between them. Leonardo's frustration boiled within him, his clenched fists itching for release. He longed to wipe that smug smile off Domenico's face, to assert his dominance in this treacherous world they both inhabited.

"I know," Domenico finally uttered, his voice filled with a taunting playfulness. "You were not merely pretending at the dinner, were you?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with implications that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed façade Leonardo had meticulously crafted.

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Leonardo's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he locked onto Domenico's. Leonardo's fists involuntarily clenched, his knuckles turning white as his frustration surged. He yearned to strike Domenico, to obliterate that infuriatingly smug smile from his face. "What do you mean?" Leonardo finally replied, his voice laced with a touch of confusion.

Chapter 344 Emotional Whirlwind

Domenico's gaze hardened, his chin jutting forward in a defiant challenge. "I mean, the way you were behaving with Sofia, it wasn't an act, was it?"

Leonardo's hesitation grew, his mind grappling with the complexity of his emotions. He hadn't expected Domenico to notice, to question the cracks in his icy demeanor. The truth was, he didn't have an answer himself. Leonardo couldn't comprehend why Sofia had the power to unravel him, to soften the edges of his hardened soul. It was as if a storm of conflicting feelings raged within him whenever she crossed his path.

His silence hung in the air, a veil of uncertainty enveloping the room. Leonardo knew he couldn't brush off the inquiry, but he also couldn't reveal his own confusion. How could he explain a phenomenon he didn't understand himself?

Unwilling to disclose his vulnerability, Leonardo averted his gaze, choosing to deflect the question rather than face his own inner turmoil. With a deliberate motion, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes clinking softly against the crystal sides. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a measured sip, the bitter taste momentarily distracting him from the weight of the conversation.

"Leo, what's wrong? Talk to me. I know you weren't just acting back there. You have to pretend to be in this marriage for three years, but that concern and care for your wife—it wasn't fake," Domenico said, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Leonardo recognized that this time Domenico was speaking as his friend, not merely his business partner. Domenico, after all, held the position of second-in-command in Leonardo's Mafia world.

"I don't know, Domenico. I don't know what's happening to me," Leonardo confessed, his voice tinged with confusion. "But there's something different about Sofia. She's unlike any other girl I've ever met. When she cries, my heart aches. When she's hurt, I want to burn this whole world down." Leonardo ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his actions.

"I'm also trying to understand what I truly feel for her. However, deep down, I'm terrified of experiencing another heartbreak," he admitted, his voice betraying a mix of vulnerability and apprehension.

Exhaling sharply, Leonardo locked eyes with Domenico. The latter observed Leonardo's face intently, as if searching for answers within his friend's troubled expression.

Leonardo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Domenico with a challenging gaze. Domenico shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.

"I could tell, you know," Domenico said, his voice laced with amusement. "The moment that bastard mentioned his boss wanted Sofia dead, and you unleashed your fury upon him, I knew something had changed. It was clear then and there that you had developed feelings for your wife."

Leonardo's mind flickered back to the haunting memory of when his men had brought in a man involved in Sofia's kidnapping. During the interrogation, the henchman callously revealed their intention to kill Sofia. In that instant, Leonardo had lost control, his rage consuming him as he unleashed a brutal blow upon the goon's face. It took the combined efforts of his men to restrain him from delivering the killing blow.

Domenico scratched his chin, his brows furrowing in confusion. "But I'm puzzled, my friend. Before your marriage, you despised Sofia with every fiber of your being. And now, I find myself wondering what could have transpired in Rome. It's barely been a week since your wedding, and yet your heart has taken a complete 180-degree turn."

As Domenico spoke, Leonardo's anger surged once again, his fist shooting toward his companion's face in a fit of fury. Reacting swiftly, Domenico instinctively raised his hands in a defensive posture, shielding his face from the impending blow. "Hey! Hey! Hold on. I was just curious. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask," Domenico pleaded, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Leonardo clenched his fist tightly, his eyes piercing into Domenico's. The air grew heavy with tension as he spoke, his words sharp and commanding, carrying the weight of authority. "And it's Sofia Leonardo Morelli to you. Take her name with respect." Domenico's face paled slightly, realizing his mistake. He stammered, desperately trying to rectify the situation. "Okay, boss. Please let me know if you want me to address her as 'ma'am' or something else. I don't want to have a punch on my handsome face," he blurted out, a hint of panic in his voice.

Both men shared a moment of brief amusement, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. The tension began to dissipate, replaced by a more relaxed atmosphere.

Leonardo shook his head, a weary sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't help but question why he was feeling this way, why emotions he had kept locked away for so long were now bubbling to the surface. It was as if a tornado of conflicting feelings was swirling within him, threatening to consume him entirely.

Domenico's voice softened, his tone filled with sincerity. "But on a serious note, I really want you to figure out your feelings for Sofia before it's too late. Let your guard down and set aside your fears. Allow yourself to feel what your heart truly desires," he advised, his eyes conveying a sense of understanding.

Leonardo took a deep breath, his

chest rising and falling in sync with the weight of his emotions. His eyes darted across the dimly lit room, searching for solace amidst the shadows. He had known heartbreak all too well, the searing pain that had consumed him for years, leaving scars that still lingered. The thought of subjecting himself to another emotional whirlwind terrified him, threatening to shatter the delicate balance he had finally achieved.

In the eyes of the world, Leonardo was the embodiment of a heartless man, his ruthless reputation echoing through the alleys of the city. He had built impenetrable walls around his heart, shielding it from vulnerability, from the risks that came with love. Yet deep within his guarded exterior, a flicker of trepidation lingered, a fear of surrendering his heart to someone who wouldn't handle it with care.

With a heavy sigh, Leonardo gathered his resolve and decided to seek solace in the living room of the Morelli mansion. Each step he took seemed burdened with the weight of his past, his mind a swirling storm of memories and apprehension. As he entered the opulent room, the atmosphere changed, the scent of wealth and power enveloping him like a suffocating embrace.

His eyes swept across the room, observing the luxurious furnishings and the portraits of Morelli family ancestors adorning the walls. It was a grand display of opulence, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions raging within him. But amidst the grandeur, Leonardo's attention was abruptly seized by a scene that made him freeze in his tracks.

 

Chapter 345 The Past

Sofia raised her head as Leonardo entered the opulent living area. Her eyes lit up, and a radiant smile graced her beautiful face. It was impossible for Leonardo not to smile in return; every time he saw her innocent expression, his stone heart came alive. The way Sofia's eyes sparkled when she looked at him made him feel like the center of her universe.

But a nagging fear haunted Leonardo's mind. How would he ever survive if she decided to leave him once their contract marriage was over? The thought sent a chill down his spine, disrupting the warmth he felt in Sofia's presence. He realized he had unconsciously furrowed his brow, mirroring the worry that had replaced Sofia's smile.

Oh, my angel, your smile is everything to me. I must find a way to bring it back to your face, he pondered, shaking his head slightly as if to dispel his troubled thoughts. With determination, he continued his stride toward her.

However, his progress was interrupted when he heard Bella's voice calling out to him.

"Leo! Wait," Bella called, her voice cutting through the air and causing Leonardo to pause mid-step. He turned to face his cousin, his expression inquiring.

Bella gestured for him to follow her. "Come with me. I want to talk to you," she said, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. Leonardo nodded silently, his curiosity piqued. He followed Bella as she led him to a secluded corner at the back of the hall, away from prying eyes and curious ears.

Leonardo stood in silence, his gaze fixed on Bella as she stared back at him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The tension in the room was palpable, like a smoldering fire waiting to ignite.

"What's wrong with you, Leo? Why are you taking sides with that slut?" Bella spat out the words, her voice dripping with venom. The moment they left her lips, Leonardo could feel his blood start to boil, his temper threatening to erupt.

"Mind your language, Bella," he growled, his voice laced with barely contained rage. "You are talking about my wife."

Bella's incredulous gaze locked onto Leonardo as if he had sprouted another head. Her disbelief was written all over her face. "Seriously, Leo? Are you the same Leonardo Morelli? You're talking about a girl you hated and didn't want to marry. Did you forget that you were forced into that marriage? You were supposed to marry Kat Ricci but ended up marrying her half-sister."

Leonardo scoffed, unable to believe Bella's audacity. He turned his back to her, his jaw clenched tightly. What was she trying to prove with her words?

"But the reality is that I am married to Sofia, and she is my wife. So what's your point in discussing this? I don't want to dwell on whatever happened in the past. I believe in living in the present and thinking about the future," Leonardo said firmly, hoping Bella would grasp his perspective and drop the topic.

Bella's frustration mounted as she raised her voice, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "My point is that Kat was still in our class. But that girl is not worthy of being a Morelli. And... now I am certain that people were right about her, that she used to put a spell on men. Because I can see how you are behaving under her spell," she spat out, her tone laden with contempt. Leonardo winced at her harshness, turning to face her directly.

"Shut up, Bella," he snapped, his voice tinged with anger. "There is nothing like that. And no, I am not under any spell. In fact, I discovered that the rumors about Sofia were false and fabricated. After spending a few days with her, I could see the genuine innocence within Sofia," he warned her in a low voice, emphasizing his desire to avoid creating undue stress within their family.

"I just can't believe that Leonardo Morelli is saying this," Bella exclaimed, her voice dripping with disbelief. Her brows furrowed in frustration as she threw her hands in the air. "How can you not see her true face? She is a gold digger just like her mother." Leonardo sighed, his expression weary. "Bella, please. Sofia is not like that. You're judging her based on false assumptions."

"Come on, Leonardo," Bella persisted, her tone pleading. "You are again making the wrong decision, just like you did with Evelyn and Diana. Don't let yourself go through that pain again. You still have time, Leonardo. Try to see her real face."

Leonardo's patience waned, his voice tinged with irritation. "Enough, Bella! You don't understand. Sofia is different. She's not like the others. I know her better than you do."

Bella's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. Without giving Leonardo a chance to speak further, she turned on her heel and stormed away, the sound of her feet echoing through the room.

Leonardo rubbed his forehead,

feeling a dull ache pulsating. His cousin's skepticism was giving him a headache. Why couldn't they see that Sofia was innocent? Maybe one day they would realize their misjudgment and acknowledge their mistake. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his frayed nerves, before making his way back to the living hall where Sofia and his mother were engaged in

conversation.

As Leonardo approached them, a surge of warmth filled his heart. Seeing two of his favorite women together, their laughter intertwining in the air, brought a sense of joy to his troubled soul. Sofia looked up, her eyes lighting up with affection as she spotted Leonardo's approach.

"Are you ready, Sofia? Can we leave?" Leonardo asked, his gaze fixed on her, studying every subtle movement. Sofia's eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and tenderness as she offered him her radiant smile, nodding her head in agreement. Leonardo couldn't help but feel a tinge of obsession creeping within him, causing a furrow to form on his brow. What's

wrong with me? He silently

pondered, questioning his own

thoughts.

"Oh dear, I would love to see you again, and I expect a visit from you very soon. And don't forget to call me every day," Leonardo's mother chimed in, pulling Sofia into a warm embrace.

"Mum, it seems your loyalties have shifted," Leonardo playfully taunted, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

His mother playfully slapped his arm. "Oh, hush, Leonardo. Don't try to be too clever. Remember, I'm your mother, not the other way around," Anna scolded him, her tone laced with affectionate reproach. Leonardo hissed in mock pain, rubbing his arm, eliciting laughter from both his mother and Sofia, who found his exaggerated reaction amusing.

Leonardo embraced his mother, holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

"I love you, Mum," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. "I will come to visit you soon, I promise."

Anna's eyes brimmed with love and pride as she cupped Leonardo's face in her hands, her touch gentle and warm. Leaning in, she placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "I love you, my baby," she murmured, her voice filled with maternal tenderness.

As Leonardo reluctantly pulled away, he held Sofia's hand, intertwining their fingers, and led her towards the waiting car in the parking lot. They settled inside, the comfortable leather seats enveloping them. The engine roared to life as the driver started the journey towards their destination.

Sofia remained unusually silent, her

eyes distant and lost in thought. Leonardo, noticing her melancholic demeanor decided to break the

silence and lighten the mood. Honet

turned towards her, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Sofia how was your first meeting with my family? I hope they didn't say

anything to make you feel scared or

uncomfortable."

A faint smile appeared on Sofia's lips as she turned her gaze toward Leonardo, her eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and warmth.

"No, Leonardo," she reassured him, her voice soft and sincere. "Your family was very sweet, especially your mother. She reminded me so much of my own mother." Sofia's voice trailed off, and once again, she fell into a contemplative silence, staring blankly out the car window. Leonardo sighed.

Leonardo's touch was gentle yet firm as he held Sofia's chin, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes. Concern and determination mingled in his expression as he sought to understand her troubles.

"Sofia," he spoke softly, his voice filled with reassurance, "I need you to share what's troubling you. Talk to me, my love."

Sofia's voice quivered as she hesitated, her lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks. "I've been thinking about Evelyn," she finally confessed, her words laced with uncertainty.

Leonardo's grip on her chin tightened slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Angel, I've told you before-Evelyn is my past. She holds no place in my heart anymore," he asserted, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "So why does she still trouble you? Is there a lack of trust between us?" Sofia's worry etched deeper lines on her lips as she struggled to find the right words. "Bella... Bella insinuated that you were still in love with Evelyn," she revealed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leonardo's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing as he delved into the painful memories of his past. He understood the weight of this moment, the need to disclose the truth to Sofia.

Chapter 346

Leonardo's gaze hardened as he delved into the painful memories of his past. He knew he had to be honest with Sofia, to reveal the depths of his heartache. With a deep breath, he whispered, "Yes, I was in love with Evelyn." Sofia's eyes remained fixed on Leonardo, capturing his attention completely. He found himself momentarily lost in the depths of her captivating blue eyes, but he quickly composed himself, clearing his throat to continue.

"I was only nineteen at the time, Sofia," Leonardo began, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and resignation. "I was in college and foolishly gave my heart to Evelyn. However, she betrayed my trust and cheated on me with a famous NFL player."

As he recalled the pain of Evelyn's betrayal, Leonardo's gaze shifted, glancing out through the window, as if seeking solace in the outside world. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"But it has been seven years since then," he said, a hint of carelessness entering his voice. "I have moved on, and the wounds have healed. I have forgotten about her and the pain she caused me."

Sofia's voice trembled with uncertainty as she mustered the courage to ask, "Um... How old are you now?"

Leonardo raised an eyebrow in question, his eyes fixed on Sofia's innocent face. "I am twenty-six," he replied, awaiting her response.

A flicker of surprise passed through Sofia's eyes as she processed the age difference. She faltered for a moment before shaking her head gently. "You... you are eight years older?" she stammered.

Leonardo's worry creased his brow. He feared that Sofia might believe he wasn't deserving of her or that the age gap would pose a problem. "Am I too old for you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of Sofia's lips, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "No, Leonardo," she reassured him. "I didn't mean that."

Leonardo's warm breath caressed Sofia's neck as he whispered into her ear, his voice laced with desire and vulnerability.

"So, do you think I am good enough for you?" His words hung in the air, filled with anticipation.

Sofia's lips quivered, her eyes locked with Leonardo's intense gaze. Her heart raced in her chest, and a flush spread across her cheeks. She tried to respond, but the words seemed to escape her, lost in the intensity of the moment. Before she could find her voice, Leonardo's lips found her neck, pressing against her skin with a gentle yet passionate kiss.

A gasp escaped Sofia's lips as her body arched toward his touch, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. The car came to a halt, its motion ceasing, as if it mirrored the stillness that had descended upon them. It was a silent signal that they had reached their destination. Leonardo just got a taste of her in the morning, and He couldn't wait to taste her again. He wanted her badly and right now.

Without hesitation, Leonardo flung open the car door, his hand securely clasping Sofia's as he whisked her inside the house. The anticipation in their steps matched the quickening pace of their hearts. They ascended the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the hall, drawing them closer to their private sanctuary.

Finally, they stood before their room, a refuge where their desires would ignite. Leonardo closed the door behind them, shutting out the outside world. Sofia's pulse quickened as she felt the weight of his presence pressing against her, his firm body embracing her in a magnetic hold. She was trapped, willingly caught between the door and his unyielding form.

Leonardo's hands settled on Sofia's waist, his touch sending electric currents through her body. Their eyes locked once more, a silent language of longing passing between them. His gaze descended to her lips, and Sofia's breath hitched in anticipation, her own desire mirroring his.

In that intimate space, time seemed to stand still, the air charged with a potent mix of passion and longing. Their hearts beat in sync, a rhythm of connection and desire that would guide their every move. With a silent understanding, their lips met in a searing kiss, a testament to the intensity of their love and the depth of their connection.

Sofia's breath caught in her throat as Leonardo's face neared hers, his breath tainted with the scent of alcohol. In an instant, a rush of memories flooded her mind, memories of her mother enduring the brutality of her drunk father. Panic gripped her, and she reacted instinctively, pushing Leonardo away with all her strength. However, despite her efforts, his firm grip remained unyielding.

Leonardo's brows furrowed in confusion and concern as Sofia's abrupt action startled him. He withdrew, creating a distance between them. With a heavy swallow, Sofia found her voice, her words trembling with a mixture of fear and regret.

"You... you are drunk," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing that her reaction might have offended him.

"Yeah, I had some Scotch, but I am very sober, baby girl, not drunk. My alcohol tolerance is good." Leonardo said, his features softened.

He reached out, his hand hovering near Sofia's face, but she flinched and closed her eyes tightly, a reflex born out of past traumas.

A sigh escaped Leonardo's lips as he retracted his hand, understanding the impact his actions had on her. He stood at a distance, his gaze fixed upon her, filled with a desire to ease her fears.

"You don't need to be afraid of me," he assured her, his voice laced with sincerity. "I won't do anything to hurt you. Please, relax."

Running his hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration, Leonardo made a solemn promise. "If my drinking makes you uncomfortable, I won't touch alcohol in the future. I promise you, baby girl. But please, don't hate me."

His voice carried a plea, and Sofia felt her heart ache with guilt.

Why couldn't Sofia open her heart to him? Why couldn't she trust him wholeheartedly? He had always been so sweet to her, yet she couldn't fully let him into her life.

"I... I... am sorry," Sofia's voice trembled as she struggled to find the right words. "I couldn't help it. Growing up, I witnessed my father's drunken rage and the way he treated my mother... with disrespect and cruelty, beating her every night. It scared me, and I fear history repeating itself." Tears welled up in Sofia's eyes, cascading down her cheeks as the memories overwhelmed her. Leonardo closed the distance between them in two swift strides, his touch gentle as he wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Shhh... Angel. I would never do that to you," Leonardo's voice was a comforting whisper, his arms enveloping Sofia in a protective embrace. His touch soothed her, easing her fear and anguish. "I can't comprehend how a man could harm his own wife. It's unfathomable."

Sofia looked up, her tear-stained eyes meeting Leonardo's gaze filled with genuine concern. In his beautiful gray eyes, she saw care and love, akin to the way her mother had looked at her with affection.

A moment of uncertainty washed over Sofia. Was she imagining things? Had she misjudged Leonardo's intentions?

Sofia's mind was filled with

thoughts, doubts, and fears, but in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to escape from them all Without hesitating, she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Leonardo's. As their mouths met, she inhaled his alcohol-tinged breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

Leonardo's initial surprise quickly gave way to desire. Without a moment's hesitation, he lifted Sofia off her feet, pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched her own. Their lips moved in perfect synchrony, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing second.

Gradually, Leonardo began to lower Sofia back down, but he never broke the passionate connection between their mouths. He leaned over her, pressing her gently against the soft mattress, his hands firmly but tenderly holding her. His kiss was unyielding, as if he feared that she

might slip away from him if he let

go.

Sofia's mind spun in a whirlwind of sensations. The intensity of Leonardo's kiss overwhelmed her senses, sending a rush of warmth through her veins.

"I had a very long day, love. I need a release. I need you," he whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

His lips brushed against the corner of her mouth, planting a series of delicate kisses on her cheeks before trailing along her jawline. Sofia's voice trembled as she attempted to speak, breathless with anticipation.

"Are we... going to?" she managed to utter, her words barely escaping her lips when she tried to ask him if they were going to have sex as the last time she wasn't in her senses, but this time she wanted to remember everything when he made love to her. Leonardo tilted his head slightly, his face moving closer to hers, and gently shook his head.

"Not today, baby girl," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. "But very soon. I've planned something extraordinary for our lovemaking. It will be our official wedding night."

With that, Leonardo pulled her up, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed and started undressing her. His hands skillfully found the zipper of her gown, slowly gliding it down. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing her skin inch by inch until the dress cascaded down to her ankles.

Eager and impatient, his fingers deftly unclasped her bra, removing it swiftly. Every passing moment amplified the intensity of their longing, urging him to quicken his pace.

Chapter 347 Pleasuring Him

Leonardo's fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, causing Sofia to gasp in surprise. With a sudden jerk, he ripped the sheer fabric into shreds and discarded it carelessly. His gaze trailed hungrily over her exposed form as he began undressing himself. Efficiently, his suit jacket was discarded, the tie forcefully removed and tossed aside, its destination lost in the chaos of the room. Impatience fueled his actions as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him only in his black boxers, showing his boner poking the thin material of his black boxers.

Sofia's anticipation grew, her thighs clenching involuntarily as she felt the raw desire pulsating between them. Leonardo crawled onto the bed, urging her to lie on her back. His lips found hers, claiming them with an intensity that left her breathless. They kissed passionately, his mouth exploring every inch of hers, his tongue seeking and entwining with hers, igniting a fire that consumed them both in its intoxicating embrace.

His lips embarked on a tantalizing journey, leaving a trail of nips and sucking sensations along her delicate neck. Sofia knew that come morning, she would bear the marks of their passionate encounter-pink and purple reminders of their shared desire. Leonardo's hands forcefully grasped her breasts, his fingers exerting firm pressure that elicited a fervent moan from deep within her. Skillfully, he pinched and rolled her soft, pink nipples, sending an electric surge coursing through her body, igniting a growing heat that saturated her very core.

A cry escaped Sofia's lips as his mouth enveloped her swollen nipple, his tongue expertly swirling and circling around her sensitive nub. His teeth grazed against the pebbles bud, intensifying the sensations as he sucked it deeper into a vortex of pleasure.

Her fingers instinctively tangled in his ebony locks, an act of desperate longing, urging him to delve further, to grant her the relief she sought. Leonardo continued his assault, his mouth and lips exploring every inch of her, turning her nipples as hard and swollen as pebbles, aching with a delightful soreness. As he lavished attention on one breast, he seamlessly transitioned to the other, never relenting in his pursuit of her complete satisfaction.

With each passing moment, her arousal heightened, her core growing wetter, a stream of liquid passion flowing from her heated center. Sensing her mounting anticipation, he shifted his focus, his mouth journeying southward, parting her thighs with his knees as he positioned himself between her legs.

An instinctive urge to rise surged through Sofia, but Leonardo's firm grip on her hips held her securely against the bed, preventing any escape from the overwhelming pleasure that awaited her.

As Leonardo's wicked tongue made contact with Sofia's delicate center, an electrifying surge coursed through her body, causing her to arch on the bed and grip the bedsheets tightly within her fists. His warm, skillful tongue lapped at her aching pussy, pressing firmly against her clit, rolling and circling with expertise that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. It was indescribably exquisite, pushing her to the brink of begging him to take her right then and there.

Her cries of ecstasy intensified as she felt the intrusion of Leonardo's long, thick finger inside her tight hole. The addition of a second finger sent her senses reeling, and she found herself panting and gasping for breath. The amalgamation of pain and pleasure mingled together, driving Sofia to the edge of an otherworldly sensation. The desires and sensations he ignited within her were overwhelming, intensifying her craving for him. Her entire body quivered and trembled, the mounting pleasure building until it consumed her in a mind- shattering climax that reverberated through her core, leaving her utterly spent and satisfied. He kept pumping his finger in and out and sucking her clit with his wicked mouth. She rose on her elbow and saw his boxer slide down to his knees as he stroked his cock with his other hand while pumping his fingers inside her.

Sofia's desire to reciprocate the pleasure overwhelmed her, even though she had no prior experience. Her body seemed to respond as if guided by an innate understanding instinctively. With a sense of anticipation, she positioned herself on the bed and took his erection in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his impressive size. His sheer magnitude was daunting, stretching the limits of her petite hand. Leonardo's response was immediate, a deep groan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back in surrender to the sensations she evoked. Sofia's own moans echoed in the room, a symphony of satisfaction at knowing she could bring him pleasure with her touch.

Instinctively, her face bent down, and her mouth covered the head of his hot and hard rod.

"Fuck," he uttered, his voice laced with desire and a hint of surprise. "You don't have to do this, baby," he opened his eyes and tried to push her away, a mix of concern and restraint evident in his gaze. However, Sofia tightened her grip on his hips, refusing to let him retreat and sucked him more into her mouth because she wanted to do this.

Leonardo's eyes squeezed shut once again, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure as Sofia's talented tongue swirled and danced around soft swollen head. A cascade of curses escaped his mouth, his fingers intertwining with her hair, an instinctive grip driven by ecstasy and desire. She kept pumping him in her mouth.

As Sofia sensed the telltale

tightening of Leonardo's balls, she knew he was teetering on the edge of release. With a deep, guttural groan, he exerted a gentle tug at her hair, pushing her away and slipping out of her mouth with a pop. Their mouths collided in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, sealing their connection in that moment of culmination. At the same time, he pumped his erection two-three times more and shot his hot cum over her body.

Feeling his body tremble against hers, Sofia held him close, their lips locked together with an intensity that conveyed their shared desire. Every ounce of her being poured into the kiss, an offering of her passion and love.

After a few fleeting seconds that felt

like an eternity, Leonardo reluctantly pulled away, his gaze fixated on Sofia's flushed and alluring body, covered his cum. His hand

absently rubbed the back of his net

neck, a hint of bashfulness coloring his cheeks. Astonishingly, even the formidable Leonardo Morelli was not immune to vulnerability and the blush-inducing power of their

intimate encounter.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," he murmured, his voice laden with tenderness and a hint of apology. "Let's get you cleaned up." With that, he effortlessly scooped her up into his strong arms, cradling her protectively as he carried her towards the bathroom. Together, they indulged in a steamy hot tub bath, the warm water enveloping them, erasing any lingering tension and amplifying their intimacy. Later, exhausted yet content, Sofia found solace and security wrapped in the embrace of Leonardo's arms as sleep overcame them, their bodies intertwined in a cocoon of comfort.

When Sofia awoke, she found the bed empty, devoid of Leonardo's presence. A sense of unease washed over her, prompting her to rise swiftly and sit on the edge of the bed. She scanned the room with searching eyes, but he was nowhere to be found. Anxious, she approached the bathroom door and gently knocked before cautiously opening it, only to discover it vacant as well.

Sofia tied her hair into a ponytail,

attended to her morning routine of brushing her teeth and washing her face, all the while a sense of anticipation tinged with concern lingering within her. Descending to the dining area, she discovered Leonardo's absence once again. The house staff diligently carried out their daily tasks, unaware of his whereabouts. Inquisitive, Sofia approached a maid, seeking information.

The maid bowed respectfully before Sofia and greeted her, "Good morning, ma'am! Sir left early this morning, informing us to relay the message to you and ensure that you have everything you need. May I inquire what you would like for breakfast?"

"Excuse me," she politely addressed the maid, "Did you happen to see Leonardo this morning?"

Sofia's annoyance flickered beneath the surface. Leonardo hadn't awakened her before departing for the office as he often did. She longed to witness his handsome face when she opened her eyes each morning, yearning for the wicked kisses he bestowed upon her at the start of each day. Her mood shifted to one of somber discontent.

However, hunger gnawed at her stomach, reminding her of the practicality of attending to her morning sustenance. Resolving to address the matter later, she decided to have breakfast first, comforting her rumbling appetite, before retreating to her room to make the necessary phone call to Leonardo.

Chapter 348 Missing My Husband

Sofia was hungry, so she decided to have breakfast first before calling Leonardo. She pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down. Sofia informed the servant that she would be fine with anything for breakfast. They served her an array of dishes, and her taste buds rejoiced at the sight of so many delicious foods spread out before her. Once she had eaten her fill, she set down her fork and spoon, bidding farewell to the dining room as she made her way back to her room.

Sofia indulged in a lengthy shower, luxuriating in the warm water cascading over her body. She lingered in the bathtub, fully immersed in the soothing comfort, while her chosen playlist filled the air from the speakers discreetly mounted in the bathroom's corners. After emerging from the refreshing bath, she slipped into a fresh set of clothes and turned on the television to pass the time. As she sat there, she anxiously awaited Leonardo's call or message. Though a romantic movie played on the screen, her mind was far from the love story unfolding before her. She clutched her phone tightly, her gaze fixated on the screen, hoping for any sign of communication.

Hours crawled by, and the silence from him persisted. Frustrated, Sofia decided to take matters into her own hands and dialed his number. He answered after just two rings, his deep, manly voice washing over her through the phone's speaker, causing her to melt inside. "Hey, baby girl, you're awake?" Leonardo's enchanting voice resonated with a magnetic charm.

"Yes, I've been up for three hours. And you... Why didn't you wake me up before leaving for the office?" Sofia complained, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.

"Oh baby, you were sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to disturb you and listen in on your dreams," Leonardo whispered, his voice laced with weariness. "Don't wait for me for dinner because I will be late. There are so many things going on, causing trouble..." He sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of his responsibilities. "I have to handle them myself."

"It's okay," Sofia murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "But try to come home soon, hmmm?" She reached out to caress his cheek, and he responded with a gentle hum.

Sofia spent the evening in a mixture of restlessness and boredom. She watched TV for a while, taking occasional breaks to wander through the opulent mansion. The grandeur of the place had lost its luster over time, and she found solace in the tranquility of the garden. She took a leisurely stroll, breathing in the fragrant blooms that adorned the pathways. In between, she allowed herself a brief respite, lying down on a bench and closing her eyes to pass the time.

As midnight approached, Leonardo had still not returned. Exhaustion overwhelmed Sofia, and she succumbed to sleep, hoping he would be by her side when she woke.

In the depths of the night, as Sofia stirred in her slumber, she felt a presence beside her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Leonardo lying there, his chiseled features softened in sleep. His muscular arm enveloped her, providing a sense of security. She couldn't help but smile, nuzzling her face against his chest, finding solace in his warmth. Sleep claimed her once more.

When Sofia awoke in the morning, she stretched her limbs, only to find Leonardo's side of the bed vacant once again. Confusion clouded her thoughts, and she wondered where he could be. Seeking answers, she summoned one of the servants, who informed her that Leonardo had left early in the morning and would not return until late at night.

Sofia let out a sigh, the weight of her solitude pressing upon her. She pondered the price she had unknowingly paid for marrying a wealthy billionaire-the empty hours spent in his absence, the yearning for his companionship, and the constant reminder of her own loneliness.

It had been nearly a week, and Sofia had yet to have a proper conversation with Leonardo, despite living under the same roof. He would leave early in the morning and return late at night. Sofia was well aware that he was not just a business tycoon, but also a powerful Mafia king. Perhaps his dual responsibilities prevented him from allocating any time for his personal life. However, Sofia's patience had worn thin, and she no longer cared about his obligations-she simply wanted her husband's attention and time. Determined to reach out to him, Sofia decided to call Leonardo in the middle of the day. However, he didn't answer. Undeterred, she dialed his number again, and this time, the call was answered. But it wasn't Leonardo on the other end of the line. "Hello, ma'am. Mr. Morelli is currently tied up in an urgent meeting. He will contact you when he becomes available," the unfamiliar voice informed her, prepared to end the call. Sofia, unwilling to accept this dismissal, interjected.

"Wait! I need to speak to him right now. It's urgent," she insisted, her determination fueled by her status as his wife, giving her a measure of authority. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Sofia's ears caught the sound of a weary sigh from the other end of the phone, followed by a brief pause. Then, the voice returned, "Ma'am, Mr. Morelli is currently occupied and unable to speak with you at the moment."

Fury surged through Sofia at the thought of being ignored by Leonardo. She had never anticipated such treatment from him. He had promised he would never mistreat her. Yet, for nearly a week, he had disregarded her, causing her anger to boil. She wasn't about to let him off so easily.

In a fit of frustration, she bellowed into the phone, "Tell Mr. Morelli that he must come home immediately. Otherwise, I will never forgive him."

Sofia relayed her demands to the person on the other end, possibly an assistant, and promptly ended the call. Seeking solace, she retreated to her room and turned on the television, hoping to distract herself by watching the news. However, a particular report repeatedly flashed across the screen, revealing the imminent threat of a gang war in Genoa involving two rival factions. The tension in the city was palpable.

Just as Sofia absorbed the dire news, a knock echoed at her door. "Come in," she granted entry to whoever sought her attention. The door swung open, and a maid stepped into the room, announcing, "Ma'am, Mr. Domenico Russo has arrived to see you. He is waiting in the living area."

Sofia's memory jogged, recalling her encounter with Domenico at the Morelli mansion. What could he possibly want here? Leonardo wasn't present, so why had Domenico come to meet her?

Sofia rose from her seat and made her way to the living area, where she found Domenico Russo waiting for her. The moment his eyes fell upon Sofia's presence, he stood up and gracefully bowed, extending his greeting. "Good evening, ma'am! Mr. Morelli is currently occupied with a matter of utmost urgency and importance. Therefore, I have come to assist you," he explained with a respectful tone.

Sofia couldn't help but roll her eyes

in frustration. Why had Leonardo sent Domenico Russo instead of being there himself? She longed for her husband, her dear Leonardo, to be by her side. "Why are you here? simply wish to spend some time with my husband. Where is he?" she sighed, sinking onto the plush

couch. She realized her words came across as rude, but her frustration overpowered her manners. Her heart yearned for Leonardo's presence, and nobody else would suffice.

Domenico settled himself in a seat across from Sofia, attentively observing her. "And why do you address him as Mr. Morelli? Aren't you his best friend?" Sofia raised a questioning eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"You are correct," Domenico

acknowledged, nodding in

agreement. "However, at this moment, I am here on duty, and Leonardo is my superior. I work for him as the CEO of one of his companies and serve as his trusted right hand," he explained, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly Unspoken between them was the understanding that Domenico held a position of power within Leonardo's formidable Mafia organization, making him the proverbial right hand to the boss himself.

"What kind of urgent meetings has he been attending for an entire week?" Sofia's voice resonated with a mixture of frustration and anger as she confronted Domenico. Her eyes flashed with pent-up emotion, reflecting her genuine discontent: "I haven't had a proper conversation with him in the last seven days. I am beyond fed up with his constant disregard for me. He leaves early in the morning and returns late at night. What am I supposed to expect from this marriage?" Her words carried a raw intensity, revealing the depths of her disappointment.

Sofia's frustration had reached its peak, her patience worn thin. She longed for a connection with her husband, for his presence and attention to be wholly hers. The absence of his companionship had taken its toll on her, leaving her with an overwhelming sense of isolation. She felt lonely and neglected.

 

Chapter 349 Waiting For Him

Domenico nodded sympathetically, his expression conveying understanding. "I can understand, ma'am," he responded gently.

"Call me Sofia," she corrected him abruptly, wanting to assert some familiarity amidst her distress.

Domenico's face showed a hint of concern, and he responded, "Oh no, ma'am! I am not permitted to address you by your name. I value my life too much," he said with a chuckle, leaving Sofia perplexed. What did he mean by such a cryptic statement? Sensing her confusion, he continued, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. "So, the issue lies in your desire to spend quality time with your husband while he fails to provide you with the attention you seek. Hmmm..." Domenico's words trailed off, indicating his contemplation of the matter.

Then, he turned his gaze towards Sofia, mustering a gentle smile, and spoke with the utmost politeness, "Given that you are married to the most successful and affluent man in the country, you must understand the immense responsibilities and workload that rest upon his shoulders."

Pausing for a moment, Domenico gauged her reaction, finding her silent and contemplative. He continued, hoping to offer solace and advice, "Grant him some time. I am certain that he, too, yearns for moments spent with you. Should you ever need to vent or voice your concerns, feel free to confide in me like a brother. I am always available to lend an ear."

Sofia's gloomy mood began to brighten at Leonardo's brotherly gesture. Grateful, she responded, "Thank you so much, Mr. Russo, for lending me your ear." Finally, a genuine smile graced her lips.

"Anytime. And call me Dom," he suggested, returning her smile warmly.

Sofia pondered his proposal for a moment before suggesting, "How about I call you brother?"

A genuine look of happiness illuminated Dom's face as he enthusiastically replied, "That would be wonderful! I've gained a sister. How marvelous!"

As their camaraderie grew, Dom shifted the topic, acknowledging Sofia's boredom at home and missing her husband. "Why don't you consider joining some clubs, like the ones society ladies often do?" he advised, hoping to offer her an outlet for her restlessness. "Oh no, I'm too young to join those clubs," Sofia pouted, her youthful spirit refusing to conform to the restrictions imposed by such establishments.

Dom nodded in understanding. "You're right. Then how about your studies? Have you managed to complete your course?"

Sofia hesitated, her thoughts turning to her unfulfilled desire to finish her education, secure a decent job, and become independent. "No, I had to abandon it halfway when my father arranged my marriage with Leonardo," she confessed, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Oh... I have a brilliant idea!" Domenico exclaimed, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Why don't you continue your studies and rejoin your school? Have a conversation with Leonardo about it and seek admission again. It would be beneficial for both you and Leonardo. You won't have to stay at home all the time, and you'll have something productive to keep you engaged," he suggested, his words filled with genuine concern.

Sofia's face lit up with joy. "Wow, brother! You're absolutely brilliant. Thank you so much for suggesting that," she expressed her gratitude sincerely, feeling a surge of happiness within her.

"The pleasure is mine," Domenico replied with a warm smile. "So, if the matter is resolved, may I take your leave? Your husband will also require my presence at the office," he informed her, his smile still intact.

Sofia giggled in response, nodding her head. "Of course, and thank you for coming. It was a pleasure to meet you," she expressed her appreciation.

"Good night, Mrs. Morelli," Domenico bid farewell respectfully.

"Call me Sofia!" she insisted, her voice carrying a touch of familiarity.

"Oh no. I must protect this beautiful face of mine," Domenico playfully replied, his hand gently caressing his cheek. His remark elicited genuine laughter from Sofia, reaffirming her belief that he was a genuinely good-hearted man.

With that, Domenico took his leave, and Sofia eagerly awaited Leonardo's arrival. Tonight, she would discuss with him the idea of rejoining her school, excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.

The day had been arduous for

Leonardo, and as he settled into his

car for the journey home, he couldn't help but feel the weight of exhaustion. It seemed like an eternity since he had last seen the comforts of his residence. Amidst the chaos of an ongoing dispute between rival gangs, Sofia's call had interrupted him, demanding his attention. The gangs had grown defiant, refusing to heed his

commands. However, as the revered mafia king, the don, he possessed the power to dictate their fates. Disobedience would result in exile from the country, and they were well aware of the consequences.

Leonardo understood that Sofia must have grown upset due to his recent lack of attention. The past few days had been consumed by his demanding responsibilities, leaving him little time for his beloved wife. It was during this chaotic period that Domenico had picked up Sofia's call, assuming the role of intermediary on Leonardo's behalf. After their conversation, Domenico informed Leonardo of Sofia's raging anger and her ultimatum for his immediate return home. Leonardo couldn't help but find amusement in the fact that only Sofia possessed the power to threaten him in such a manner. However, he was left feeling helpless, torn between his duty to quell the rising tension between the warring factions and his yearning to be with his wife.

Deep down, Leonardo knew that Sofia's concerns were not rooted in her safety. The mansion was under constant guard, with vigilant sentinels patrolling the premises day and night. Inside the house, servants attended to her every need, ensuring her well-being. No, her distress stemmed from a sense of loneliness, and Leonardo found himself missing her with an intensity he couldn't ignore.

Leonardo had dispatched Domenico to check on Sofia promptly after her call. He knew he could rely on Domenico's unwavering loyalty. As Leonardo's best friend, Domenico had been a steadfast presence throughout Leonardo's life, tackling every challenge that came their way. It was for this reason that Domenico held the esteemed position of Leonardo's right-hand man.

Exhaustion consumed Leonardo as he reclined in his seat, his eyelids heavy with the weight of weariness. He leaned his head back, seeking a brief respite, allowing his eyes to flutter shut as he yearned for a moment of relaxation before arriving home.

Upon his arrival, Leonardo treaded

softly, silently entering the premises.

He had been making his way

towards his room when he caught- sight of Sofia curled up on the couch. What was she doing there at this late hour? He drew closer concern furrowing his brow, and observed her slumbering form. Sofia slept soundly, her lips slightly parted, and a subtle crease of discontent marring her features. Oh, God! She had been waiting for him.

This realization struck Leonardo with a sense of foreboding. It meant Sofia's anger still smoldered, and he knew he was in for a trying ordeal. Carefully, he bent down, his muscles straining as he gathered her delicate frame into his arms, intending to carry her to their room and settle her upon their shared bed.

However, the moment he lifted Sofia's weight, her eyes fluttered open, and she instinctively wound her slender arms around his neck. "Leonardo! You're back," she whispered in a drowsy voice, her words dripping with affection. In that moment, with her tousled hair and partially hooded eyes, she appeared irresistibly tempting to him.

"Yes, my baby girl," Leonardo responded affectionately, a warm smile adorning his face as he scooped Sofia up into his strong arms. With tender steps, he carried her towards their bedroom, his gaze filled with adoration for his beloved wife. "Why are you sleeping here? You should be resting in our bed," he gently chided, his voice laced with concern.

Sofia looked up at Leonardo with innocent eyes, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her proximity sent an electric current surging through his body, causing his cock twitch in his pants. He fought back a groan, trying to maintain composure in the face of such tempting sensations.

"I was waiting for you," Sofia replied, her voice filled with sincerity and longing. The words tugged at Leonardo's heartstrings, reminding him of the time they had spent apart. He carried her up the stairs, each step a deliberate movement filled with a mix of desire and regret.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," Leonardo apologized, his voice laced with regret. "These past few days have been incredibly demanding. There are countless matters that require my attention at work," he explained, his tone tinged with frustration at the obligations that kept him away from his wife.

"Yes, it seems like everything requires your undivided attention except for me. Don't you think I..." Sofia's sentence abruptly halted, her delicate lips biting down on them shyly, revealing her inner turmoil.

At that moment, the radiance of her beautiful face faded, replaced by a tinge of sadness that dimmed her once-bright eyes.

Chapter 350 My Hot Husband his veins.

Leonardo's breathing became heavy, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, the sound echoing in his head as his pulse raced into his cardiac chamber. Sweat dotted his forehead, evidence of the adrenaline coursing through "Tell me, baby girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He leaned in closer to Sofia, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation. With one swift motion, he kicked the door open, the force of it propelling them forward as he continued to hold her securely in his arms. Taking purposeful strides, he carried her towards the bed, his movements confident and deliberate.

Reaching the bed, Leonardo gently placed Sofia down, his touch tender yet possessive. He was about to pull away, but Sofia's hands clung to his neck, her fingers entwined in his hair, refusing to let go.

"What, baby girl?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingertips grazing her soft skin. He wanted to see her clearly, to etch every detail of her pretty face into his memory.

Sofia's lips parted, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to find the words. "Hubby..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of longing and vulnerability shining within them. "I missed you," she finally confessed, her voice breathless with emotion.

A surge of tenderness washed over Leonardo, his heart swelling with affection for the woman before him. He traced his thumb gently across her cheek, his touch feather-light. "You have me, baby girl," he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity and devotion. "I am here with you, always."

Reluctantly, Leonardo tried to pull away, the weight of exhaustion tugging at him after a long and tiring day. He needed to freshen up to regain his strength. But Sofia tugged him back down, her grip firm yet gentle. Her eyes pleaded with him, silently begging him to stay, to bask in the warmth of their connection just a little longer.

Sofia tightened her hold on Leonardo's neck, her grip possessive and needy. It elicited a low chuckle from him, the sound reverberating through the room. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he peered into her flushed face, taking in every delicate detail.

Her cheeks were a vibrant shade of crimson, a clear sign of her heightened arousal. Leonardo's gaze zeroed in on her plump, tempting lips, aching to taste their sweetness. The desire in her eyes was palpable, mirroring his own.

With a voice laced with desire, Sofia finally voiced the words he had longed to hear. "I want... I want you... to make love... to me." Her admission hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. How could he deny himself after such a confession? But today was not the day he would claim her.

Leaning his face down, Leonardo brushed his lips against hers, initiating a kiss filled with raw passion. His mouth melded with hers, an explosion of longing and need igniting a blazing fire within him. Every nerve in his body came alive, craving the taste and touch of her. When he finally pulled away, Sofia was left breathless and panting, her lips swollen and her eyes half-closed, revealing a mesmerizing shade of blue. She looked at him with a mixture of adoration and hunger, her gaze captivating him in its intensity. "Baby, I'm dying to," Leonardo confessed, his voice husky with desire. "But I am too tired tonight. I doubt I can satisfy you with my hundred percent." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, teasing and playful.

Sofia's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disappointment and amusement flickering within them. She let out a small squeak, her voice filled with playful indignation. "Eww," she exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her tone as she playfully swatted his arm. Sofia gently pushed Leonardo to sit on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands covering her face as if to shield herself from his gaze. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a mixture of adoration and amusement at her adorable demeanor.

With tenderness, Leonardo reached out, his strong hands gently prying her fingers away from her face. He cradled her beautiful face in his palms, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as he implored her to look at him. "Look at me, angel," he pleaded, his voice filled with a combination of longing and concern.

But Sofia kept her eyes closed, as if afraid of the vulnerability that lay beneath her fluttering lashes. Her breathing was shallow, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying her inner turmoil.

"Look at me, love," Leonardo insisted, his voice now laced with gentle determination. He yearned to connect with her on a deeper level.

Slowly, hesitantly, she yielded to his request, her long lashes lifting to reveal the depth of her soul. His gaze locked with hers, Leonardo felt a surge of emotions flood his being. At that moment, he knew he would do anything for her.

Drawing a deep breath, he mustered the courage to ask the question that had been burning in his chest. "Tell me, what do you want?" Leonardo's voice was gentle yet laced with a smoldering intensity. His eyes drank in every contour of her beautiful face, desperate to understand her desires, to fulfill her every need.

Sofia's voice trembled slightly, her words laden with desire and vulnerability.

"I want you," she confessed, her eyes never wavering from his gaze. There was no chance that Leonardo would deny her request.

Leonardo gently removed Sofia's t-shirt, revealing she didn't wear a bra. Her round breasts spilled before him as her nipples stood erect, beckoning him closer. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and anticipation.

With an unspoken understanding,

Leonardo wasted no time. He

pressed his lips against her sensitive buds, drawing them into his mouth with a skillful touch. Sofia's breath hitched as pleasure surged through her. Simultaneously, Leonardo's hand found its way to the waistband of her shorts, teasingly tugging them down along with her panties.

Sofia's fingers instinctively entangled themselves in Leonardo's hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her moans and gasps filled the air, fueling his desire to bring he ecstasy. Leonardo used his tongue, lips, and fingers to pleasure her, expertly exploring every inch of her being. His actions were driven by an overwhelming urge to make this experience unforgettable. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he would control tonight. He had something in his mind to recreate their wedding night as he was the one who spoiled it.

Leonardo was determined to make it the best night of Sofia's life, a night she would cherish forever.

He skillfully elicited pleasure from her, causing waves of ecstasy to ripple through her. Each touch, each caress sent her into a euphoric frenzy, her breath hitching in her throat. The room echoed with the symphony of their passion as she surrendered herself to him completely.

He had an uncanny ability to bring

her to the brink of ecstasy time and time again, his expertise leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more. He pleasured her so intensely that the count of her climaxes became a blur, lost in the depths of their passion. When she finally succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, he decided to refresh himself.

Leonardo made his way to the bathroom. Stepping into the cascading water of the shower, the warm droplets washed away the burden of the exhausting long day. The water soothed his muscles, invigorating him as it ran down his toned physique. Cleansed and rejuvenated, he emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Gazing at the slumbering beauty on the bed, he felt a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness. Slipping under the sheets, he gathered her in his strong, muscular arms, cradling her fragile form against his chest. As her rhythmic breathing lulled him into a state of tranquility, he succumbed to the gentle embrace of sleep.

The next day, Sofia gradually emerged from the realm of sleep, her eyes fluttering open to the dimly lit room. The warmth that once enveloped her vanished, leaving an empty space beside her on the bed. A mix of confusion and frustration coursed through her veins, intertwining with the remnants of a dream that slipped away like smoke.

Sofia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the cold, wooden floor. The softness of the sheets still clung to her skin, reminding her of the intimacy they shared the night before. She sighed, her gaze drifting to the empty spot beside her as if expecting Leonardo's form to materialize and fill the void.

The room, draped in shadows, echoed with the haunting silence that seemed to reflect her thoughts. Sofia's hand reached out to the side table, her fingers grazing the surface as she groped for her cell phone. The device illuminated her face as she unlocked it with a swipe, revealing no missed calls or unanswered messages.

So, Leonardo, as he did every day, had disappeared without a word.