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He Cares Sofia's disappointment dissipated as she entered the bathroom, the cool water splashing on her face like a gentle wake-up call. With renewed vigor, she hastily freshened up, determined to seize the moment. As she walked down the hall, her footsteps seemed lighter, her heart was sad and missing her husband.

To her surprise, the gloomy corridors led her to a heartwarming sight. There he was, Leonardo, seated at the breakfast table with his laptop open before him. His typically unreadable demeanor softened, and his tea sat neglected, growing colder with each passing moment.

"You haven't left for your work?" Sofia inquired, taking a seat beside him, her smile radiant and genuine. It had been an entire week since they had the chance to share breakfast together, and her joy couldn't be contained.

Leonardo chuckled, playfully teasing her, "Why, baby girl? Are you not happy to see me?" He knew all too well the happiness he brought to her by being there, breaking his routine for this special occasion.

Sofia quickly clarified, "No, I didn't mean that. I am pleasantly surprised to see you at the breakfast table. Otherwise, you always leave for your office before I wake up." There was a tinge of sadness in her sigh, as she often felt a longing to have more of these cherished moments together.

"I can't do anything about that, baby girl. Because... you know... work is God," he responded with a touch of jest, his laughter resonating through the room. In that moment, she felt a sense of contentment seeing him in such a good mood, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from his shoulders.

As they exchanged playful banter, Sofia felt a surge of courage welling up inside her. It was the right time to discuss her own aspirations, her desire to rejoin school, and pursue her dreams.

"I want to ask you about... Can I go back to join my school? I want to complete my course," Sofia's voice trembled with a mix of fear and hope as she broached the subject, unsure of how Leonardo would react.

Leonardo, his attention momentarily diverted from the glow of his laptop, turned his gaze towards Sofia. His intense eyes studied her for a few lingering seconds, his thoughts seemingly lost in contemplation.

Finally, he spoke, his voice measured yet filled with understanding, "Of course, baby. I didn't know that you had dropped your course in the middle. Otherwise, I would have made arrangements for you to continue your education earlier."

A surge of relief washed over Sofia, causing a smile to bloom on her lips. The weight of uncertainty lifted from her shoulders as Leonardo's words offered reassurance. Gratitude colored her voice as she exclaimed, "Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it." Leonardo's attention returned to his laptop momentarily before he looked back at Sofia, his expression now serious. "I will speak with Domenico and ensure that all the necessary formalities are completed. Let him know which school you want to attend, and I will make certain that Mark enhances your safety. They will be by your side at all times, even inside the classroom. I won't take any chances with your well-being," his tone carried a resolute determination.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over Sofia, her happiness tainted by the realization that her life as the wife of a Mafia king would never be ordinary.

With the help of Domenico, Sofia secured admission to her old school and embarked on her journey to reclaim her education. Determined not to miss a beat, she attended her classes diligently, making up for lost time through extra studying. She immersed herself in the familiar rhythms of academia, a sanctuary of knowledge amidst the chaos of her life.

Yet, on her first day back at school after her marriage, a mix of nervousness and anticipation consumed Sofia. Once accustomed to traveling by public transport, she now found herself seated in the luxurious confines of a Mercedes, followed closely by a car filled with vigilant bodyguards. The attention they garnered as they arrived at the school was palpable, and Sofia felt the weight of every gaze fixed upon her.

Students and teachers alike regarded her with curiosity and awe, their eyes widening as if she had materialized from another world. This scrutiny only heightened Sofia's unease, for she was unaccustomed to being the center of attention. In the hallways and classrooms, whispers and stares trailed her like shadows, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Although the knowledge of Sofia's

connection to Kat, a notorious figure in the underworld, spread like wildfire, the treatment she received from her peers left much to be desired. They reveled in treating her as an outcast, relishing the

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opportunity to degrade and belittle her at every turn. Sofia became an easy target, and their contemptuous behavior toward her intensified as the days went by.

Loneliness became Sofia's constant companion, as her peers shunned her and refused to offer even a sliver of friendship. She was ostracized, deemed unworthy of

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companionship due to her perceived poverty and lack of conventional beauty. The echoes of their taunts and cold indifference reverberated in her mind, but she found solace in the solitude, embracing her own personal sanctuary away from the prying eyes and cruel judgments.

In the corridors of the school, Kat reigned as a popular and celebrated figure. Her beauty captivated all who crossed her path, and her skills in both extracurricular activities and academics set her apart from the crowd. Sofia, on the other hand, existed in the shadows, an almost invisible presence in the overwhelming radiance of her half-sister.

To ensure Sofia's safety, Domenico sought permission from the dean for two bodyguards to accompany her during classes. One guard would station themselves outside the classroom, vigilant and watchful, while the other would find a discreet corner within the classroom, keeping a constant eye on Sofia's surroundings.

As Sofia learned of this arrangement, she couldn't help but marvel at the extent of her husband, Leonardo Morelli's influence. The dean's agreement to the request was a testament to the power and sway that Leonardo held, and Domenico confirmed that a substantial donation had been made to the school as a gesture of gratitude for their compliance.

With trepidation swirling within her, Sofia approached her classroom, her head bowed and her steps measured. But the moment she entered, the room erupted with hushed whispers and pointed fingers. The curious gazes of her classmates fixed upon her, turning her into the center of attention, however unwelcome it may have been.

The weight of their judgement bore

down on Sofia's shoulders,

here

threatening to crush her spirit. Each whisper and each pointed stare felt like a piercing arrow aimed at her vulnerability. The insecurity she she had kept at bay resurfaced, clawing its way to the surface of her

consciousness. It was as if the very act of existing in that classroom drew forth their scrutiny, amplifying her self-consciousness to

unbearable levels.

Silently, Sofia took her seat, her eyes focused on her desk, attempting to shield herself from the prying eyes that lingered upon her. The air felt heavy, suffused with unspoken judgement, and she longed for an escape from the suffocating atmosphere. Yet, despite the uncomfortable attention, Sofia's determination remained unshaken. The knowledge that her safety was being safeguarded by the presence of the bodyguards lent her a sense of reassurance, even amidst the storm of whispers and sidelong glances. With each passing day, she vowed to rise above the pettiness and superficial judgments, believing in the strength that resided within her.

As Sofia bowed her head, the room hummed with gossip and speculation. But unbeknownst to her classmates, she was not defined by their shallow perceptions.

The usual quietness of Sofia's world was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Rena, her classmate, who took a seat beside her. Sofia was taken aback by the rare act of someone initiating a conversation with her, a stark contrast to the usual invisibility she felt among her peers.

"Hi Sofia, you were absent for almost a month," Rena said with a friendly smile, breaking the ice between them.

Sofia tried to find an excuse for her prolonged absence, but her voice trailed off, unable to fabricate a plausible reason for her absence. The truth was a delicate secret, one she couldn't share with her schoolmates.

"Yeah, I was busy," she managed to reply vaguely, her eyes averting Rena's inquisitive gaze.

"Babe, I heard about your marriage," Rena continued, her grin widening. The words spilled from her lips with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "In fact, everyone in our school knew about Leonardo Morelli and your marriage. Congratulations, Mrs. Morelli, you hit the jackpot!"

Sofia's heart sank at the way her marriage was reduced to a mere jackpot, a financial windfall that supposedly defined her newfound identity.

Inwardly, Sofia seethed with indignation. Her relationship with Leonardo was not a game of chance. Money had never been a driving force in her decision to be with him. Yet, she chose to remain silent, burying her head in book and unwilling to engage in a conversation that belittled the significance of her union.

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband Chapter 352 New Friends

"Sofia, you missed so many classes. If you need any assistance or notes, you can ask me," Rena's words broke through the air, laced with sincerity and genuine concern. Sofia lifted her head, her eyes meeting Rena's with surprise. The kindness radiating from Rena's offer struck a chord within Sofia, for it was a gesture she had never experienced before.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that," Sofia's voice carried a soft gratitude, her heart warming at the thought of someone extending a helping hand. In that moment, Rena's genuine nature pierced through the superficial facade that often dominated the halls of their school.

"I got you, girl. So... friends?" Rena's hand extended towards Sofia, an invitation to forge a connection. Sofia hesitated for a moment, her mind wrestling with the skepticism bred from past experiences. But the sincerity in Rena's eyes and the warmth of her gesture melted Sofia's reservations. With a tentative smile, she reached out and clasped Rena's hand in hers.

"By the way, I'm Rena," Rena introduced herself, a touch of playfulness in her tone.

"I know your name," Sofia responded, a smile gracing her lips. Though she had often remained in the periphery of social interactions, Sofia had observed her classmates closely, taking note of their names and faces.

"Really, babe?" Rena's eyes sparkled with amusement.

Before Sofia could delve deeper into their conversation, a new presence made itself known.

"Hey, I am Enzo." Enzo, one of the scholars known for his academic prowess, approached and took a seat next to Sofia. His reputation preceded him, a testament to his exceptional intellect and consistent academic achievements.

"Hi, I'm Sofia," she greeted him, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity and intrigue. Enzo nodded, acknowledging her presence with a silent affirmation.

"Sofia, if you need help with your studies, ask me anytime," Enzo said with sincerity. "That would be great, thank you," Sofia's words carried a tinge of relief, grateful for the opportunity to seek academic support and connect with someone who saw beyond the superficialities that had enveloped her.

Their conversation was cut short as the teacher entered the room, commanding the attention of the students. The classroom descended into a hushed silence, the rustling of papers and the tapping of pens becoming the sole sounds that permeated the air. After the class concluded, Sofia gathered her belongings, her mind contemplating the brief respite she had before her next lesson. The library called to her, it's quiet embrace beckoning her to immerse herself in the world of books and knowledge. Accompanied by her vigilant bodyguards, Sofia made her way towards the library. A familiar voice called out to her. Enzo appeared, rushing towards her with a bag slung over his shoulder, his eagerness palpable.

A bodyguard instinctively stepped forward, creating a barrier between Enzo and Sofia, his protective stance unwavering. Sofia, realizing the situation, intervened, her voice firm yet gentle as she addressed the bodyguard.

"Please don't stop him. He is my friend," Sofia's request hung in the air, her eyes earnestly meeting those of the bodyguard. After a brief pause, he glanced between Enzo and Sofia, silently acknowledging her trust in her friend, and he slowly withdrew his hand, allowing Enzo to approach.

Enzo, his eyes widening in surprise, couldn't help but comment on the sight of the security detail that shadowed Sofia's every move. Rubbing his shoulder where the bodyguard had briefly restrained him, he spoke with a mix of awe and amusement.

"Wow, dude, you've got your own security detail following you everywhere," Enzo's words dripped with a mixture of astonishment and playful jest. Sofia shook her head lightly, a soft smile gracing her lips as she responded.

"Just a precaution," Sofia's voice carried a hint of understatement, aware of the truth that lay beneath the surface.

"Rena said that you need some notes. You missed your classes for almost a month," Enzo explained, pulling out a stack of notebooks from his bag and placing them before Sofia. "Look, we have two classes in common. I can give you notes on those subjects, and Rena will provide you with notes for the others, okay?"

Gratitude welled up within Sofia as she accepted the proffered notes, appreciating Enzo's willingness to lend a helping hand. "Thank you, Enzo. I'll make sure to return them once I've copied all the notes."

Enzo simply grinned, brushing off her gratitude as if it were inconsequential. Before she could fully process Enzo's gesture, Rena burst onto the scene, her voice ringing with excitement. "Sofia!"

Sofia turned towards her, her attention captured by Rena's exuberance.

"If you're free, let's go to the cafeteria," Rena suggested, glancing between Enzo and Sofia.

"Thank you, but I would prefer to be in the library," Sofia replied, a note of hesitation lacing her words. The invitation to join her friends in the cafeteria was foreign to her, as she had always sought solace in the quiet corners of the library. It was where she had found comfort and familiarity in her solitude.

Rena and Enzo exchanged a brief glance, silently communicating their understanding. Rena, ever adaptable, adjusted her proposal. "Okay, then let's go to the library. I also need to make some notes. It'll be great if we study together in a group."

A grin tugged at the corners of Sofia's lips, her heart lifting at the revelation that her newfound companions also shared a fondness for the library's tranquil embrace.

As Sofia, Rena, and Enzo entered the

library, they were greeted by the

familiar hush that enveloped the sacred space of books and knowledge, it was a haven where Sofia had always found solace, and today was no exception. However, she couldn't help but notice that a silent presence followed her inside-the ever-watchful bodyguard assigned to her protection. It seemed their mandate extended even within the confines of the library, a constant reminder of the world she now inhabited.

Undeterred, Sofia focused on her studies, grateful for the notes provided by Enzo and Rena. With determination in her eyes, she delved into her missed work, determined to catch up on her studies and make the most of this opportunity.

Days turned into weeks, and Sofia

found herself engrossed in her studies, forging ahead with her coursework. Leonardo's absence became a regular occurrence, his business ventures demanding his attention. Though Sofia yearned for more time with him, she understood the demands of his position and chose not to burden him with her own desires. She had found a semblance of contentment in her studies.

It had been a productive two weeks for Sofia, having successfully completed all the missed notes with the invaluable help of her new friends, Renia and Enzo. The weight of the past seemed to lessen with each passing day, replaced by a newfound sense of belonging and accomplishment. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Sofia made her way towards the parking lot, her steps light with the satisfaction of a productive day.

However, her moment of serenity was interrupted when she caught sight of Kat, her half-sister, engaged in what seemed like a flirting conversation with a famous swimmer from their school. The boy's presence exuded wealth and popularity, drawing Sofia's attention, for she knew that such attention was a rarity from Kat, who had often neglected her in the past. Unconsciously, Sofia lowered her gaze, not wanting to intrude on her half-sister's moment or draw attention to herself. But it was too late; Kat's sharp eyes had caught sight of her, and she called out her name with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"Sofia? What are you doing here in school?" Kat's voice carried a tone of genuine inquiry as she left the boy behind and walked toward Sofia, leaving the swimmer momentarily forgotten.

Sofia came to an uneasy halt, her heart racing as she braced herself for the possibility of facing Kat's scorn once again. The fear of being insulted and belittled by her half-sister still lingered.

Kat's words struck Sofia like a series of blows, each one fueling her fear and igniting the memories of past torment. The laughter of Kat's friends joined the chorus, amplifying the humiliation that washed over her. She felt her composure slipping, her trembling hands a testament to her vulnerability.

"I... I joined the school again to complete my course," Sofia managed to stutter, her voice barely audible above the taunts and laughter.

Kat's expression twisted with disbelief, a mocking smirk dancing upon her lips. "And Leonardo allowed you?" she sneered, her tone dripping with condescension.

Unable to find her voice, Sofia simply nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her feet. The weight of Kat's ridicule pressed upon her, leaving her feeling small and insignificant.

A raucous laughter erupted from Kat's gang, their jeers and jabs aimed directly at Sofia's marriage and her supposed influence over Leonardo. The words cut deep, dredging up insecurities she thought she had overcome. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she fought to hold them back, unwilling to give Kat and her cronies the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Chapter 353 My Husband's Pda

The weight of their cruel words started to overwhelm Sofia, and tears welled up in her eyes. Sensing her distress, Sofia's bodyguard, who had been observing the scene from a distance, stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "Ma'am, if you want, I can make them pay for laughing at you," he offered, his voice filled with a protective determination.

Sofia, fighting back her tears, shook her head. "No, no, please. I don't want to make a scene," she pleaded, her voice laced with vulnerability.

In the past few days, Sofia's bodyguards had grown accustomed to her friends accompanying her at school. They had learned to recognize them and had stopped bothering the students who approached Sofia.

Sofia, determined to maintain her composure, continued walking towards her car, trying to ignore the hurtful names thrown her way. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as the weight of the taunting became too much to bear.

Just as she reached her breaking point, someone abruptly grabbed her hand and pulled her into a warm embrace. Startled, Sofia looked up and found Leonardo standing before her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His presence took her aback, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and relief.

"Leonardo?" Sofia squeaked, her voice trembling with confusion. "What... what are you doing here?" Her gaze darted around, realizing that all eyes were on them, including Kat's piercing stare.

Without releasing her from his hold, Leonardo gently held Sofia's face, making her focus solely on him. A grin spread across his face as he spoke, his beautiful grey eyes shimmering with love.

"I had a meeting near your school, so I thought to surprise you by picking you up myself," he explained, his voice filled with warmth. "I was missing you, baby girl." With those words, he leaned down and kissed Sofia's cheeks, causing her eyes to widen in a mix of astonishment and horror.

The kiss, however, quickly shifted from her cheeks to her lips, and Sofia closed her eyes, savoring the taste of his affection. In that moment, she no longer cared about the surrounding gasps and whimpering. She tightened her grip around Leonardo's neck, deepening the kiss, lost in the overwhelming longing she had felt for him.

The school courtyard seemed to hold its breath, witnessing the unexpected display of love.

As Sofia and Leonardo remained locked in their passionate kiss, the world around them seemed to fade into insignificance. Nothing else mattered in that moment except for their love and connection.

However, their blissful moment was abruptly interrupted by a piercing scream, calling out Leonardo's name. Leonardo reluctantly pulled away from Sofia, curiosity etched on his face as he scanned the surroundings to identify the source of the disturbance.

To their surprise, it was Kat, standing a short distance away, her eyes fixed on Sofia with an intense gaze filled with animosity. However, as her eyes shifted to Leonardo, the hatred seemed to melt away, replaced by a glimmer of happiness. Leonardo's vigilant bodyguards swiftly intercepted Kat, preventing her from getting any closer to Sofia and Leonardo.

"Leonardo!" Kat called out again, desperation evident in her voice.

Yet, Leonardo remained unresponsive, his attention seemingly absorbed elsewhere.

Desperation colored Kat's plea as she implored the bodyguards, "Let me go. She is my sister."

Sofia turned her gaze to Leonardo, sensing a change in his demeanor. The warmth and affection he had exuded only moments ago had vanished, leaving behind an expressionless face and an intimidating aura radiating from his being.

Sofia gestured to the bodyguards, signaling them to allow Kat to approach. In a flurry of movement, Kat darted towards them, her eyes darting between Leonardo and Sofia.

"Oh God, Sofia!" Kat turned her attention back to Sofia, her voice filled with exasperation. "Can't you just stop making us embarrassed? He is your husband, for God's sake. Leave your habit of making out in public. At least spare him. Do not make a fool out of him in front of all the students in the school," Kat lectured, attempting to sound concerned.

Sofia stood there in shock, her eyes widening at Kat's words. What did she mean by making a fool of her husband? Sofia was about to defend herself, to speak up and clarify the misunderstanding, but Kat interrupted her once more.

"Oh, Leonardo, please forgive her," Kat pleaded, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "It's in her genes that she used to make out with every boy in the school."

Sofia felt her heart skip a beat, the accusation hitting her like a bolt of lightning. It was Kat who had a reputation for engaging in such behavior, not her. And now, she was maliciously accusing Sofia in front of Leonardo, attempting to degrade her and tarnish her image. Sofia's mouth opened, ready to protest and defend herself, but before she could utter a word, Leonardo intervened. His voice was firm, cutting through the tension in the air.

"So you mean that my wife used to flirt with every guy in the school?" Leonardo's words cut through the air like shards of ice, his voice devoid of warmth or trust. Sofia's heart sank, fear gripping her as she believed that he might actually

believe Kat's accusations.

She

couldn't bear the thought of his eyes,

usually filled with love, turning to

show hatred towards her. How could she prove her innocence?

With a seemingly apologetic tone, Kat responded, "I am sorry, Leonardo, she is my sister. But unfortunately, it is true." Her voice dripped with false sympathy, a skill she was well-practiced in.

Leonardo's demeanor changed instantly, his voice turning deadly and cold. "Miss Kat Ricci, you are defaming my wife, and I can sue you for this," he declared, his words carrying a weight of authority and a hint of menace. Stammering, Kat attempted to defend herself, "But... but... I was... I was just telling you the truth." Sofia noticed the unfamiliar stammer in Kat's voice, a sign that perhaps the truth was not on her side.

"I don't need you to tell me about my wife. I know her very well," Leonardo stated firmly his gaze finally turning towards Sofia. Relief washed over her as she saw a flicker of understanding and trust in his eyes. "You just don't ever try to give me a bad impression of my wife in front of everyone, including me. This time, I am leaving you with a warning. But next time, I won't give you any warning, and you will see how bad I can be," he warned, his voice

chillingly composed.

"Leonardo... but... no, it's not only me. You can ask everyone present there," Kat insisted, motioning towards her gang. "Come on, guys, tell him about her slutty nature."

Leonardo's gaze hardened as he

turned his piercing eyes towards Kat's gang, waiting for someone to come forward and support the

claims. However, a heavy silence et

hung in the air, and nobody stepped forward to complain about Sofia. A sense of satisfaction crept over Sofia, threatening to spill into

laughter at Kat's dismay. She

pressed her lips together, restraining herself from giving in to the

amusement.

Without wasting another moment, Leonardo wrapped a protective arm around Sofia's shoulder and began leading her toward his car, ready to leave the chaotic scene behind.

But before they could make their escape, Kat jumped in front of Leonardo, attempting to grab his attention once again.

"Wait, handsome! Are you still angry with me?" Kat's voice dropped to a low, seductive tone as she batted her eyelashes. "Look, it wasn't my fault that our parents changed the bride at the last moment."

Sofia's heart skipped a beat as she watched Kat shamelessly flirt with her husband right in front of her. The boy who had been by Kat's side moments ago stood there, witnessing her abrupt change in demeanor. It was a bewildering sight for Sofia, but she clenched her fists, determined not to let Kat's antics affect her.

"Ms. Kat Ricci, you don't need to mention that," Leonardo responded, his voice cold and unwavering. "I am happy that Sofia was my bride, and now she is my wife. I don't need anyone else. If everything is clear between us, I will take my leave."

Sofia avoided looking directly at Leonardo's stone-cold face, aware of the power and dominance he exuded. It became clear to her why so many people feared him, recognizing him as a formidable figure in the world of the mafia.

Chapter 354 Be Ready For Surprise

As Leonardo began to walk, leading Sofia by his side, a sudden touch upon his chest caused a surge of fury to ripple through him. Kat, with audacious boldness, had dared to place her hand upon him, a move that invited his wrath. His eyes flared with a fiery intensity, his face contorting into a menacing expression that conveyed a clear and deadly threat.

But she also saw something else in his eyes-a command for her to handle the situation. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her confidence bolstered by the knowledge that she held a place in Leonardo's life that Kat could never comprehend. With a subtle shift of her body, Sofia removed Kat's hand, her voice dripping with calm assertiveness.

"Kat, can't you see my husband is not interested in talking to you? Please leave us alone," Sofia declared, her expression betraying a hint of boredom as if Kat's presence was nothing more than an irritating inconvenience.

Kat, taken aback by Sofia's sudden display of assertiveness, found herself at a loss for words. The girl who had once been the target of their ridicule and cruelty had now emerged with a voice of her own, a voice that commanded attention and respect. Sofia's transformation both shocked and intrigued Kat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Sofia, unfazed by Kat's astonishment, intertwined her arm with Leonardo's, reveling in the strength and solidity of his muscular hand. Together, they continued towards his car, the embodiment of unity amidst the chaos. Leonardo deftly retrieved the keys from his driver and gallantly opened the passenger seat for Sofia, a gesture that spoke of chivalry and protection.

With a graceful glide, Sofia settled into the plush seat. For the first time, she would sit next to him in the passenger seat. Sofia couldn't help but feel a sense of romance enveloping them, amidst the chaos of their unconventional world.

Leonardo settled into the driver's seat, the engine coming to life with a satisfying growl. Sofia watched him with admiration, appreciating the way he handled the powerful machine with ease and control. Their bodyguards followed closely behind in a separate car. As the car cruised down the road, Sofia's mind remained captivated by the handsome man beside her. She couldn't help but steal glances at Leonardo, admiring his chiseled features and strong jawline. Lost in her thoughts, she was taken aback when Leonardo suddenly spoke, his words shocking her to the core.

"How long are you going to eye fuck me?" His playful yet bold remark left Sofia wide-eyed and flustered. She felt her cheeks flush, and her jaw dropped in astonishment as if she could touch the car floor with it. At that moment, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

Embarrassed by his directness, Sofia quickly straightened herself in her seat, forcing her gaze away from him. She shifted her focus to the passing scenery outside the window, trying to hide her flustered state. How did he manage to catch her staring at him? She wondered.

But Leonardo's laughter filled the car shamelessly, causing Sofia to scoff playfully. It was incredible how he could shift from his cold and intimidating demeanor to this warm and teasing side so effortlessly.

"Come on, baby girl," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "You can eye fuck me with your beautiful eyes as much as you want. I was just teasing you. I enjoy you're literally undressing me with your eyes."

His audacious confession only made Sofia blush even more, and she found herself biting her lips to suppress a laugh. Her eyes met his from the corner of her gaze, her cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. She found solace in his warm and inviting expression, reassured that her Leonardo, the one who made her heart flutter, had returned.

"So, how's the school?" Leonardo asked, his eyes still focused on the road ahead.

"It's going well," Sofia replied, feeling a hint of pride in her voice. "I managed to pick up where I left off and met some new friends who helped me catch up on my notes."

He hummed, seemingly content with her response, and then fell silent for a few moments. Sofia could sense that he had something else on his mind.

"What are their names?" he inquired, breaking the silence.

"Whose names?" she asked, a little confused.

"Your new friends," he clarified.

"Oh, right!" Sofia began to tell him about her new friends, sharing their names and a little about each of them. Leonardo listened quietly, his gaze occasionally flickering to her as she spoke.

"So now you have new friends, you don't miss me anymore?" His question caught her off guard, and she could sense a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Leonardo," she said, trying to sound reassuring, "they are my friends, and you are my husband. It's not about missing anyone, more or less. You hold a different place in my life."

He seemed appeased by her response, but Sofia wasn't done with her questions either.

"You didn't tell me how you managed to find time to come and pick me up. You're always so busy," she pointed out, her voice tinged with a hint of complaint.

His eyes sparkled mischievously, and a smirk played on his lips. "Actually, I have a surprise for you," he said.

Instantly intrigued, Sofia turned towards him, eager to know more. "A surprise? What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"You'll come to know very soon. Just pack your bags and take all your hot and sexy lingerie. We're going away for seven days," he declared, the smirk never leaving his face.

Sofia blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. Seven days away with him sounded like a thrilling adventure.

"And what about your work and my school?" Sofia asked hesitantly, concern evident in her voice. She had just caught up with her missed work and didn't want to fall behind again by missing school for seven days.

"One important job is done, and now I know you can manage to take one week off from your school. Trust me, it's going to be worth it," Leonardo assured her, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

When they arrived home and finished their dinner, Sofia found herself standing in front of her wardrobe, contemplating what to pack. Leonardo came up from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "What are you thinking, angel?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.

"I was thinking about packing, but you haven't given me any idea about where we are going. I'm confused about what kind of clothes I should bring," she admitted, pouting slightly.

A mischievous smile played on his

lips as he nuzzled her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe. "If you don't

pack anything to wear for thoset

seven days, I'll be more than happy," he whispered seductively, sending shivers down her spine.

Sofia blushed, feeling her cheeks heat up at his suggestive words. His touch and his proximity ignited a fiery desire within her. She turned around in his arms, her eyes meeting his intense gaze. "What... what do you mean?" Sofia asked, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to catch her breath. Leonardo's closeness and his words sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

A devilish smirk played on

Leonardo's lips as he looked back at

her, his eyes filled with desire. "I

mean, baby girl, get a good night's sleep tonight because you're not going to get much sleep for the next seven days," he replied, his voice low and seductive. He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on the pulsating beat of her neck before slowly pulling away, leaving her standing there, frozen in place.

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation and nervousness mixing together in a whirlwind of emotions. Her breathing grew heavier as her mind raced with possibilities. She knew that once the

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clock started ticking, and tel

time,

Leonardo wouldn't stop until he claimed her completely.

Chapter 355 Honeymoon

Sofia's excitement was palpable as she woke up early, anticipation coursing through her veins. She carefully selected a pink, flowy gown that accentuated her figure, its fabric dancing with each step she took. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, showcasing her slender neck and framing her delicate features. With a touch of light makeup, mascara enhancing her lashes and a pink lip gloss adding a touch of freshness to her lips, she wanted to present herself as a woman ready to embrace the adventure that awaited her.

As Sofia made her way down the grand hall of their mansion, she couldn't help but notice Leonardo standing there, exuding an aura of charm and confidence. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted white shirt, the fabric molding to his muscular physique and emphasizing his well-defined abs. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, and a few buttons at the top were left undone, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his chiseled chest. Paired with faded denim jeans that hung low on his hips, he looked both effortlessly stylish and irresistibly alluring.

Today, Leonardo seemed different, a younger and more relaxed version of himself. His hair was artfully disheveled, and his clean-shaven face accentuated his striking features. Sofia couldn't help but feel her heart flutter in her chest as his gaze met hers, his smile captivating her in an instant. It was as if time stood still, her body responding to his magnetic presence.

As Leonardo extended his hand, Sofia's breath hitched, and she placed her hand in his, feeling a jolt of electricity at his touch. He pulled her gently, drawing her closer, and wrapped his arms around her waist. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, making her feel safe and desired.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" Leonardo asked, his voice filled with a hint of mischief, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sofia couldn't help but return his infectious smile, her excitement evident in her nod.

"Like forever," she chirped playfully, her enthusiasm bubbling over. Sofia was eager to spend quality time with him, away from the prying eyes and constant presence of their bodyguards.

"So, our bodyguards are also coming with us?" she asked, curiosity tinged with a touch of disappointment. The thought of having their privacy invaded even during their vacation was disheartening.

Leonardo's gaze turned serious as he looked at her, his expression unyielding. "Yes, angel. I can't take any chances," he replied in his authoritative tone. His protective nature came to the forefront, reminding Sofia of the dangers that lurked in their world.

Sofia couldn't help but pout, her frustration evident. She longed for moments of intimacy and privacy with her husband, away from the watchful eyes of others. She wanted it to be just the two of them, lost in their own world.

"Can we get some privacy when we are on holiday?" she pleaded softly, her lips forming a pout that tugged at Leonardo's heart.

"Love, you will get used to this. This is my life," Leonardo explained, his tone serious but tinged with a touch of tenderness. "I have more enemies than friends, and they would not hesitate to harm us if given the chance. Although I am powerful, you are my weakness, and that makes you a target."

Sofia's heart swelled with both admiration and shyness. She felt a rush of warmth knowing that she held such a special place in his life, that he openly acknowledged her importance.

They sat in the car and began their journey towards their undisclosed destination. Sofia couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and eagerly asked Leonardo about their destination, hoping for a hint or clue. She looked at him with anticipation, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Are you still not going to tell me where we are going?" Sofia inquired, her voice filled with anticipation as they embarked on their trip.

Leonardo chuckled, his deep and husky voice sending shivers down her spine. "Patience, baby girl. It's a surprise, remember?" he replied, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips.

As they continued their drive, Sofia noticed that they were veering towards the riverside, away from the anticipated airport. Confusion washed over her, and she glanced at Leonardo, who seemed to be amused by her perplexed expression. The car eventually came to a halt in front of a grand yacht, its size and elegance breathtaking.

Her mouth fell open in awe as she took in the sight before her. She turned to Leonardo, her eyes filled with excitement, and asked, "Are we going to ride this?"

Leonardo simply nodded, his eyes gleaming with delight, and they made their way towards the luxurious superyacht. A man in a crisp white uniform greeted them with a warm welcome.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Morelli. I am your captain. Welcome to your superyacht," he announced, and Sofia's eyes widened in shock and surprise. Their yacht!

Confusion filled her mind as she turned to Leonardo, seeking an explanation. His cheeky grin only added to her curiosity.

"What did he say?" Sofia asked, her eyes searching Leonardo's for answers. She knew he held the key to unraveling the mystery.

With a playful glint in his eyes,

Leonardo guided her toward the

front corner of the yacht. Placing his hand under her chin, he gently lifted her gaze, directing her attention to the upper end of the yacht. Sofia followed his gaze and her eyes widened, her astonishment evident on her face as she gazed at the superyacht. The realization washed over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and speechless. It belonged to Morelli Enterprises.

"Leonardo!" she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper, filled with awe and disbelief.

A warm smile graced Leonardo's lips as he looked at her, his eyes shining with affection and excitement.

"I bought it for us, for our special moments together. I wanted to make our honeymoon unforgettable, just like you are to me. So we will spend seven days on this superyacht, where no one will disturb us," he revealed, his voice filled with tenderness. Sofia's heart raced with anticipation and joy. The thought of having this luxurious yacht all to themselves filled her with a thrilling excitement.

"You and me, alone," she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and love.

Leaning closer, Leonardo gently brushed his lips against hers, savoring the sweet connection they shared. It was a moment filled with tenderness and the promise of endless love.

"Come, my love. I'll show you our room," he said, his voice tinged with happiness.

Taking her hand in his, he guided her inside the yacht. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by a spacious hall adorned with a stylish bar in one corner and elegantly arranged dining tables. Soft music played in the background, adding to the ambiance of their private sanctuary.

They walked together through a

gallery, their steps echoing lightly against the polished floor, until they reached the furthest end. Leonardo opened the door, revealing a

stunning room that left Sofia in awe.

The space was impeccably awe.

designed, adorned with pristine white decor that exuded an air of elegance and tranquility.

Sofia's eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the luxurious surroundings.

In the center of the room, a large bed beckoned, adorned with luxurious white silk sheets that seemed to invite them to relax and indulge in their private haven. Sofia couldn't help but imagine the comfort and intimacy they would share on that bed, creating cherished memories.

Their luggage had already been carefully placed in the room, a thoughtful detail that demonstrated Leonardo's attention to every aspect of their trip. Sofia couldn't wait to explore more of this beautiful yacht and the adventures that awaited them.

Curiosity led her toward the window,

and she gracefully slid open the curtains, revealing a breathtaking view of the vast ocean stretching out before her. The endless expanse of water meeting the sky in the distance filled her with a sense of wonder and awe. Sofia couldn't help but let out a gasp of delight, her excitement palpable.

Clapping her hands with joy, she turned to face Leonardo, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

"Are you sure we get to stay on this amazing yacht for seven days?" she asked, seeking confirmation from him, her voice filled with wonder.

Leonardo's eyes lit up mischievously, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Closing the distance between them with just a few strides, he took hold of her waist, pulling her irresistibly close to his strong, firm body. Sofia's heart raced at his touch, her senses heightened by their proximity.

Bending his face down, he whispered against her lips, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, "Do you still have doubts, baby girl?"

Chapter 356 Dinner Date

Sofia's eyes widened in awe as she explored every corner of the luxurious room. The soft, golden hues of the decor created a warm and inviting atmosphere. The room seemed straight out of a fairytale, with its elegant furnishings and breathtaking view of the ocean. Sofia couldn't believe her luck - she would be spending an entire week on this magnificent superyacht. Her excitement was so overwhelming that she didn't mind appearing childish; she couldn't help but jump up and down with pure joy. As Sofia's eyes met her husband Leonardo's mischievously bright grey eyes, she couldn't help but seek reassurance. Her voice quivered with excitement as she asked, "Are you sure we get to stay on this amazing yacht for seven whole days?" Leonardo closed the distance between them with three swift strides, his strong hand gently gripping Sofia's waist as he pulled her closer. His hard, firm body pressed against hers, causing her heart to race in her chest. Leaning down, Leonardo whispered huskily near her lips, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Do you still have doubts, baby girl?"

Sofia's breath hitched as she felt her doubts melt away.

"No," she managed to breathe out, anticipation coursing through her veins. And with that, he closed the remaining gap between their lips, sealing their connection in a passionate kiss.

In that moment, Leonardo effortlessly lifted Sofia off her feet, their lips locked in a fervent dance. He nibbled and sucked on her lips, his mouth hot and intoxicating, igniting a fire within her. She craved him more than ever, addicted to the taste and touch of his lips. Her breathing grew ragged, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest, eager for what was coming next.

Their lips moved in perfect harmony, each movement a silent symphony of desire. Leonardo's tongue delicately teased the seam of Sofia's lips, coaxing them apart. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, it roamed every crevice, claiming its territory with an intoxicating blend of skill and passion. Sofia's mind spun with the intensity of the kiss, a mind-blowing sensation that left her dizzy and breathless. She marveled at his ability to kiss with such finesse, his wicked tongue exploring her lips with a sensuality that drove her to the brink of insanity. It tasted sweet, leaving an indelible impression as it massaged every corner of her mouth, dominating her own tongue and drawing it into his embrace.

Leonardo's hands, rough yet gentle, traced a map of desire across Sofia's body, caressing her skin and evoking a symphony of goosebumps. She reveled in the sensations, relishing every moment of their intimate connection. Reluctantly, he pulled away, causing Sofia to whimper in protest. A smile danced upon his lips as he looked into her eyes.

"You should freshen up, baby girl, and change your dress. We have a dinner date," he suggested, his eyes still smoldering with desire. Sofia could see that he, too, was catching his breath, their shared passion leaving its mark. "I'll go and check the arrangements," he added before planting a soft peck on her lips. With that, he left her alone in the room, anticipation hanging in the air.

Sofia wasted no time and hastened into the bathroom to freshen up. She discarded her current attire and slipped into a short navy blue dress, a perfect match for the evening's occasion. To complete her ensemble, she selected a pair of red high heels, hoping to bridge the height gap between Leonardo and herself.

Sofia took a moment to compose herself, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was flawless, highlighting her natural features, and her long, straight blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. She couldn't help but blush as she realized she was getting ready for her first dinner date with the most handsome and incredibly wealthy man, Leonardo Morelli.

Exiting her room, Sofia noticed a staff member waiting for her outside. He bowed respectfully and greeted her with a warm smile.

"Mr. Morelli has sent me to take you to the diner," he informed her. Sofia nodded appreciatively and followed the staff member's lead.

As she entered the vast hall once again, Sofia's eyes immediately locked with Leonardo's, who was already waiting for her. He stood there confidently, his hand casually tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored blue trousers. Sofia couldn't help but admire how dashing he looked in his blue tuxedo, exuding both charm and an undeniable allure.

Noticing Sofia's arrival, Leonardo began to walk towards her, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the only person in the room. Closing the distance between them, he extended his hand towards her. Sofia placed her hand delicately in his, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her as he raised her hand to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her palm.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, Sofia," Leonardo complimented her, causing her cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of pink. It was a simple gesture, yet it melted her heart and made her feel like the most special person in the world.

With his hand still intertwined with hers, Leonardo led Sofia toward their table. As they approached, he courteously pulled out a chair for her, waiting patiently for her to settle down comfortably before taking his seat opposite her. The enchanting melody of a violinist filled the air, adding a touch of romance to the already perfect ambiance.

Waiters began to appear, serving their meals one by one with precision and elegance. Sofia's eyes were drawn to the bottle of champagne placed enticingly in the center of the table. Curiosity sparked within her, and she raised an eyebrow in question, her gaze shifting up to meet Leonardo's eyes.

Leonardo chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's not alcohol, my wife. This is champagne," he explained, shrugging his shoulders playfully.

Sofia sat at a beautifully decorated

table, adorned with flickering

candles and elegant floral arrangements. She wore a skeptical expression, her eyes rolling in exasperation as she looked

Leonardo. The dimly lit rone

was

filled with the clinking of glasses and the murmurs of other patrons enjoying their evening.

"You promised me that you wouldn't touch alcohol," Sofia complained, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Leonardo leaned back in his chair, a

mischievous glint in his eyes. "If you want, baby girl, I won't touch alcohol my whole life. But this is not

vel

alcohol," he explained, his voice laced with innocence. "This is.

champagne. Everyone can have this when we celebrate something. I

suggest you try it as it has a very low

alcohol content. It's just sparkling

water."

Sofia hesitated, unsure whether to trust his words. However, she couldn't resist his charming persuasion. With a sigh, she finally relented and agreed to take a sip.

Seeing her agreement, Leonardo gestured to a nearby waiter, who promptly approached their table with a chilled bottle of champagne. The waiter deftly unscrewed the bottle and poured the effervescent liquid into two delicate crystal glasses, the bubbles dancing playfully within. Leonardo raised his glass, a smile playing on his lips.

"For our new life," he toasted, his voice filled with hope and excitement.

Sofia mirrored his gesture, lifting her own glass and clinking it gently against his. She took a small sip, the initial sour taste surprising her. It wasn't as bad as she had expected. Encouraged, she swallowed the rest of the drink in one go.

Leonardo's concern was evident as he watched her down the champagne so quickly. "Oh no, love. Go easy," he chided gently. "Take a small sip at a time."

A hint of frustration crept into Sofia's voice as she confronted him. "You said it's not alcohol," she complained, her eyebrows furrowing.

Leonardo paused for a moment,

searching for the right words. "Yeah,

I said that, but it still has low content," he replied, his tone filled with reassurance. "Go on. I am here to handle it. You can drink as much as you want and eat as much and whatever you want to eat. Do you want to order something else?"

Sofia glanced at the array of delicious dishes spread before her. "There is enough food on the table. I am happy with that," she replied, popping a nugget into her mouth.

The dinner progressed, the couple enjoying each other's company amidst laughter and conversation. Sofia savored the flavors of the meal, feeling the warmth of the champagne spreading through her veins. She had two glasses of the sparkling beverage and felt a strong desire for more.

However, Leonardo intervened, his caring nature shining through. He gently placed a hand on her arm, his voice filled with affection. "It's your first time drinking, love. You should go slow," he advised, his eyes filled with concern. "I'll always take care of you." Sofia couldn't help but smile at his sweetness. She nodded, realizing that she was indeed in good hands.

After a delightful dinner, Leonardo gently led her to the center of the dance floor, where the soft notes of a slow, melodic tune filled the air. They embraced, his hand on her waist, hers on his shoulder, as they began to sway in harmony with the music. The music eventually came to a gentle stop, but the magic between them lingered.

Leonardo gazed into her eyes, a hint of excitement dancing in his own as he whispered sensually, "Ready for the next surprise?"

Her heart skipped a beat, curious and eager to know what he had in store for her.

 

 

Chapter 357 Making Her Mine

After a while, the yacht came to a halt near an island, and Leonardo helped Sofia disembark. As their feet touched the sandy shore, the yacht sailed away, leaving Sofia feeling bewildered. She looked at Leonardo, seeking reassurance, and he nodded, instantly calming "But what's the name of this island?" Sofia asked, realizing that he hadn't mentioned it yet.

her fears.

Leonardo placed a gentle hand on her shoulders and turned her to face a direction. Sofia's eyes landed on an illuminated board, adorned with LED lights. Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she read the name written in bold capital letters: SOFIA.

Turning towards her husband, her eyes filled with a multitude of questions. He mirrored her gaze, his lips anxiously bitten.

"What does this mean?" she shook her head in astonishment.

"This is your island, baby. I wanted to give it to you as our wedding gift," he explained, his voice tinged with nonchalance.

While it might have seemed ordinary to him, Sofia couldn't contain her excitement. Someone had purchased an entire island and named it after her. It was an incredibly intimate gesture. Sofia allowed her racing heartbeats to settle for a moment, but they insisted on pounding louder and faster. Oh my God! He had bought her an island.

"But you didn't have to do this," she said formally, attempting to keep her voice steady. However, an immense smile spread across her lips, unable to conceal her delight at his sweet gesture.

"This wedding gift was long overdue from my side. Since we got married in a hurry, I want our honeymoon to be perfect. I don't want you to tease me about it for the rest of our lives," he playfully winked at her, causing Sofia's heart to melt at his words. Tease me for a lifetime! A lifetime with him! Suddenly, Sofia's eyes welled up with tears, and her throat felt too heavy to utter a word.

"Hey! Are you crying? I'm sorry. If you don't want to stay here, we can go back on the yacht. We can leave this island and go anywhere you want," he panicked, his voice filled with concern.

Sofia didn't respond with words. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him closer, she pressed her lips against his, eliciting a deep groan from him.

Her hand slid down his chest, feeling the firmness beneath her touch. Unable to contain her smile between kisses, she sensed his shudder under her fingertips. He trailed his hand over her back, and as he reached down to cup her ass, pulling her closer, she could feel how hard he was for her at that moment.

"My wife," Leonardo whispered against Sofia's lips, his deep raspy voice stealing away her sanity.

He intensified their kiss, his tongue gently coaxing the seam of her lips, causing her to moan softly. Taking the opportunity, he plunged his wicked tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he owned it. Sofia closed her eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of their tongues entwined, her head spinning and her legs weakening. Leonardo lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. When she felt the softness of the mattress beneath her back, she opened her eyes, finding Leonardo panting heavily, his gaze fixed upon her.

"Listen, angel, think it through once more. Are you absolutely sure you're ready for this?" he asked, his voice hoarse and filled with desire. "Because there's no turning back after this."

With his declaration, any lingering doubt in her mind vanished. She wanted to be his completely.

"I am ready, hubby. Claim me!" she agreed, her voice filled with eagerness.

"Fuck! You'll be the death of me, baby girl," he cursed, his fingers entwined in her hair as he sealed his mouth upon hers, succumbing to the fervor of their desires.

Leonardo gently placed his hand behind Sofia's head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her face closer to his. With an air of determination, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her as his own. The thought of forever filled him with resolute certainty. He wouldn't let her go; she was trapped with him for a lifetime, whether she believed it or not. His sweet, beloved wife.

His desperate hand fumbled with the zipper of her dress, swiftly freeing her from its confines. As the dress fell away, his eyes darkened with desire, drinking in her naked form. She wasn't wearing a bra, intensifying his need for her.

With feather-light touches, he trailed his fingers along her slender neck, gliding down to her bare shoulder. Pausing at her round, full bosom, he gently kneaded, eliciting a responsive arch of her back. Sofia moaned, her eyes closed in blissful surrender. His fingers continued their journey, tracing the curves of her rib bones.

She was everything he desired, beautifully exposed before him, exactly as he had always imagined her beneath him. His gaze lingered hungrily, possessively drinking in every inch of her perfect body. The overwhelming desire to make her completely his surged within his heart.

Peppering kisses along her jawline, he trailed his lips down toward her soft, slender neck. He took his time, nibbling and sucking gently, leaving faint marks of his affection.

His greedy tongue darted out, its path trailing toward her round breast, his mouth hungry and eager. It closed over her nipple, rewarding him with the sweet sound of her beautiful scream, her voice calling out his name in pleasure. "Uh! Leonardo!!!"

"I want to hear you scream my name, baby. Let the world know who you belong to," Leonardo groaned, his voice laced with desire.

He continued to suck on her

sensitive bud, his tongue flickering and teasing, earning another scream of his name, leaving it sore, swollen, and red. He intended for them to remain that way, a mark of his

worship upon her body. Sofia arched her back in ecstasy, gasping and moaning, offering herself

fully to

him. Her fingers became entangled in his hair, urging him to take her nipple even deeper in his mouth. He eagerly obliged, sucking harder and more passionately, eliciting cries for more.

Leonardo pulled back to observe her nipple glistening with his saliva, reveling in the satisfaction of the effect he had on her tantalizing body. He continued to lick and flick his tongue over her erect nipple, each movement causing her to moan, further fueling his desire. Moving on to another sensitive area, he repeated his ministrations, leaving it beautifully marked, exquisitely sore, swollen, and red.

He took his time, savoring every moment, wanting to make this night unforgettable. He yearned to claim every part, every inch of her body as his own. His mouth continued to explore her silky skin, leaving wet kisses between the valley of her bosoms. Moving lower, he swirled his tongue on her belly button, lightly sucking, as she pressed his head closer, arching her back off the sheets and crying out his name in pleasure.

"Oh... God... Leonardo!" Sofia exclaimed, her voice filled with desire.

"Yes, baby? What do you want?" he teased, his tone laced with anticipation.

"I want you to take off your clothes. I want to feel your skin," she confessed, her longing evident.

How could he deny her request?

Leonardo pulled away, his impatience evident as he swiftly discarded his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside. He couldn't bear any further delay. Deep inside, he felt a mix of excitement and fear, knowing how she affected him, body and soul He wasn't sure if he could

contro his desires completely, not wanting to hurt her as he did on their wedding night. This time, he wanted to make it pleasurable and unforgettable. He wanted her to remember this day only for the pleasure and ecstasy they would share. The moon shone above, casting a divine glow upon her features, making her even more mesmerizing. Leonardo was spellbound by her beauty, his eyes and heart perpetually yearning for more. If he told her that he wished for her to be seated before him for a lifetime, so he could feast on her beauty, she might laugh and call him mad. But he was indeed crazy for her.

He reached out, grabbing her leg and pulling her closer to him. His tongue darted out, eager to taste her silky smooth skin as he trailed kisses from her calves to her thighs.

"Oh! Ah! Fuck!" Sofia moaned and squirmed, clutching the sheets tightly in her hand. Leonardo paused, hovering at her pussy, teasingly licking her through the fabric.

Gripping her black lacy panties

between his teeth, he tore them with

a hard tug, making her sweet tight pussy all bare for all his eyes. He parted her thighs and settled between them. Bowing his head, he reverently devoured his wet pussy. Tracing a slow path with his tips along her wet folds, a shiver coursed

through her, and she clutched his

hair tightly as though afraid he might stray. This had become his most cherished duty.

Drawing her clitoris into his mouth, he delicately nipped and grazed his teeth against it. She became a symphony of moans, writhing in the sheets, twisting and thrashing, tugging at his hair, and burying her head in the pillow. Her hips bucked, her body arched with longing. He chuckled softly, pressing his hand against her flat stomach to anchor her.

He flicked his teeth against her and expertly manipulated his tongue, rolling and swirling it around her, driving her further into ecstasy.

Her sweet juice flowing out of her vagina, made him groan with lust. She was as turned on as he was right now, ready to take him inside her.

Chapter 358 Love Making

He shoved my tongue in her tight hole and began pumping in and out, fucking her with his tongue, stretching in the process. He circled his thumb on her clit, eliciting a pleasurable response. She tightened around his tongue, causing him to groan. She was incredibly tight, and he could only imagine the sensation of being inside her. Gently, he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger, slowly thrusting it into her tight entrance. Encouraged by her moans, he added two more fingers, causing her to cry out his name. Leonardo continued to suck and nip at her sensitive areas, increasing the intensity of his finger thrusts. The sound of her screaming his name echoed in the open air, and he reveled in the idea of everyone hearing her pleasure-filled cries.

Her petite body trembled as she experienced her first orgasm of the day, her release washing over his fingers. But this was just the beginning; he intended to make her climax repeatedly throughout the night. A smirk played on his lips as he contemplated the pleasure he had in store for her.

Leaning back, he observed his wife panting heavily, her eyes closed as she struggled to catch her breath. Slowly, he untangled her fingers from his hair and crawled towards her face. He rewarded himself with another moan as he licked her lips. Opening her desire-filled eyes, she met his gaze, longing evident in her half-hooded stare. He kissed her deeply and forcefully, conveying his desperate desire for her. She reciprocated with equal passion, biting his lips and sucking his tongue as if she couldn't get enough. It was clear she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Are you ready, my wife?" he whispered, using the term to signify her status as his, whether officially or unofficially.

She smiled sleepily and gave a subtle nod. He promptly unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled the zipper down. He opened the fly, then grabbed the waistband and swiftly removed his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, kicking all the clothes away.

He took his hard length in his hand, already rock hard, head glistened with precum. He stroked it a few more times and it was swollen and erected. She raised herself and wrapped her soft fingers around mine, beginning to pump. I removed my hand and allowed her to have her way with me. Closing his eyes, he savored the sensation of her soft, warm hands on his dick. She massaged his balls and trailed her nails over his soft tip, making him shiver.

"I don't want to cum in your hand, angel," he warned as he pushed her to lie on her back. He positioned himself between her legs.

"I have been waiting for this day, my wife. I can't tell you how I've controlled myself until now. Whatever happened on our wedding night, I will make you forget with these new, happy memories," he promised. Groaning, he thrust inside her, and they both moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, God! Leonardo!" Sofia moaned so loudly.

Leonardo cursed under his breath as he pressed his lips against Sofia's. Slowly, he began to slide his penis inside her pussy. Sofia squeezed her eyes shut and gripped his shoulder tightly, her nails almost piercing his skin. He pulled out and thrust back in, causing her to gasp against his mouth. Confusion flashed across his face as he glanced at her while halfway inside her. He throbbed painfully, craving to thrust into her with intensity.

"No... You're so big," she moaned in pain.

Are you serious, baby? Why are you doing this to me? He screamed silently in his mind, wanting to express his frustration to his wife. However, the words that escaped his mouth were different.

"Bear with it, baby. The pain will subside, I promise. Soon, you'll feel the pleasure that only I can give you." He kissed his wife's teary eyes, lightly brushed her reddened nose, and then pressed his lips against her forehead. As she nodded in agreement, he attempted to move again.

Her tightness nearly overwhelmed him. Her walls constricted around him, gripping him with intensity.

With determination, he pushed his dick deeper inside her tight cunt. Leaning over her, he supported himself with his hands, keeping still to allow her time to adjust and accommodate his size. Tears brimmed into her eyes as she squeezed them shut, trying to focus on her breath, panting hard.

Leonardo caressed his wife's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers to gently stimulate her pleasure and ease her pain. He planted tender kisses all over her face and neck, nibbling on her soft skin to intensify her pleasure. Gradually, she opened her eyes, her breathing becoming smooth and regular. Her hips began to move, grinding against his, and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

With a slow and steady rhythm,

Leonardo started thrusting in and out of her sweet slickening pussy. His wife matched his movements, their bodies.synchronizing in a passionate dance. They were completely immersed in their lovemaking, and Leonardo couldn't help but groan with pleasure as he felt her climax once again. Her walls tightened around his cock, gripping it tightly. He increased the speed and force of his movements, feeling the pressure build into his balls, causing him to groan even louder.

Leaning down, he took her nipple in his mouth, increasing the intensity while his thumb ventured downward to massage her clit. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she became a moaning mess, writhing and thrashing on the bed.

"I am going to come, Sofia. Come with me, baby girl," he ordered, his voice filled with desire.

"Oh! I can't," she sobbed, panting heavily.

"Yes, you can. Come for me. Just one more time," he commanded, his voice filled with urgency.

His body trembled with pleasure as he spilled his seeds inside her, and she reached the peak of orgasm alongside him. He continued thrusting until every last drop of his semen spilled into her. Tenderly, he kissed her lips and forehead, and she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Withdrawing from her, he reached

for a towel placed on the bedside table and gently wiped her down. She winced as he touched her sore vagina, feeling sore from their

passionate encounter. Wiping het dick, he put on his boxer st

loosened the net that was tied to the canopy above the bed, letting it fall to cover their intimate space. He lay beside her, enveloping her in his arms, and pulled a sheet over them. Pressing a tender kiss to her bare shoulder.

"My wife, get some good sleep," he murmured in her ear, unsure if she was listening because she appeared to be already asleep. He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. He gazed at her beautiful face, and a smileSpread across his face. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She belonged to him, and she always would. He felt complete and whole with her. He held her even tighter in his arms and closed his eyes. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Sofia woke up nestled in Leonardo's arms. The warm rays of the sun filled the room, interrupting her peaceful sleep. She squinted her eyes and slowly opened them to take a peek. They were still on the island, and the sun was slowly rising above them. Sofia found herself lying naked on the bed, her face resting against Leonardo's bare chest. Blushing, she couldn't help but think about the passionate night they had shared. Her husband had been wild and passionate, igniting a fire within her.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she lifted her head slightly to admire his handsome face. Leonardo was peacefully asleep, a satisfied smile lingering on his lips. Sofia couldn't resist the temptation to kiss those full, inviting lips.

As the sun's rays landed on Leonardo's face, he frowned in his sleep. Sofia quickly pulled the covers up to shield him from the direct light. He instinctively held her tighter and let out a soft groan. Sofia wanted to giggle but didn't want to disturb his restful slumber.

His morning arousal pushed against her stomach, poking her gently, and causing her to moan in anticipation. She reminisced about the previous night when his desire had left her both pleasantly sore and fulfilled. Being with her husband made her feel complete and content.

Leonardo pressed her closer to him, emphasizing his arousal, and Sofia knew that he was pretending to be asleep.

Chapter 359 The Phone Call

"So you're pretending to be asleep, huh?" Sofia asked playfully, feigning annoyance.

Leonardo chuckled, his eyes opening slowly.

"Good morning, love. How did you sleep last night?" His eyes sparkled mischievously as he smirked at her.

Growing slightly irritated by his teasing, Sofia pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him away gently. But he pulled her closer to him, refusing to let her go.

"Where do you think you're going, baby girl?" He tugged on her hair tenderly, tilting her head up to meet his as he pressed his full, red lips against hers.

Her morning couldn't have been more beautiful than this. She lay in his arms, feeling his kiss as if he desired nothing else in the world but her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, sending electric waves through her body. Their legs intertwined, and he rubbed his hard- on against her bare pussy, his desire evident.

She moaned softly into his mouth as he touched his sore pussy, deepening the kiss. They continued to explore each other's lips for a few minutes until they were both breathless and in need of air. They reluctantly pulled away, panting heavily, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.

He effortlessly spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. He pulled her thigh over his hip and entered her from behind. When did he remove his boxers? As her head rolled back, resting on his shoulder, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His lips found her exposed neck, nibbling on the tender skin, leaving behind passionate marks.

His hands gently moved towards her breasts, caressing her nipples, twisting and rolling between fingers. The rhythm of their bodies synchronized as he started moving in and out of her. The intensity of their connection made her lose herself in pleasure. She moaned unabashedly, oblivious to the possibility of anyone on the private island hearing her. Her voice echoed in the open surroundings, a testament to their passion.

The overwhelming sensation overwhelmed her, pushing her towards the brink. She couldn't contain her desire any longer and screamed his name, yearning for more.

As if reading her mind, his hand crawled between her legs, and he began rolling his thumb on her clit.

Her arousal grew, her body becoming wetter as she pleaded for him not to stop, craving his touch. She had transformed into a tangled mess of moans, twisting and thrashing in search of relief.

"Oh, hubby!" she cried out, her voice filled with need.

"Yes, my love?" he responded, thrusting into her, his voice strained with desire.

"I'm... ah... about to... come," she managed to sob between gasps.

"Hold on, my love. Wait for me," he whispered, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, driving them both towards the peak of ecstasy

"Come with me, my love," he commanded, his voice filled with authority.

As if her body had been eagerly awaiting his instruction, she exploded in a climax, her cries of pleasure mingling with his name. Every inch of her shuddered and went limp as wave after wave of intense orgasm swept over her, erasing all thoughts from her mind.

His dick throbbed within her, releasing his cum inside her with a low groan, his voice mingling with her screams of ecstasy. His lips sought her neck and shoulders, his grip gently turning her face towards him. Even while still inside her, he captured her lips in another passionate kiss, stealing her soul once again. Breaking away, he smiled at her with affection.

"I've always yearned for my mornings to be like this. I've waited so long," he confessed, his words causing her heart to blossom. "From today onwards, I want to wake up every morning and make love to you, Mrs. Morelli," he declared, the endearment bringing joy to her ears.

Slowly, he withdrew from her, and she gasped at the loss of his touch. He gracefully stepped off the bed, his naked form emanating confidence. Two white robes lay on the bedside table, and he picked them up. Draping one over his body, he tied the sash securely. With a tender gesture, he handed her the other robe, and she immediately slipped into it, relishing the comfort it provided.

After a while, the yacht arrived at the island to pick them up. Once they boarded the yacht, Leonardo took Sofia's hand and led her towards the stairs, ensuring she descended safely into the main hall. Sofia, exhausted from their passionate encounter earlier, yearned for some nourishment and energy. Leonardo pulled out a chair for her, dismissing the waiters and personally serving her favorite breakfast. He always knew her preferences.

Just as they settled down, a bodyguard approached Leonardo and bowed respectfully. "Sir, you have a call from Mr. Russo," he announced.

Domenico calling? But he must be

aware that they were on their honeymoon. Why would he disturb them? It had to be something urgent. Sofia sensed that something was amiss, yet she knew Leonardo would shield her from any worries. He always treated her like his precious baby girl, shielding her from stress.

Leonardo nodded to the bodyguard and then turned his attention back to Sofia. "Enjoy your breakfast, my love. I will join you in a few minutes," he said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Please, don't go. I want to have breakfast with you," Sofia pleaded, hoping he would reveal the reason behind the call.

"Oh, baby, I want that too. But I must take this call. It seems urgent. Otherwise, Domenico wouldn't have bothered us," Leonardo explained, his voice filled with concern.

Sofia hummed in agreement, reluctantly allowing him to attend to the call. As she waited for his return, her hunger got the better of her, and she started munching on some fruit to satiate her appetite.

******

If Domenico was calling Leonardo, it had to be something important. Leonardo swiftly made his way to the captain's room, knowing that it was the only way they could communicate securely.

He grabbed the receiver and braced himself. "Domenico, I hope this is worth disturbing me during my honeymoon," Leonardo warned, his tone slightly annoyed.

"It's urgent, Leonardo. I wouldn't have bothered you otherwise. The gang situation has taken a turn for the worse," Domenico informed him.

"Damn it!" Leonardo cursed, running a hand through his hair. "Can you handle it?"

"I'm doing my best. Don't worry, but if things escalate, I'll contact you," Domenico assured him.

"Fine," Leonardo said, about to end the call.

"By the way, I've gathered some information about the missing will and the attacks on your wife," Domenico said in a serious tone, an unusual change from his usual demeanor. It must be significant.

"I'm listening," Leonardo responded eagerly, his impatience evident.

"It seems someone from the Ricci family is involved. I haven't identified the person yet, but I'm getting closer. I'm on the verge of obtaining the will," Domenico declared.

"That's good news. I want that person right in front of me, the one responsible for these attacks and endangering Sofia. Once I have them, I'll make sure they suffer for eternity, and then Sofia will be safe forever. Use all your resources to find that person," Leonardo instructed firmly.

"Don't worry. I'll track down that person and make them beg for their life for crossing Leonardo Morelli," Domenico promised.

"So, how's your honeymoon going?" Leonardo's amusement shone through as he switched back to his familiar tone, realizing that his friend Domenico was back to his usual self.

"I'm not going to tell you anything, Domenico. Get back to work," Leonardo said, his voice filled with frustration, before hanging up the call.

His mind was consumed with worry, the sole concern being to catch the person who had attacked Sofia as soon as possible, so he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Despite appointing a dozen

bodyguards to protect Sofia, Leonardo couldn't shake off the fear for her safety. He had no knowledge of the identity and capabilities of this unknown enemy who had targeted her. The only clue he had was that it was someone from the Ricci family, a fellow mafia member. This realization only heightened his anxiety, knowing just how dangerous and relentless a mafia

member could be in pursuit of their goals.

The mystery surrounding the

missing will and the attempted

murder of Sofia remained unsolved. Leonardo couldn't help but

speculate that the two events were connected and somehow linked to the Rice family. With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he found it difficult to enjoy the honeymoon he had promised his wife. He had assured her that this entire week would be devoted solely to them, free from any disturbances. However, this phone call had ignited a restlessness within him, a desperate need to find the killer and bring them to justice.

Chapter 360 Conspiracy

Emma's phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting her evening relaxation. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, noting an unfamiliar number flashing before her eyes. Intrigued yet cautious, she answered the call, unsure of what awaited her on the other end. "Hello?" Emma's voice trembled slightly as she spoke into the receiver.

A deep, mysterious voice responded, "If you want to uncover the whereabouts of Lady Ricci's missing will, you must come to the address I'm about to give you."

Emma's mind immediately went into a state of alarm. The proposition seemed dubious, and she had every reason to dismiss it as a prank or a scam. Yet, an inexplicable curiosity gnawed at her, urging her to delve deeper into this mysterious revelation. What if there was truth behind the stranger's words? What if he possessed information about the will that she desperately sought? Emma wrestled with her conscience, torn between dismissing the call and venturing into the unknown.

Eventually, her longing for answers overcame her initial doubts. Emma made up her mind, deciding to trust her instincts and meet the anonymous caller. There was something about the missing will that intrigued her deeply, and she yearned to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within. However, she knew better than to divulge her intentions to her husband, Carlo, fearing that he would try to dissuade her from pursuing this enigmatic path.

Taking a daring step, Emma discreetly concealed a gun within her garter belt, ensuring her protection should the need arise. She decided to dismiss her driver for the evening, opting to navigate the winding streets and clandestine rendezvous alone.

Arriving at the designated location, Emma parked her car nearby, her heart pounding within her chest as she approached the imposing building. Questions danced in her mind, speculating about the identity of the person who had knowledge of her interest in Lady Ricci's will. After all, she had meticulously upheld a pristine reputation in society, leaving her puzzled as to why this mysterious individual had chosen to contact her instead of her husband, Carlo.

As Emma neared the entrance of the grand structure, two imposing men clad in black uniforms intercepted her path. Their presence evoked an air of authority, leaving Emma with no choice but to comply with their request. The taller of the two gestured for her handbag, his expression stern yet impassive. Reluctantly, she handed it over, surrendering her personal belongings to the strangers' custody.

One of the men stationed himself by the entrance, securing the area, while the other motioned for Emma to follow him deeper into the building's labyrinthine corridors. She hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with apprehension, but a resolute determination spurred her forward. She trailed behind the enigmatic figure.

They passed through a dimly lit, eerie gallery that led Emma to a vast room, bathed in a subdued glow. The space was expansive, allowing her to discern its details with relative ease. The mysterious man motioned for Emma to take a seat on a plush couch and instructed her to wait for his boss.

Nervously, she fidgeted with her fingers, her mind swirling with anticipation and unease. As soon as the man exited the room, closing the door behind him, Emma's gaze darted around the room. Her fingers grazed the hidden gun tucked securely within her garter belt, finding solace in its presence.

Time ticked by slowly as Emma found herself waiting in the room for over half an hour. Impatience gnawed at her, for she was unaccustomed to waiting for anyone in her privileged life. She had grown accustomed to having her desires fulfilled at the snap of her fingers, especially after marrying Carlo Ricci.

Just as frustration threatened to overtake her, the door creaked open, revealing a large, hulking figure standing before her. Emma gasped audibly, her breath catching in her throat as she laid eyes upon the face of the man who had entered the room. It couldn't be possible. She must have misunderstood something along the way. The situation seemed surreal.

"Welcome, Emma! Apologies for the delay," the man uttered, his voice deep and laden with weight.

"You... You're the one who summoned me here? And why did you claim to possess Lady Ricci's will?" Emma's voice cut through the tension, her words direct and purposeful. She had no time to waste.

The man smirked, his tone laced with mockery. "Oh, dear Emma. Always straight to business. You don't even inquire about my well-being. I didn't expect such curt manners from a lady of the esteemed Ricci family."

"It would be wise for you to set aside discussions of manners and etiquette. If you possessed any semblance of decorum, you wouldn't have clandestinely summoned me here," she retorted, her voice laced with defiance.

He chuckled, the sound dripping with a dangerous edge. "Why are we at odds, my dear? I called you here to present you with a proposition. One that would prove mutually beneficial to both of us," he finally spoke, opening his mouth to delve into matters of business. Emma's curiosity burned within her, prompting her to lend an attentive ear to the man standing before her. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on him with rapt interest.

"I am listening," she declared, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and caution.

A smirk formed on the man's face as he observed her eagerness. "You're very impatient, Emma," he remarked, acknowledging her enthusiasm. "Yes, Lady Ricci's will is in my possession," he admitted, confirming her suspicions.

A surge of anger coursed through Emma as she confronted him. "So, you're the one who stole the will on the day of Valentina Ricci's death," she accused, her tone laced with indignation.

He narrowed his eyes at her, his expression hardening. "Did I have any other choice? That senile old lady signed away the entire Ricci Empire to Sofia Ricci, that daughter of a prostitute," he retorted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do you honestly believe she's deserving of the Ricci family's wealth, which rightfully belongs to us?"

Emma's mind reeled in shock. The

realization that the old woman had bestowed Sofia with the entirety of the Ricci Empire had eluded her until now. If she had known, she would have taken matters into her own. hands and eliminated the old lady herself. Suppressing her rage, she chose to remain silent, intrigued by the man's story. She craved an ally who shared her deep-rooted hatred for Sofia, and perhaps this man

could provide that.

He continued, his voice brimming with ambition. "I intend to amend the will, transferring the entire Empire into my name. If you agree to assist me in this endeavor, I will offer you twenty percent of the shares."

"What? Only twenty percent for me?" Emma's brow furrowed, her displeasure evident. "And you, the orchestrator of this scheme, will claim eighty percent? Furthermore, why should I help you? Remember, Sofia is my daughter," she challenged, her voice tinged with resentment.

He corrected her, a glint of superiority in his eyes. "Stepdaughter," he emphasized, attempting to diminish the familial bond between Emma and Sofia. "Regardless, whatever Sofia inherits will ultimately belong to us."

Emma's mind spun with conflicting

thoughts. She was taken aback by

the man's knowledge of her deep-seated animosity towards Sofia, particularly the role she played in spreading rumors about her and her mother. How had he come to possess such intimate details about her life? Nevertheless, she

maintained her composure, raising her chin defiantly.

"Listen, twenty percent is far too little," she countered, her tone firm. "I would appreciate a fifty-fifty arrangement."

Enraged, the man's facade crumbled, his anger surfacing. "Are you out of your mind, Emma?" he growled, his voice laced with fury. She winced at the intensity of his words.

"What do you think? I'm the one who took all the risks and did the hard work while you effortlessly reap the benefits," he snarled, his frustration palpable.

Emma's mind raced, considering the gravity of the situation. What were the odds that someone would reach out to her with such sinister intentions? It became clear to her in an instant what the man had in mind.

"You still didn't understand that Lady Valentina Ricci's death wasn't a natural cause," he uttered, a terrifying smirk playing on his lips. Emma's head snapped towards him, her eyes widening in disbelief. She struggled to process the weight of his words. Did he mean...?

"I had to eliminate her when I discovered she had changed her will, leaving Sofia as the sole heir to the entire empire. She didn't even consider the rest of us," he seethed with evident hatred, his voice dripping with malice.

Emma fought to maintain her composure, her heart pounding in her chest. She realized the gravity of the situation, understanding that this man required her assistance. Otherwise, he would never have contacted her and unveiled his sinister intentions. Keeping her tone polite, she replied, "And what is it that you need from me? I understand you require my help, but what is your plan?"

A glimmer of admiration flashed

across his eyes. "Impressive. You're quite astute. That's precisely why I chose you need you to obtain Sofia's signature on the papers, I've drafted a new will that transfers the entire empire into my name, and once that's done, I will dispose of that girl. By helping me, you rid yourself of her as well," he revealed with ruthless determination.

Emma's interest was piqued by the proposal. She couldn't deny the allure of permanently removing Sofia from her life. A devious smile danced upon her lips as she responded, "I couldn't care less about the methods you employ. I simply want her gone for good. However, I do expect to receive a significant share of the property in return."

The man's arrogance and stubbornness remained unyielding. "I've already offered you the amount I find suitable," he retorted.

"Please, consider offering me more. It won't harm you, and assisting you would put me at great personal risk. Besides, if Carlo were to learn of my involvement, it would jeopardize my marriage," Emma implored, taking a calculated risk to sway him in her favor. After a moment of contemplation, he conceded, his expression unchanging. "Fine. I will grant you thirty percent, and that's my final offer. If you're prepared to work with me, we can seal this deal."

"I agree," Emma accepted his proposal, masking her excitement with a composed demeanor. Thirty percent was an exceedingly generous portion, considering the immense value of the empire at stake. Moreover, it presented the opportunity to rid herself of Sofia forever, an advantage she couldn't resist.