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Chapter 361 Taking Her Bare

my carefully crafted death trap."

The room fell silent as the man leaned forward, his expression grave and determined. "I'm willing to offer you a substantial thirty percent of the share," he said, his voice laced with seriousness. "All you need to do is help me achieve my goal. I want you to lead Sofia into

Emma's eyes narrowed as she processed the man's request. The nonchalance in her voice belied the turmoil within. "Are you serious?" she scoffed, her tone tinged with boredom. "Eliminating a mere girl like Sofia should be child's play for a powerful Mafia figure like you." The man's gaze remained fixed on Emma, a flicker of acknowledgment crossing his face. "True," he conceded. "But Sofia is no longer alone. We mustn't forget that Leonardo Morelli is by her side, thwarting my every attempt to end her life."

Emma's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disbelief and curiosity evident on her face. "You mean to tell me that you deliberately orchestrated those attacks on her?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of shock.

"Yes," he admitted with a touch of frustration. "And it pains me to admit that all my efforts have been in vain, thanks to Leonardo Morelli's interference."

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place for Emma. She now understood why the man sought her assistance. Sofia Ricci was no longer just Sofia Ricci; she had taken on the name Sofia Leonardo Morelli and found refuge under the protection of the formidable Morelli family. Harboring ill intentions towards Morelli's daughter-in-law was a precarious endeavor that required meticulous planning and unwavering resolve.

A sinister smile curled on Emma's lips as a rush of vindictive fervor coursed through her veins. "I believe we can collaborate and devise an airtight plan," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "This time, we won't fail. I am eager to rid the world of her presence, to erase Sofia Leonardo Morelli from existence."

The countdown had begun, signaling the impending approach of death for Sofia.

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On their luxurious honeymoon yacht, Leonardo returned to the deck after taking a call, his demeanor noticeably altered. Sofia, sensing his unease, attempted to broach the subject, concerned about what might be troubling him. However, Leonardo deflected her inquiries, skillfully diverting the conversation and reassuring her that it was nothing of grave concern.

Following a delectable breakfast, the couple retreated to their lavish cabin, where a relaxing Jacuzzi awaited them. Sofia eagerly settled herself onto Leonardo's lap, their bodies entwined, skin touching skin, as he lovingly bathed her. The warmth of the water intensified the intimacy between them, and Sofia found herself enraptured by the sensations coursing through her.

With a loofah in hand, Leonardo tenderly caressed Sofia's back, his hands venturing to the front, gently kneading and massaging her breasts. Meanwhile, beneath the water's surface, his other hand skillfully explored her curves, eliciting pleasurable shivers. He nuzzled against her neck, his lips grazing her sensitive skin, provoking an involuntary moan to escape her lips. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, Sofia was oblivious to when he entered her, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony within the confines of the bath. Their intimate bathing experience served as a prelude to an equally passionate encounter in the privacy of their bed. This had become their cherished routine, a favorite ritual that deepened their connection with each passing day.

As Leonardo continued to unravel Sofia's desires, her body responded eagerly to his touch and proximity. They slept together, intertwined in a loving embrace, finding solace and comfort within each other's arms. Over time, Sofia gradually opened herself up to him, feeling a sense of security and trust that Leonardo had painstakingly cultivated through his affection and care.

However, Sofia couldn't shake the moments when she observed Leonardo lost in his thoughts, distant and preoccupied. It was unlike him to intentionally ignore her, leaving her convinced that something troubling was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Leonardo?" Sofia called out repeatedly, her voice echoing across the deck as she approached him. He stood there, his gaze fixated on the abyss before him, lost in his own thoughts. Oblivious to her presence, he remained unresponsive, lost in the depths of his mind. Sofia stepped closer, her hand gently shaking his arm, hoping to bring him back to the present. Slowly, he turned to face her, his brow furrowed with concern. However, as soon as his eyes met hers, a tender smile replaced the frown on his face.

"What's troubling you, Leonardo? You know you can confide in me," Sofia pleaded, her voice filled with genuine care. She had asked him this question countless times before, eager to be his pillar of support.

With a gentle touch, Leonardo pulled

her closer, his lips finding the curve of her neck was his way of diverting her attention, attempting to make her forget about his worries by focusing solely on their love. But Sofia resisted, growing weary of his consistent reluctance to share his burdens with her. She felbas though he deemed her unworthy of knowing his innermost struggles.

"No, you were lost again, deep in thought. I called out to you, and you didn't respond. Something is truly bothering you, Leonardo," Sofia asserted, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. "If you have pressing matters to attend to, we can cut short our honeymoon and return to Genoa."

A mischievous glint flashed in Leonardo's eyes as he pulled away slightly, his lips lingering near hers. "There's no escaping me, my love. I want to make love to you in every corner of this yacht," he whispered, his words loaded with desire, causing Sofia to blush and lower her eyelashes shyly.

"And one more thing," Leonardo's tone grew commanding, his gaze piercing into hers. "You're forbidden to wear panties while we're on this yacht," he declared, leaving her shocked and wide-eyed.

Sofia was taken aback by his audacity, yet a surge of anticipation coursed through her veins. His boldness both surprised and excited her, a testament to their passionate connection.

Just as Sofia thought he was about to capture her lips with his own, he abruptly pulled away, taking her hand and leading her toward a secluded corner of the yacht. In the hidden depths of an underground chamber, he gently guided her, positioning her on her back against the cool surface. Hovering above her, his gray eyes transformed, becoming smoldering pools of desire.

"Baby girl," Leonardo whispered, his voice dripping with raw need. "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now." With those words hanging in the air, he pressed his lips upon hers, igniting a fiery passion that consumed them both.

And all the fear and hesitation flew

out of Sofia's mind after hearing her husband's confession. She gave in to the heat of the moment and allowed Leonardo to do as he pleased. After taking his time to kiss her and deliver a mind-blowing smooch passionately, he forcefully tore her panties off with one swift jerk and lifted up her dress. Kneeling down, he rested his hands on her thighs and gently parted them. Sofia propped herself up on her elbow, eagerly anticipating his next move.

Leonardo buried his head between her legs and began to suck and finger her, causing her to become dripping wet and ready for him. She threw her head back, biting her lip so hard that she could taste the

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metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her, she twisted and dand thrashed, craving him even more. After making her beg for him to pleasure her further, he stood upright, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his long, hard erection. He flipped her over, and now she was bending forward with her palms pressed against the surface.

He playfully spanked her two-three times and gripped her hips firmly, lifting her ass up as he penetrated Sofia hard. The intense pleasure caused her to moan loudly, unable to contain her screaming his name. He began pounding inside his wife's dripping wet core, heightening her arousal and making her even more sensitive.

Sliding his hand towards her front, he started rubbing her, causing her inner muscles to clench tightly. Before long, she reached a powerful climax, her body trembling against his. He continued thrusting, increasing his speed with each movement. Every throbbing nerve of his hardness was palpable to her hypersensitive state.

As her pleasure peaked, she felt him pulsating and throbbing within her. He had never used a condom while making love to her. He always took her bare. He leaned over, turning her face to the side, capturing her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. With a newfound urgency, he started thrusting harder and rougher, intensifying their connection.

Chapter 362 He Is Busy Again her footing.

Sofia and Leonardo were both breathing heavily, their bodies intertwined and feeling completely satisfied. Leonardo slowly withdrew from her, causing his release to trickle down from her vagina to the sides of her thighs. He gently pulled down her dress, helping her regain

"That was incredible, baby," Leonardo said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sofia buried her face in her husband's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. Leonardo reciprocated by encircling her with one arm and using his other hand to lift her face, making her look into his eyes.

"You are mine, angel, and no one can harm a single hair on your head. They would have to go through me even to come close," he said, his expression turning serious. At that moment, Sofia couldn't fully grasp why he was sharing these words with her. It felt as if he was reassuring himself as much as her.

Just when she thought he had finished, Leonardo continued, his voice filled with determination, "I will always be your shield against any danger. I will protect you from every evil eye that dares to look your way. As long as I am alive, no one can harm you."

Sofia didn't understand the intensity of his emotions, but she was deeply moved by his unwavering commitment to her well-being. Standing on tiptoe, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.

"I know," she whispered, only two words escaping her lips. As her words reached his ears, the tension in Leonardo's face eased, and a genuine smile graced his lips-an expression reserved solely for her. Leonardo Morelli was not known for smiling, but with Sofia, he never failed to make her feel cherished and special.

They spent the entire week aboard the luxurious yacht, indulging in their passions. Leonardo's desire for Sofia knew no bounds as he made love to her in every corner and every room of the magnificent vessel. His passion was intense, untamed, and dominant, a side of him that Sofia found irresistible. But amidst his fiery nature, he also showered her with love and tenderness, pampering her like no other.

Sofia considered herself incredibly fortunate to have Leonardo as her husband. Before their marriage, she had feared that being wedded to a wealthy and handsome man like him would be a nightmare. However, she soon discovered that she was wrong. Leonardo proved to be the antithesis of her father, a man devoid of compassion. He constantly reminded her that not all men in this world were heartless. He showed his love and affection exclusively to her, treating her with gentleness and speaking to her in a soft, comforting voice, a stark contrast to his demeanor around others.

During their idyllic stay on the yacht, Leonardo oscillated between moments of stress and happiness. Sofia sensed that something was troubling him, but he didn't want her to worry. He urged her to remain stress-free, happy, and always ready for him. She cherished the intimate moments they shared, marveling at how his words alone could arouse and satisfy her.

As their honeymoon phase drew to a close, they set sail back to the mainland. Stepping off the yacht, they were greeted by their awaiting car. By the time they reached the port, the sun was already beginning its descent, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. They headed straight home, where Leonardo swiftly changed into his formal business attire and departed for the office. He assured Sofia that he would try to return early, but deep down, she had her doubts. The last time they were away from Genoa for only three days, he had a mountain of pending work. This time, after an entire week away, she was certain he would be compelled to spend the night at the office.

Deciding to rest for the day, Sofia made up her mind to start attending her classes the following day. Her intuition proved accurate as Leonardo arrived home very late. She was already half asleep, nestled in their bed when he joined her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and tenderly kissed her lips. Embracing her tightly, he fell into a peaceful slumber, their bodies entwined in perfect harmony.

The following day, Sofia woke up early, feeling the weight of the upcoming school day on her shoulders. As she rubbed her eyes, she noticed Leonardo already bustling around, getting ready for work. They decided to have breakfast together, cherishing those precious moments before their daily routines took over. After a quick meal and some playful banter, Leonardo bid Sofia farewell and left for the office.

With her mind now focused on the day ahead, Sofia gathered her school books and headed towards the parking lot. As she approached, she spotted a sleek white Audi waiting for her, flanked by her vigilant bodyguards. They formed a protective circle around the car, ensuring her safety at all times. Sofia gracefully settled into the back seat, the soft leather embracing her as she made herself comfortable. Simultaneously, one of the bodyguards assumed the passenger seat, while the others dispersed to their designated vehicles, ready to follow her lead.

The car glided through the streets, and soon Sofia arrived at her school. Two of her trusted bodyguards trailed behind her, their presence serving as a constant reminder of her unique circumstances. One bodyguard stationed himself just outside the classroom, maintaining a watchful eye on the surroundings, while the other accompanied Sofia into the room.

Inside, her friends Enzo and Rena were already seated, their faces lighting up with joy upon seeing her. Rena playfully tugged at Sofia's arm, guiding her to sit beside her, with Enzo settling in on Rena's other side.

"Hey Sofia, you're finally back after such a long holiday," Rena exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

Sofia smiled warmly, grateful for the welcoming atmosphere. "Yes, Rena, it feels good to be back. Leonardo planned a surprise for me, and we spent seven romantic days on a yacht," she shared, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she reminisced about their time together.

Enzo leaned in, his eyes filled with admiration. "Wow, you're incredibly lucky, Sofia. Having a caring and loving husband like Leonardo is a dream come true."

Sofia's modesty kicked in as she lowered her head shyly. "Yes, I truly am blessed to have such a romantic and caring man as my husband."

"Whoa!" both Enzo and Rena exclaimed simultaneously, their voices filled with awe.

Rena's expression suddenly turned mischievous as she changed the subject. "You know, Kat has been looking for you," she revealed, and Sofia's eyes widened in fear at the mention of Kat's name. She knew that if Kat was seeking her out, it couldn't be good news.

Curiosity piqued, Sofia asked with a hint of trepidation, "What did Kat want?"

Rena continued, her voice tinged with relief, "Kat asked every student about you, but we didn't say anything. She came to our class for three or four days straight, but then she stopped searching for you."

Sofia let out a sigh of relief, her anxiety dissipating. "Thank God," she murmured softly, grateful that Kat's relentless pursuit had come to an end, at least for now.

"I am sure that Kat had tasted her own medicine that day. Maybe she was looking for you because she wanted to apologize," Enzo said.

"No way!" Rena and Sofia both yelled simultaneously.

Enzo quickly raised his hand in surrender. "Okay, girls, calm down."

"There is no way Kat Ricci will apologize to anyone," Sofia insisted.

"Alright, girls, I take back my words," Enzo said, mimicking the action of catching something in the air and pretending to put it in his mouth. They all burst into laughter at his funny act.

Fortunately, the teacher arrived, putting an end to their gossiping.

Once the class was over, they all headed to the library to search for some books and gather information on two current topics that their teachers had discussed in class.

"I need your notes one more time, as I missed classes for a week and have to copy all the important notes and assignments," Sofia pleaded with Rena, hoping for her support.

"Of course, Sofia. What are friends for?" Rena replied warmly, retrieving the notes from her bag and handing them to Sofia.

Enzo also offered Sofia his notes for

the classes they shared. Sofia had a lot of pending work to complete, so after returning home and freshening up, she began diligently finishing her overdue assignments. By

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dinnertime, she had nearly completed all the notes. She decided to call Leonardo to check on him, but he informed her that he would be coming home late once again.

Sofia felt a slight pang of disappointment, but she understood that Leonardo had work commitments. After dinner, she retreated to her room and started watching TV. Suddenly, a knock at her door startled her, and a maid entered the room. "The fixed line phone is ringing, and someone asked for you, Sofia. You can take the call using the phone in your bedroom," the maid informed her.

Curiosity piqued, Sofia wondered

who could be calling her, as she didn't have many people who

regularly contacted her. Rena andet

Enzo were the only ones with her number. She picked up the receiver of the fixed line phone in her bedroom, her heart racing.

"Hello?" Sofia cautiously spoke into the phone.

"Hello, Sofia," a voice from the other end of the line greeted her, leaving her startled.

Chapter 363 Midnight Supper "I hope you haven't forgotten my voice," Sofia's stepmother, Emma, spoke on the phone, her words piercing the silence that surrounded Sofia.

"Of course, ma'am. How can I forget your voice?" Sofia's voice held a touch of formality, a reminder of the distant relationship she shared with Emma since her childhood. Sofia was never allowed to address her as 'mother,' and 'ma'am' had become the designated term of respect.

"Sofia, your father and I are missing you," Emma said, and Sofia was taken aback by those words. Her ears strained to confirm what she had just heard. Could it be real, or was she merely hallucinating? After all, there seemed to be no possibility that Sofia's father and Emma would genuinely miss her.

Yet, a spark of hope ignited within Sofia's heart. Her poor, yearning heart, always longing for their love, dared to believe that perhaps they had finally realized her value in the household after she had left them. Maybe they wanted to check if she was doing well, a glimmer of concern for her. After all, her father was her only blood relation.

Sofia remained silent, unsure of how to respond to Emma's unexpected revelation.

"Oh dear, don't you miss us? After your marriage, you haven't visited your parents' home, not even once. That's why I'm calling you now, to invite you for lunch tomorrow. Your father will be delighted to see you," Emma's voice resonated with a surprising politeness. Sofia's eyes welled up with tears. She had always believed they had married her off to Leonardo Morelli as a way to rid themselves of her presence. The thought that her stepmother was inviting her for lunch was unimaginable, beyond anything she could have fathomed. "Sofia!" Emma called her name once more, breaking the extended silence. Sofia snapped back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for far too long.

"So, are you coming for lunch?" Emma's voice carried a mix of curiosity and urgency, a tone that Sofia had seldom heard. Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions flooding her heart, Sofia gathered herself.

"Of course, I will be there," Sofia's voice trembled slightly, laced with both anticipation and apprehension. She longed to see her father, for he was still her dad, no matter what.

"That's great. We will be waiting for you. See you then," Emma concluded the conversation, and Sofia carefully hung up the phone.

As Sofia anxiously awaited Leonardo's arrival, she contemplated asking him if he could spare some time to accompany her on the visit to her parent's house for lunch.

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Sofia woke up to the sound of the main door opening. Throwing her legs down, she sat up straight on the couch, instantly alert. Leonardo walked in, holding his jacket in his hand, while the tie hung low around his neck. He had folded his sleeves up to the elbow, and the top buttons of his white shirt were unfastened. He looked visibly tired and exhausted.

"Hey!" he smiled upon seeing Sofia, glancing at his wristwatch. "You're awake. Why didn't you sleep?"

She stood up and walked towards him, taking his bag and jacket from his hands. "I was waiting for you," she replied softly.

He wrapped an arm around her, and they began heading towards their bedroom. As they ascended the stairs, Sofia asked him, "How was your day?"

"Hmmm... it was... good. How was your day?" he asked, returning the question.

"I went to school and brought home a lot of pending work. I spent the whole evening completing it," she babbled, trying to come up with an excuse to ask him about accompanying her to her parent's house.

"Alright. It sounds like it was a long day for you. But at least you managed to finish all your pending work," he remarked, gazing down at her.

They reached their room, and Sofia placed his jacket and bag on the table, taking out his casual sleepwear from the cabinet.

"Okay, you go and freshen up. If you want something to eat, I can make you supper," she offered.

"Can you cook?" he asked in surprise, making her giggle. If only he knew that she had been cooking her entire life.

"Of course, I can cook anything. Just tell me what you'd like," she responded, grinning.

"I've got a personal chef for myself," he teased, licking his lips.

Sofia shook her head at his playful remark and gently pushed him towards the bathroom. "You go and take a quick shower. I'll make something for you."

Sofia descended the stairs, making her way towards the kitchen. It had been nearly a month since she last cooked a meal. The anticipation of preparing something delicious for Leonardo filled her with excitement. With swift movements, she began to craft a hearty chicken soup, the aroma wafting through the air as it simmered. Setting the table neatly, she eagerly awaited his arrival.

Soon enough, Leonardo appeared, a

sweet smile adorning his face. His damp hair glistened under the light, and he seemed to radiate an irresistible charm. Sofia found herself captivated by his

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appearance, almost tempted to take a bite out of him. She gestured towards the steaming pot of soup and tapped gently on the chair, inviting him to sit.

Taking his seat, Leonardo positioned himself at the table, and Sofia settled beside him. Placing a bowl before him, she ladled the fragrant soup, filling it with generous scoops. Leonardo picked up his spoon and, bringing it to his lips, took a sip of the flavorful broth.

"Hmmm," he moaned, momentarily

setting the spoon aside. Grasping Sofia's hand, he pressed a tender kiss upon her skin, expressing his appreciation. "You are amazing, my baby girl. This soup is simply divine. It's as if you performed magic. I've never tasted anything quite às delicious," he praised, peppering her hand with kisses before slipping a ring onto her middle finger.

Startled, Sofia withdrew her hand, inspecting the ring with wide eyes. The sight before her was breathtaking-a large, shimmering rock adorned with delicate diamonds. It enveloped her middle finger entirely, its magnificence impossible to ignore. "Oh my God, Leonardo! This must have cost a fortune. Why would you buy such an extravagant ring? I don't need expensive stones," she expressed hesitantly, her voice tinged with concern.

"But I wanted to buy it for my loving wife. I actually wanted an even larger stone, but they didn't have any bigger diamonds than this," he admitted, his tone betraying a hint of remorse for not securing an even grander token of his affection. Shaking her head, Sofia replied, "You don't need to shower me with expensive gifts. I'm not comfortable with you spending your fortune on me."

"Get used to it, Mrs. Morelli," he playfully remarked, pulling her onto his lap. Guiding the spoonful of soup towards her lips, he attempted to feed her, but she halted his hand.

"No, no. It's for you. I've already had dinner," she gently insisted. However, his determination outweighed her protestations as he pressed the spoon against her lips, urging her to taste the savory concoction.

The flavor danced upon her taste buds, eliciting an involuntary moan of delight. "Hmmmn..." she let slip, her lips subtly moistening.

Leonardo's expression shifted, his eyes darkening with desire. Setting the spoon aside, his fingers curled around her neck, drawing her closer. "Are you trying to seduce me, baby girl? Sitting on my lap, moaning like that You look so tempting.bwant to savor every inch of you, he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of hunger and adoration.

Sofia placed her hand between their lips, preventing him from kissing her. There was an urgent matter she needed to discuss with him regarding tomorrow's lunch. She couldn't afford to forget everything if he began his seductive antics. "I need to talk to you. It's really urgent," she said, her voice firm, causing him to lean back slightly. She attempted to stand up, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let her leave his lap.

"Tell me, baby girl. I'm all ears," he whispered, his gaze fixated on her lips. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a mixture of curiosity and desire evident in his eyes. "Umm... today, my stepmother called on the landline," she began, locking her gaze with his. He listened attentively, his demeanor serious and genuinely interested in what she had to say.

"...and what did she say?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.

"She said that she and my father wanted us to come to the Ricci mansion tomorrow for lunch," she revealed, noting the instant furrow that appeared on his forehead. "And you didn't agree, did you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of anxiety.

"Why would I decline? It's the first time they've invited me since our marriage. I want to go and meet my parents," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of determination and longing.

He stared at her, an indiscernible expression adorning his face. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice devoid of its usual warmth, replaced by a coldness she had rarely witnessed. "Do you truly want to go for lunch?" he questioned, his piercing gaze penetrating her soul.

"Yes, and I want you to come with me," she hesitantly admitted, biting her lip anxiously as she awaited his response.

Nodding his head, he uttered, "Alright, Sofia. I will accompany you, despite my packed schedule. I'll instruct my secretary in the morning to clear my appointments for the second half of the day."

Her face lit up with joy, her hand gently encircling his neck as she grinned. "Thank you so much for agreeing to come with me."

He shook his head dismissively.

"I suppose you should have your soup now before it gets cold. Finish it quickly, as it's getting late, and we both have to wake up early in the morning," she suggested, motioning her eyes toward the bowl of soup. "Feed me," he commanded in his authoritative tone, asserting his dominance.

Taking the spoon in her hand, she obediently began to feed him, remaining seated on his lap. There was a genuine sense of fulfillment she derived from serving him in every way, a testament to her love and devotion.

Chapter 364 Over Possessive Husband

After enjoying a warm and comforting bowl of soup, Sofia and Leonardo retreated to their bedroom. The moment the door closed, Leonardo's strong arms enveloped Sofia, lifting her effortlessly and gently placing her on the soft bed. As he discarded his t-shirt, his playful demeanor took over, and they indulged in intimate moments. He made passionate love to her, their love deepening with every touch, before finally succumbing to slumber.

The following day, Sofia embarked on her usual routine of attending school while Leonardo departed for his office, each absorbed in their respective responsibilities. Lost in the busyness of the day, Sofia inadvertently forgot to contact Leonardo, her mind consumed by the demands of her studies.

Upon arriving home and preparing herself for lunch at her parent's house, Sofia realized she needed to check on Leonardo to confirm his availability and punctuality, as he often struggled with time management.

Leonardo answered after just two rings, his voice filled with a sense of urgency and importance. "When are you coming? I'm ready and eagerly waiting for you," Sofia questioned directly, her eagerness apparent in her tone.

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line before Leonardo replied in a polite and composed manner, "Angel, I'm currently in the midst of a crucial meeting. Despite having informed my secretary to clear my schedule, I cannot overlook the urgency of this particular meeting. Rest assured, it's my final engagement of the day, and once it concludes, I will join you," he explained, aware that his revelation might dampen her spirits.

"But we will be late, Leonardo. How could you do this?" Sofia expressed her frustration, her disappointment evident in her words. "This is the first time I'm visiting my parent's house after our marriage, and you've spoiled the mood," she huffed, a mixture of irritation and longing lingering within her.

"Don't be upset, baby girl. I apologize for inadvertently spoiling your mood. Why don't you leave early? I'll join you at the Ricci mansion. And remember, don't forget to take your bodyguards with you; they'll ensure your safety inside the house. You know I don't want to take any chances," Leonardo suggested, his protective nature shining through.

"Oh, come on, Leonardo! Now you're being excessively possessive. It's my parents' house, the place where I spent my entire life before marrying you," Sofia argued, her emotions fueling her response.

"Don't argue with me, angel. Just trust me and do as I say. And if you refuse to take the bodyguards with you, I won't allow you to go to your parents' house," Leonardo retorted, his tone conveying an arrogant and overbearing demeanor. Sofia felt her frustration grow. How could he presume to decide everything in her life?

Sofia chose to remain silent, her silence serving as a means of self-preservation. She didn't want to engage in a fruitless argument.

"Angel, do you agree?" Leonardo inquired once again, seeking her compliance.

"Okay, fine. I will take them with me," Sofia conceded, her voice tinged with defeat. She knew that if she defied his wishes, he would cancel their plans, and that was the last thing she wanted. After all, she longed to see her father. Despite his shortcomings, he was still her father, and her love for him endured, despite everything.

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Sofia's emotions swirled inside her as she arrived at her parent's home, the place where she had spent eighteen formative years of her life. Mixed feelings of anticipation and anxiety coursed through her veins, causing her heart to beat loudly in her chest. She knew her family never truly embraced her, and the decision to come for lunch brought a wave of uncertainty. With Leonardo absent by her side, she silently prayed for strength.

As the car pulled up to the grand entrance of the Ricci mansion, Sofia's nervousness intensified. She had always been apprehensive in the presence of her family, a habit that could not be easily shed in just a few days. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she was now Mrs. Morelli, no longer needing to succumb to intimidation.

A bodyguard from the front seat stepped out and courteously held the door open for her. Stepping out of the car and placing her feet on the ground, Sofia's gaze fixed upon the imposing house. Memories flooded her mind, recalling the tumultuous years she had spent within those walls, heightening her unease. It was not a place associated with fond memories.

Entering the hall, Sofia noticed Emma and Carlo seated alongside Uncle Mak and Aunt Lana. Uncle Mak, her father's stepbrother, shared a close bond with the family. However, Sofia couldn't fathom why Uncle Mak and Aunt Lana had always harbored a dislike toward her. They had never done anything wrong to them. When her father's gaze fell upon her, she sensed a hint of concern, but as soon as their eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze.

Emma's smile brightened as she approached Sofia. "Sofia, my dear, I'm thrilled that you came," she exclaimed, her eyes briefly shifting to the two bodyguards who followed Sofia inside.

"Wait a minute! You two stay outside and wait. This is my home, and I don't want any intruders," Emma retorted with annoyance lacing her voice.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we have been instructed to accompany Mrs. Morelli everywhere," one of the bodyguards responded respectfully, adhering to their assigned duty.

Emma cast a questioning gaze toward Sofia, her frustration evident in her voice. "Why are these bodyguards following you inside your own house? How could there be any danger within your parental home?" she asked, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Sofia's heart sank as she felt a pang

of embarrassment in front of her family. Emma was right-there was no need for protection within her father's house. After all, she had grown up here and knew it to be a safe haven. With a heavy sigh, Sofia turned towards the bodyguards, her voice filled with a mix of discomfort and resolve. "Please wait outside. I don't require any protection inside my father's house," she instructed them politely, her desire for some privacy with her family outweighing the need for security in that

moment.

One of the bodyguards responded, "But, ma'am, we have orders to accompany you everywhere outside the Morelli mansion. It's for your safety, ma'am."

Sofia's frustration mounted, and she spoke with a slightly raised voice, her patience waning.

"I am telling you to stay outside. I don't want you to follow me into my father's house. I want to spend some uninterrupted time with my family," she insisted, her tone firm and determined.

The bodyguards exchanged glances, momentarily unsure of how to proceed. Finally, they relented. "Okay, ma'am. We will wait outside," they conceded before exiting the house.

Emma took Sofia's hand and led her toward the sitting area, a warm smile gracing her face.

"Come, Sofia. Look who is here to welcome you back home. I invited Mak and Lana. I thought you'd appreciate seeing your whole family after such a long time," Emma explained, her eyes shining with affection.

Sofia greeted Mak and Lana, her

surprise evident as they returned her

smile. Lana stepped forward,

enveloping Sofia in a tight embrace.

Sofia was taken aback by this affectionate gesture, unaccustomed to such warmth from her family members on her father's side. Apart from her grandmother, few others had shown her any kindness or acceptance.

"Welcome home, Sofia. I'm delighted to see you. You look absolutely beautiful," Lana exclaimed, her words filled with genuine warmth.

Mak joined them, his concern and curiosity evident in his voice. "How have you been, Sofia? And how is your new family?" he inquired, the first display of interest and genuine concern for her personal life from her paternal relatives.

"Everything is going well, Uncle Mak. Thank you," Sofia responded with gentle sincerity, grateful for the sudden show of care and attention.

Mak nodded and settled into a seat beside Sofia's father while Sofia eagerly anticipated her father's approach. She yearned for him to acknowledge her new life and inquire about her well-being. However, to her dismay, he remained seated, appearing oblivious to Sofia's presence.

Suppressing a sob that threatened to escape her throat, Sofia fought back tears, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions stirred by her father's indifference. She blinked rapidly, trying to regain composure, unwilling to let her tears tarnish this long-awaited reunion.

"Carlo, come and welcome your

met

daughter. This is her first visit after her marriage, Emma called out to him, hoping to spur a response. However, he remained unaffected, his silence and immobility speaking volumes. Suddenly, he stood up and abruptly left the hall, leaving Sofia feeling a mix of confusion and heartache.

Emma turned towards Sofia, her voice filled with compassion.

"Don't mind him, Sofia. Come with me. I've prepared a special lunch just for you. I've instructed the chef to prepare all your favorite dishes," she reassured, attempting to provide solace.

Guiding Sofia towards the dining table, Emma motioned for Mak and Lana to follow. Sofia, however, halted momentarily, a thought crossing her mind.

"Um... Wait, Leonardo will be joining us soon. I'd like to wait for him so we can all have lunch together," Sofia informed Emma, observing the shock that flickered across her eyes. Emma glanced at Mak, momentarily speechless before redirecting her gaze back to Sofia. "Why is he coming?" Emma scowled, her tone laced with disapproval

Chapter 365 Where Is My Wife

"Why is he coming? I mean... I mean... he must be incredibly busy, and I never expected him to make it for lunch. That's why I invited you here alone," Emma hesitated, her expression suddenly shifting. However, a smile quickly appeared on her face as she continued, "So that we could spend some quality time with you, dear." Sofia, considering how pleasantly surprised they would be by her husband's gentle demeanor, responded, "But, ma'am, Leonardo is my husband, and it's customary for a married woman to visit her parents' home with her husband. He will be delighted to meet you all."

The mention of the name 'Leonardo Morelli,' the notorious Mafia King, usually conjured images of ruthlessness and heartlessness in the public eye. Yet, Sofia knew a different side of him a gentle and polite man when it came to his family. She was confident that he would not display any rudeness towards her own kin.

"Mum, what is she doing here?" Sofia's ears were pierced by Kat's harsh voice.

"Kat, mind your manners. She is your sister, and I invited her for lunch. So, behave appropriately," Emma admonished her daughter, a rare display of authority.

Kat cast a disdainful gaze upon Sofia, her eyes filled with disgust. "How could you do this, Mum? You know how much I despise her, and now that Leonardo has shown his affection for her, she's everywhere in the media. I hate her even more now," Kat spat out, grinding her teeth, her eyes shooting daggers at Sofía.

Sofia was taken aback. She had no idea what Kat was referring to. She hadn't been following the news lately, as she had been completely out of touch with the world during her time sailing on the yacht with Leonardo.

"Kat, stop talking nonsense and go to your room this instant!" Emma scolded her daughter, surprising Sofia once again. Emma had never stood up for Sofia in such a manner before. Sofia couldn't help but wonder what had caused this sudden change of heart in her stepmother.

"Have some juice, Sofia," Uncle Mak suggested kindly, recognizing her fatigue and hunger. He arrived with a butler, who carried a tray filled with refreshing juice and delectable sandwiches.

Sofia was initially inclined to wait for Leonardo, but this was the first instance where Uncle Mak displayed such thoughtfulness towards her. Declining his offer might appear impolite, she thought. Thus, she decided to accept his gesture, appreciating the rare courtesy. Carefully, Sofia selected a glass of juice from the tray and took a small sip to quench her thirst. Emma, noticing her hesitation, encouraged her further. "Have a sandwich, Sofia," she urged, extending the plate towards her.

Sofia gently declined, responding, "No, I want to wait for Leonardo. I'll eat with him." In that instant, she caught a fleeting glimpse of anger in Emma's eyes, but it soon vanished, replaced by a warm and understanding expression. Emma smiled reassuringly, assuaging any tension that may have arisen. "Okay, dear, we'll all wait for Leonardo. But do finish your juice, alright?" she suggested kindly.

Sofia nodded, acknowledging Emma's request, and took another sip from her glass. However, as the liquid touched her lips, an unexpected sensation washed over her. Her head began to spin, and a sudden throbbing pain pulsed through her forehead. Sofia, overcome by dizziness, instinctively closed her eyes. Her grip on the glass weakened, causing it to slip precariously from her hand. Just in time, Emma reached out and caught the glass, preventing it from shattering on the floor. Emma held onto Sofia for support.

"What happened, Sofia? Are you alright?" Emma's voice seemed distant to Sofia's ears, faintly audible amidst the haze of her disoriented state.

"I... I don't know," Sofia managed to reply, her words slurring due to the disarray in her mind. "I'm feeling... somewhat dizzy."

Emma showed concern as she realized Sofia's condition. "Oh dear, you must be exhausted. Come with me, and let's find you a place to rest for a while." Tenderly, Emma guided Sofia toward the guest room.

Before Sofia could take a single step, however, her brain abruptly ceased to function, and darkness enveloped her consciousness. Overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all, Sofia's body went limp, and she succumbed to unconsciousness, collapsing into Emma's arms.

********

The drug Emma and Mak had added to Sofia's juice began to take effect, causing her to lose consciousness. Upon hearing Sofia mention that Leonardo would be joining them, Emma's panic became palpable. She realized she had to think and act quickly before Leonardo arrived.

Emma hesitated to agree when Mak revealed his plan to her. After all, he was the mastermind behind all the attacks on Sofia. Emma feared the consequences of getting caught, but as they delved into the details of the plan, she found his offer incredibly tempting. Mak managed to convince Emma that his plan was foolproof and that they would come out unscathed. The only person at risk would be Sofia.

Emma came to the unsettling

realization that no one would truly

care if something happened to

Sofia. Her only concern was Leonardo, who had grown increasingly.cautious and worried about Sofia's well-being. However, their marriage had only lasted a month, and Emma doubted that Leonardo would continue to be concerned for Sofia. She believed that Sofia held no significance in anyone's life. So why to keep her alive when her death could bring them substantial benefits? If they obtained Sofia's signature on some important documents and ended her life, Emma and Mak would become the wealthiest and happiest individuals in the world.

"Emma, hurry up. We need to take her to our hideout before someone comes to trouble us," Mak urged, a sense of urgency in his voice.

Carlo had been in his room, and Emma had also sent Kat to her room, leaving them occupied and unlikely to leave anytime soon. However, Sofia's bodyguards were stationed outside the mansion, and Leonardo could arrive at any moment. Emma knew they had to relocate Sofia promptly. "Mak and Lana, both of you take her to our hideout. I'll stay here to divert their attention in case someone comes searching for her," Emma instructed, aligning their actions with the plan.

Emma desired to remain at the mansion because if she also went missing, suspicions would be raised. Additionally, even though the chances of their plan failing were minimal, she wanted to err on the side of caution and play it safe.

Mak and Lana both nodded in agreement, understanding the urgency of the situation. Emma led them towards a hidden door that concealed a secret passage within the Ricci mansion. This passage led to the backside of the mansion and was known only to Carlo and Emma. With careful steps, they navigated through the secret passageway, ensuring their movements remained unnoticed by anyone within the mansion.

Once Mak and Lana had safely exited through the secret passage, Emma returned to the dining hall, taking her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She concealed her anxiety and maintained a composed demeanor, waiting patiently for the anticipated phone call from Mak.

This call would signal that they had reached their designated secret location, where Sofia would be coerced into signing crucial documents before her life was tragically taken.

**********

Leonardo's anxiety grew as he realized he was running late. He knew Sofia would be furious, as he was scheduled to visit her parents for the first time since their marriage. When he finally arrived at the imposing Ricci mansion, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and to his dismay, he found all the bodyguards standing outside the house.

"What the fuck?" Leonardo muttered, frustration coursing through his veins. He had explicitly instructed the bodyguards never to leave Sofia's side, yet they had defied his orders. In a fit of anger, he yanked open the car door and rushed towards the house, with Mark closely following behind.

Leonardo's fury reached its peak as he grabbed the collar of one of the bodyguards, his voice laced with venom. "What the fuck are you doing here? You should be with my wife, Mrs. Sofia Leonardo Morelli, inside the house! How the fuck dare you leave her alone?" The bodyguard, struggling to catch his breath, stammered out a response. "B...boss...m...ma'am told... us to stay outside. S...sorry, boss, but it wasn't our fault. W...we just followed orders," he managed to utter.

Leonardo's face contorted with rage. He wanted to choke the bodyguard, his frustration boiling over. However, Mark swiftly intervened, separating Leonardo from the trembling guard.

"Boss, please let him go. Our priority is to check on Mrs. Morelli. Let's go inside," Mark advised, urging Leonardo to focus on the task at hand.

Leonardo's heart thumped loudly

with fear in his chest, and he knew he had to find Sofia before it was too late. He had become

increasingly aware that someone within the Ricci clan posed a threat to hertife. He had even investigated Sofia's father and stepmother, learning that they were both in Genoa at the time of Lady Ricci's death. This information seemed to clear them of any involvement in the disappearance of the will. However, Leonardo couldn't entirely eliminate them as suspects.

As Leonardo hurried inside the

mansion, his eyes darted around the hall, searching for any sign of Sofia. He disregarded formalities, his only focus was on finding his beloved wife. With each passing moment, his concern mounted. When he reached the dining area, his heart sank. Emma sat alone at the table, partaking in a solitary lunch. It was unsettling, as Emma had invited Sofia for lunch, yet there was no plate set for anyone else.

His anger bubbling to the surface, Leonardo's voice resonated through the room. "Where is my wife?" he roared, his anger and worry merging into a volatile mix.

Chapter 366 Betrayal

Emma was taken aback, her body jolting in surprise at the sound of Leonardo's menacing and furious voice reverberating through the room. She hastily settled back into her seat, attempting to compose herself while a palpable fear lingered in her voice.

"Leonardo, please calm down. Sofia is resting in the guest room. She wasn't feeling well and was eagerly waiting for you to arrive for lunch. I suggested that she take some time to rest until you came," Emma replied, her voice quivering slightly as she tried to maintain an

innocent facade.

Leonardo's voice boomed again, filled with anger and impatience. "Where the hell is the guest room?" he bellowed, his frustration echoing through the space.

Carlo Ricci, standing at the top of the staircase, intervened forcefully, his voice resonating with authority and indignation. "Leonardo! Why are you causing a commotion in my house? You dare speak to my wife that way."

A surge of fury filled Leonardo as he retorted, "Carlo Ricci, where is my wife? If anything happens to her, I won't spare you or your wife. I'll damn well annihilate your entire family, and no one will be able to stop me until I find Sofia this instant."

Carlo, undeterred by Leonardo's threats, descended the stairs, his rage matching that of Leonardo's. "Are you out of your damn mind? You dare to speak of my daughter that way?" he shouted, his voice laced with righteous anger.

"And that daughter of yours is nowhere to be found in this house when she was supposed to have lunch with you, you damn Riccis!" Leonardo bellowed, his fury unrelenting.

Leonardo's words hung in the air, tension thickening with each passing moment. Carlo, now face to face with Leonardo, engaged in a volatile confrontation. The audacity displayed by Carlo after Leonardo's wife had vanished from their residence only fueled Leonardo's boiling anger.

Turning his attention toward his wife, Carlo interrogated Emma in a dangerous tone, demanding answers. "Emma, where is Sofia?" he seethed, his voice heavy with an ominous warning.

"She... she... I... I sent her to rest in the guest room. Perhaps she's asleep there. I... I'll go and check on her," she faltered, her words betraying her unease.

Emma's stammering response only served to further confirm Leonardo's suspicions.

Carlo, frustrated with the situation and the blame being placed upon them, lashed out at Emma, his voice reverberating with fury. "What are you waiting for, Emma? Hurry up, you fool! Can't you see that Leonardo is accusing us?"

Emma rushed toward the guest room, her heart pounding with anxiety, and the others followed suit. She grasped the doorknob tightly, swiftly swinging the door open. Leonardo's eyes darted inside the room, only to find it empty. Frustration surged through him, fueling his anger to its boiling point. His entire being craved revenge against the Ricci family.

Turning his attention to Carlo, Leonardo's fury consumed him, and without a moment's hesitation, he lunged forward, clutching Carlo's throat and forcefully pinning him against the wall. The air grew thick with tension as Leonardo's grip tightened, exerting pressure on Carlo's windpipe.

In the midst of the tense confrontation, a bodyguard stepped forward, seeking to provide information. "Boss, when we entered the house with ma'am, there were two more individuals present. They are also missing." Leonardo's head snapped toward Emma, his eyes filled with an intense mixture of anger and suspicion. With a renewed grip on Carlo's neck, he demanded, "Who were they, and where are they now?" Emma, her voice trembling with fear, stammered her response. "He must be referring to Carlo's stepbrother, Mak Ricci, and his wife, Lana Ricci. They left after receiving an urgent call. Please, release my husband." The bodyguard interjected, causing Emma's face to drain of color. "But we haven't seen anyone leaving the premises."

Desperation and panic etched across her face, Emma burst into tears, allowing her feigned emotions to cascade down her cheeks. "Carlo, please believe me. I'm telling the truth."

Suddenly, Mak appeared, sprinting toward the group, his voice filled with urgency. "Boss, we managed to track Mrs. Morelli through the tracker in her ring."

Leonardo's grip on Carlo's throat loosened, his attention now fully focused on finding Sofia. "What are we waiting for? Let's go now," he growled, his impatience leaving no room for delay.

Carlo, desperate to assist in locating Sofia, proposed joining the pursuit. However, Leonardo's trust in the Ricci family had been shattered. Through gritted teeth, he dismissed Carlo's offer. "No, I don't trust any of the Riccis."

With an intense determination, Leonardo sprinted toward his car, his mind consumed with the singular goal of reaching his beloved wife before any harm could befall her. The fire of vengeance burned within him as he vowed to eradicate anyone who dared to lay a finger on Sofia. No one could harm the wife of Leonardo Morelli without facing his wrath.

Sofia's eyes shot open, startled by the abrupt sensation of cold water splashing against her face. Still groggy and half-awake, her mind struggled to process the situation. It something

าวน

became apparent that tuation

had been administered to her, causing her to lose consciousness.

As Sofia regained her senses, she discovered herself bound to a chair, tightly restrained with ropes constricting her hands and legs. Panic began to well up within her as she took in her surroundings. Before her stood her uncle, Mak, his presence accompanied by a group of menacing men.

"Wake up, you wretched woman," Mak's deep voice resonated through the room, and as Sofia lifted her gaze, she locked eyes with him, her uncle's face contorted with anger.

"Uncle Mak, why am I tied up? What is happening?" Sofia managed to utter, her voice trembling as she strained against the restraints that held her.

"Because you deserve to be punished, and there's no better place for you than the depths of hell," Mak sneered, his expression filled with disdain.

The men surrounding him burst into laughter, their mocking laughter echoing off the walls. Sofia's heart pounded within her chest, anxiety coursing through her veins.

Her brows furrowed in confusion and anger as Mak continued his verbal assault, taunting her about her deceased mother. Sofia's patience reached its limits. How could he insult her mother even after her passing?

"Don't you dare speak ill of my mother!" Sofia's voice rang out, laced with a mix of defiance and frustration. She was tired of enduring their insults and mistreatment.

Mak swiftly moved toward her, his

face twisted with rage, and delivered a forceful slap across her cheek.

Pain seated through Sofia's face et

and the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tasted the bitter sting of her uncle's cruelty.

"Do not dare to raise your voice in my presence, you wretched whore!" Mak snarled, gripping Sofia's hair tightly, causing her to cry out in agony as he yanked her strands mercilessly.

Mak abruptly released Sofia's hair, causing her head to jerk back. He extended his hand toward another man who handed him a stack of papers. With a sneer on his face, Mak thrust the papers in Sofia's direction.

"I want your signature on these papers. Come on, you bitch. Sign them," Mak spat, motioning to the man who approached and pried open Sofia's hand.

Sofia's voice trembled as she mustered the courage to ask, "What kind of papers are these?"

Mak's eyes narrowed with disdain. "You don't need to know. Just sign them and put an end to this fucking drama," he growled, his impatience palpable.

"No, I won't sign anything until you tell me what's written on these papers," Sofia whispered, her voice cracked and fragile, her cheeks still stinging from the previous impact.

Mak's anger flared at Sofia's defiance. "How dare you refuse? Don't you want to live?" he yelled, his voice filled with venom.

In an instant, Mak's fist collided with Sofia's face once again, causing her to fall onto her hand, taking the chair down with her. A sharp pain shot through her hand, intensifying her suffering.

Mak forcefully lifted the chair, his aggression unabated. Sofia suppressed her sobs, mustering all her strength to be brave. However, the pain coursing through her hand brought tears to her eyes, which streamed down her cheeks.

Mak tossed the papers onto Sofia's face, his voice a ferocious snarl. "Sign these papers!"

Mak desperately wanted Sofia to sign the documents, but he refused to disclose their contents. Sofia, now aware that Mak intended for her demise, refused to comply blindly. She couldn't fathom accepting her fate without understanding why she deserved such a cruel end.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire reverberated from beyond the door, causing Mak's face to drain of color. Alarmed, he instructed one of his men to investigate the commotion outside.

Seizing the opportunity, Mak forcefully grabbed the papers, gripping Sofia's hand tightly and positioning the pen on the paper. He exerted pressure, trying to guide Sofia's hand to sign against her will.

"Sign these papers. Hurry up! I don't have time," Mak threatened, pressing the cold metal of his gun against the side of Sofia's head. His voice dripped with a chilling menace.

 

Chapter 367 Love Him

Sofia mustered all her courage and firmly stated, "Then kill me because I am not going to sign."

"You bitch," Mak hissed, his anger boiling over. He swiftly pulled the trigger.

Sofia closed her eyes, bracing herself for the imminent shot. Yet, instead of the expected gunshot, she heard a deafening crack as the door burst open, followed by the sound of gunfire. Trembling with fear, she cautiously opened her eyes and saw Mak sprawled on the floor, clutching his bleeding hand while his gun slipped from his grasp.

Her gaze darted toward the broken door, and her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Leonardo and Mark rushing toward her. Leonardo's men retaliated with their own gunfire, quickly incapacitating Mak's henchmen, who now lay motionless on the ground. With swift efficiency, Leonardo untied Sofia from the chair and enveloped her in a protective embrace. Relieved yet shaken, she nestled into his arms. Leonardo pulled back slightly to study her face, his eyes now burning with rage. He marched over to Mak, gripping his collar and yanked him to his feet, before delivering a powerful punch to his face.

Mak crumpled to the ground, sprawled on his back. Leonardo approached him with a vengeance, delivering a forceful kick to his already injured hand, causing Mak to cry out in agony. "Boss, look at these papers," Mark interjected, extending the documents toward Leonardo.

Leonardo snatched the papers, his eyes widening with disbelief and his jaw clenching in furious resolve. It was clear he was gritting his teeth, his anger seething beneath the surface. "You fucking bastard! How dare you prepare this power of attorney?" Leonardo growled, his voice laced with venom.

He forcefully kicked Mak's bleeding hand once more, causing fresh streams of blood to trickle from the wound.

"Leonardo... he... he forced me to sign the papers. B-but... but I... I hadn't. I didn't," Sofia hastily revealed, recounting the events to him.

Leonardo swiftly closed the distance between them, his footsteps urgent. He stood before Sofia, his gaze intense.

"Do you know what is written in these papers?" he demanded, his voice tinged with concern. Sofia shook her head in response.

"Its a power of attorney and it's stating that you are handing over all the rights of the Ricci Empire to this fucking bastard," Leonardo seethed, pointing an accusing finger at Mak.

Sofia furrowed her brow in confusion, her mind grappling to comprehend the situation before her. "How can I possibly give anyone the right over the Ricci Empire?" she questioned, her voice laced with bewilderment.

"Because," Leonardo responded, a smug grin playing on his lips, "according to Lady Valentina Ricci's will, she specifically chose you to be the heiress of the Ricci Empire. You now possess sole ownership of all the properties and fortunes belonging to the Ricci family." Sofia gasped in disbelief, her hand instinctively rising to cover her mouth as the weight of the revelation settled upon her. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions cascaded through her mind.

"Did Grandma really transfer all the rights to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "But... I don't have the knowledge or experience to manage such an enormous empire. Why would Grandma entrust me with this?"

Leonardo's voice remained steady as he offered an explanation. "According to her will, you are the first legal child of Carlo Ricci. As the first legal child, all the rights to the property are to be transferred to you, Sofia Ricci Morelli," he stated proudly, his words carrying a sense of honor.

A rush of emotions flooded Sofia's heart, overwhelming her senses. The realization that she held a significant place within the family brought tears of joy and relief to her eyes. She was no longer an outsider, unwanted and overlooked child of the Ricci family. After Leonardo left to retrieve Sofia, Carlo's mind was in chaos. A multitude of questions plagued him, consuming his thoughts.

"Emma, what are you hiding? Tell me the truth," he demanded of his wife, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and frustration.

"Believe me, Carlo, I haven't done anything. I don't know where Mak and Sofia are," Emma sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to convey her innocence.

"Why did Leonardo accuse us? Why does he distrust the Riccis?" Carlo's voice cracked with anguish and disgust. Never before had he been subjected to such a cruel insult, especially from Leonardo, who accused him of kidnapping his own daughter. "I'm telling you the truth, darling. I genuinely have no knowledge of what's happened. However, I sensed something was amiss with Mak. His behavior changed after your mother's death," Emma pleaded, drawing closer and holding Carlo's trembling hand.

"Do you believe he had a hand in Sofia's disappearance? If it's true, don't attempt to contact him. He'll be on guard. I'm going after Leonardo. I need to find out who wants to harm our daughter," Carlo warned her sternly, his resolve strengthening as he prepared to leave in his car.

Leonardo's accusation gnawed at Carlo, fueling his determination to prove his innocence. He resolved to tail Leonardo's car, ensuring he had evidence to counter the damning allegations.

From a safe distance, Carlo observed as Leonardo's car came to a halt in front of a lavish villa. Without warning, Leonardo's men unleashed a volley of gunfire upon the guards stationed outside the premises.

Stepping out of his car, Carlo waited for the sounds of gunfire to cease. Then, with utmost caution, he made his way toward the villa, each step deliberate and silent.

Peering through the shattered door, Carlo's heart sank as he laid eyes upon Mak lying lifeless on the floor. Standing nearby, Leonardo spoke to Sofia, revealing the truth about Carlo's mother's will.

And there it was the missing puzzle piece behind the vanishing of the will. Carlo now possessed the knowledge he sought, painting a clearer picture of the events that had unfolded.

Carlo was taken aback by the

unexpected decision his mother had

made, appointing Sofia as the

heiress of the Ricci Empire. Conflicting emotions surged through his heart, leaving him bewildered. Throughout his life, Carlo had never shown any affection toward his daughter, Sofia, harboring a deep-seated hatred for her

mother-his wife-until her death. His interactions with Sofia had always been cold and callous.

Suddenly, a chilling voice shattered Carlo's thoughts, bringing him back to reality. It was Mak, rising to his feet with a gun pointed at Sofia.

Carlo's eyes snapped toward the et

sound, his instincts kicking in., split second, he drew his own weapon, aiming it directly at Mak, and with unwavering precision,

pulled the trigger, dispatching a fatal

shot that struck Mak's head.

The sound of the gunshot echoed in Carlo's ears as Sofia's piercing scream filled the air. "Leonardo!!!" she cried out, her voice laced with desperation and fear.

Carlo rushed toward them, his heart pounding in his chest, only to find Leonardo sprawled on the ground, his body enveloped in a pool of his own blood. The realization hit Carlo like a thunderbolt, freezing him in place. He couldn't comprehend the horrifying scene that had unfolded before his eyes.

The bullet Mak fired was meant for Sofia, but Leonardo, her selfless protector, had valiantly intervened, taking the lethal projectile in his own back. His act of sacrifice had shielded Sofia from certain death, but at the cost of his own life.

All the air escaped Sofia's lungs as she continued to scream Leonardo's name, her voice saturated with anguish and disbelief. She knelt beside him, cradling his head in her lap, desperately hoping for a miracle. Leonardo's eyes remained closed, his face drained of color. Sofia couldn't bear to see him in such a lifeless state.

"Leonardo, open your eyes," she pleaded, her voice trembling with sorrow. "Why did you do that? Why did you take that bullet? Wake up, please." Sofia's tears cascaded down her cheeks, falling upon Leonardo's motionless face. But he remained unresponsive, not even the slightest movement indicating his consciousness.

Amidst the chaos that erupted around them, Sofia heard the clamor of people shouting and running toward their location. The world seemed distant and hazy as her life force drained away, mirroring the hope slipping from her grasp.

"Ma'am, please let us take him to the hospital," Mark pleaded, his voice filled with urgency and concern.

Sofia heard the desperation in Mark's words, urging her to release her grip on Leonardo. But her heart rebelled against the idea, unwilling to let go of her husband. Her trembling hands clung tightly to his body, as if by sheer force of will she could infuse him with her own life, refusing to be separated from him.

"Ma'am, please! Come to your senses. We need to take him to the hospital immediately," Mark insisted, his tone becoming more insistent.

"Sofia!" A familiar voice called out, and she looked up to see her father, Carlo, standing nearby, his face etched with worry.

"Let him go, Sofia. He needs medical attention. We have to take him to the hospital immediately," Carlo implored, gently tugging at Sofia's hand, attempting to pry her fingers away from Leonardo's form. With a mixture of reluctance and helplessness, Sofia allowed herself to be pulled away from him.

Tears streamed down Sofia's face,

their flow seemingly endless. She was overwhelmed with fear at the thought of being separated from Leonardo. Her eyes refused to stray from his sight even for a moment. Through her blurred vision, she witnessed a group of men lifting Leonardo's limp body and rushing him outside. The sight of his blood staining the floor only intensified her anguish, causing her tears to

cascade down her cheeks at an

increased pace.

"Dad! Save him, please," Sofia pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I can't live without him. I love him, Dad. I love him so much. Please, do something." She confessed.

Chapter 368 My Life

Carlo enveloped Sofia in a tight embrace, cradling her head against his chest, offering her solace and reassurance. "Don't worry, Sofia. He will be fine. Nothing will happen to him. It's your father's promise," he whispered soothingly. "Come, my child. We have to rush to the hospital." With gentle guidance, Carlo led Sofia toward his car, her movements devoid of conscious awareness as she followed him like a lifeless vessel.

Sofia's heart pleaded silently to every deity in the universe, beseeching them to save her beloved Leonardo. She was willing to offer her own life in exchange for his survival. "Please, God, just save Leonardo!" she fervently prayed within the depths of her heart. Upon reaching the hospital, Carlo swiftly ushered Sofia inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He inquired about Leonardo's condition, learning that he had arrived earlier in a separate vehicle and had been taken to the operating room.

Outside the operating room, Sofia spotted Domenico and Leonardo's parents, their faces etched with anguish and tears mirroring her own. Leonardo's mother, overcome with grief, wept inconsolably, her sorrow a reflection of Sofia's own pain. Instinctively, Sofia ran toward Leonardo's mother, seeking solace in her presence. Their eyes met, and in a wordless exchange, Anna, Leonardo's mother, opened her arms to Sofia. Without hesitation, Sofia threw herself into the embrace, finding comfort in the shared

sorrow.

Anna's touch was gentle as she caressed Sofia's head and back, offering comfort amidst her own choked sobs. "Sofia, don't cry, my child. He will be fine," Anna whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anguish and determination. "I know my son, and he is very strong and brave. He is a fighter. Nothing can happen to him."

Sofia pulled back slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Anna's, their gazes intertwined. "Mom, he has to be fine," Sofia managed to say through her sobs. "He has to wake up soon, or else I won't forgive him for making me cry."

Sofia's words tugged at Anna's heart, and Leonardo's father, joining them, added his voice to the conversation. "Sofia, don't worry," he interjected, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and resolve. "As soon as I received the news, I informed the hospital. The city's most renowned surgeons are attending to Leonardo. If necessary, I will reach out to doctors from all over the world. So both of you, stop crying. We will do everything we can."

Anna gently wiped away the tears streaming down Sofia's cheeks, but they continued to flow uncontrollably, as if her sorrow had taken on a life of its own. The two of them stood there, anxiously waiting for any sign of hope from the operating room, their hearts heavy with worry.

Meanwhile, Carlo had informed Emma about Leonardo being shot. A wicked smile spread across Emma's face, knowing that one of her greatest obstacles on the path to acquiring the Empire was about to meet his end. She kept the knowledge of their successful tracking of Mak from Carlo, fearful of exposing herself. Emma was well aware that even if she had warned Mak, he would have eventually found Leonardo, and then her own life would have been at risk. She was simply terrified that Mak might implicate her in some way. Therefore, when she received the news of Mak's death, relief washed over her. That foolish man deserved his demise if he couldn't even eliminate a mere girl.

Emma eventually arrived at the hospital, joining Leonardo's mother, Anna, and Sofia. She put on a show of grief, feigning sympathy and offering consolation to the grieving family. Both Leonardo's mother and Sofia were in tears, and Emma had to put on a facade of comforting someone she despised the most. Carlo's behavior seemed different, as he sought to console Sofia with a concerned gaze. Emma disapproved of his actions and knew she had to resume her manipulations to brainwash him once again.

The wait stretched on for nearly three agonizing hours until the surgeon finally emerged from the operating room. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone turned their attention to the doctor, awaiting news of Leonardo's condition.

"We have successfully removed the bullet and stopped the bleeding," the surgeon began, offering a glimmer of hope. "However, he remains unconscious due to significant blood loss. We will continue to monitor him closely until he regains consciousness. Hopefully, he will recover soon."

Anna, Leonardo's mother, couldn't contain her anxiety as she asked, "Doctor, is he out of danger now?"

The doctor's response brought a wave of relief to the room. "Yes, indeed. With the bleeding under control, he is considered safe. He is completely out of danger," he assured them.

Sofia's trembling body seemed to relax, and for the first time since the ordeal began, she felt a sense of ease. Her heartbeat, once erratic, began to steady itself, as if finally finding its rhythm, she felt she could breathe now.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room, with each person finding solace in the doctor's words. However, Emma's plans took an abrupt turn upon hearing that Leonardo was now out of danger. Her jubilant heart turned somber, realizing that her own fate would be sealed if Leonardo discovered her involvement in Sofia's kidnapping.

Emma knew she had to act swiftly, her mind racing to devise a plan before Leonardo regained consciousness.

After six long hours, Leonardo

slowly regained consciousness. However, the sedatives

administered by the doctors kept him in a deep sleep, suppressing the pain he must have been experiencing. Anna, Leonardo's mother, approached Sofia, expressing her desire to take her home. With bodyguards stationed outside the room around the clock and nurses attending to him inside, Anna believed that Sofia could rest and return to the hospital later. Yet Sofia's heart vehemently opposed the idea of leaving her husband alone in the sterile hospital environment. She insisted on staying by his side throughout his

recovery.

Sofia's father, Carlo, approached her, his voice filled with reassurance. "Sofia, don't worry about anything. He's fine and recovering quickly. Remember, you're not alone, dear. Call me if you need anything."

Surprised by her father's sudden display of concern, Sofia found herself torn between accepting his words and remaining skeptical. She couldn't help but wonder if his newfound warmth would fade away over time, reverting to his previous cold and heartless demeanor.

One by one, the family members left

the room, leaving Sofia alone with Leonardo. She settled herself by his bedside, her gaze fixated on his peaceful face. Her gentle hand caressed his head, gently brushing aside@few strands of hair that clung to his forehead. Leaning over,

she pressed a tender st

his temple and whispered, "Recover soon, honey. I long to hear your voice again." She kissed each of his closed eyes, pouring her love into

every touch.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear her at that moment. Yet, the words held a profound significance for her, a reminder of the unbreakable bond they shared.

Sofia clasped Leonardo's hand in

both of her own, finding solace in the connection. She settled back in her chair, fatigue washing over her as the weight of the day took its toll. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the tranquil knowledge that Leonardo was on the path to recovery helped her relax. It was already two in the morning when sleep overcame her, and she succumbed to the embrace of a well-deserved rest.

When Sofia eventually woke up, the sun had already risen, casting its warm glow upon the room. She observed the nurses quietly attending to Leonardo, administering medication and providing instructions in hushed tones. Sofia's grip tightened around his hand as a rush of happiness surged through her. Seeing him sitting up in bed, awake and aware, filled her with an overwhelming sense of relief and joy.

"Leonardo!" Sofia exclaimed, springing to her feet and launching herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

"Ouch!" he hissed, feeling the pain but reciprocating the embrace by wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Sofia pulled back, her voice filled with concern. "Are you okay?" A tear trickled down her cheek against her will.

Leonardo gently tugged her hand and guided her to sit beside him. "I'm alright, baby girl. Why are you crying?" He reached out to wipe away Sofia's tears.

"You know, I thought I was going to lose you when you were unconscious and not responding," Sofia sobbed, another tear rolling down her face. Leaning forward, Leonardo kissed her lips tenderly. "See? I'm perfectly alright," he reassured her with a smile, cradling her face in his hand. From the corner of her eye, Sofia noticed the nurses in the room, smiling and blushing at the display of affection.

Her man never hesitated to show PDA, even in a hospital room.

"Why did you do that? If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have been able to bear it," Sofia complained, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "And if anything had happened to you, how could I possibly go on, angel?" Leonardo's eyes held even more emotion as he spoke.

Sofia tried to move back to her chair, but Leonardo held her waist gently, pleading, "Stay here with me."

She settled back down beside him, gazing at his smiling, handsome face. Seeing him alive and well felt like heaven to her. Nothing else mattered more at that moment.

Chapter 369 My Sweet Family When Leonardo woke up, his eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. Confusion clouded his mind for a moment until he surveyed his surroundings and realized he was in a hospital room. The sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, and the steady beeping of machines filled the room with an eerie rhythm.

His gaze shifted, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted Sofia sleeping peacefully on a chair beside his bed. Her hand clasped his, and her fingers were intertwined with his own. Traces of tears glistened on her cheeks, leaving delicate stains that hinted at her previous emotional outpour.

Battling against the pain in his back, Leonardo attempted to sit up. A sharp hiss escaped his lips, reminding him of his injuries. Yet, despite the discomfort, his love for Sofia compelled him to reach out and wipe away the remnants of her tears, hoping to bring her solace even in his own vulnerable state.

The nurses, alerted by his awakening, entered the room to assist him. They approached with gentle steps, their voices hushed as they checked his vitals and administered the necessary medications. Leonardo, aware of Sofia's need for rest, whispered a request for them to keep their voices low so as not to disturb her slumber.

As the medical professionals attended to him, Leonardo's mind wandered back to the harrowing incident that had brought him to this hospital bed. The memory of Sofia's life being endangered sent shivers down his spine. In that split second, without hesitation, he had positioned himself between the bullet and her fragile form. It was at that very moment he realized the depths of his love for her, surpassing even his own self-preservation.

A soft chuckle escaped Leonardo's lips as he contemplated the profoundness of his emotions. The nurses, glancing at him with perplexed expressions, wondered if he had somehow been affected by his injury. Yet, despite their bemusement, Leonardo couldn't help but smile. This newfound sensation coursing through his veins was both exhilarating and unfamiliar. It ignited a desire within him to transform everything around him, to cherish Sofia like a precious gem, and to be the unwavering light in his otherwise dark existence. A rush of overwhelming affection flooded his heart, and he whispered to himself, "She is my angel, the beacon of hope in my life's abyss." In that moment, with unwavering certainty, Leonardo realized he was deeply, irrevocably in love.

Eventually, Sofia stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open. As she initiated a conversation with Leonardo, an internal conflict raged within him. Should he seize this opportunity to confess his feelings, or would it be better to wait for a more opportune moment? Doubts and worries clouded his mind, fearing that his emotions might be misconstrued as a result of the overwhelming circumstances they had recently faced. He yearned to make this confession special, something that would convey the depth of his love for her. "You know, everyone was worried about your health, and you didn't even hesitate before taking that bullet," Sofia said, her voice filled with concern as she continued to complain.

Leonardo chuckled softly and his eyes twinkled with soft emotion as he stared at her intently. His gaze held a message, though Sofia struggled to decipher its true meaning.

"Your mother was so worried. She cried continuously while you were in the operating room. How could you be so careless? Promise me you'll never put yourself in danger again. You have so many people who love you deeply," Sofia rambled on, reveling in the attention she received from him.

"Yeah?" Leonardo interrupted, causing her cheeks to flush. "And who are they?"

"Um... your mother," she began tentatively.

"And...?" he prompted further.

"Your father?" she replied as she hesitated, knowing that Leonardo and his father had a strained relationship.

Leonardo rolled his eyes in response and sighed. "Ah, huh. And...?" he pressed on.

Sofia opened her mouth to speak, but the words failed to escape her lips. She couldn't bring herself to confess her love for him. Yes, she loved him, and she realized when Leonardo's life was in danger.

"Ah, you talk too much," he said with a teasing smile. "You've just recovered from an injury; you should rest."

Sofia sighed, feigning annoyance. "I suppose you're right. You need your rest too. You've been sitting by my side all night."

Leonardo sighed wearily and leaned back against the bed. "Why don't you go home and take a nap, baby? I can see you haven't rested properly."

Sofia shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't need rest. It's you who needs to take proper sleep and care to recover quickly," she pouted.

A gentle smile graced Leonardo's lips as he spoke. "I think it's the medication making me sleepy."

"Then take a nap. I'll be right here with you," she said softly, clasping his hand as he settled back onto the bed.

When Leonardo roused from his

slumber once again, he found himself surrounded by his entire family. His

Bella, Luother, father, cousins

Bella, Luca, and Aldo, Uncle Angelo, Aunt Allegra, and his dear friend Domenico were all gathered around him Sofia stood among them, effortlessly blending into the familial atmosphere. Leonardo couldn't help but be awestruck by how quickly she had become an integral part of his family.

His mother was the first to approach him, her eyes filled with concern and love. "How's my baby?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. It was in moments like these that Leonardo realized his mother still saw him as her little boy, despite the fearsome reputation he held as the mafia king.

A gentle smile curved Leonardo's lips as he reached out and pulled his mother close, brushing away her tears. "I am alright, Mum. Please don't cry," he reassured her, his voice filled with tenderness. He enveloped her in a warm embrace, seeking to alleviate her worries and assure her of his well-being.

Bella, Luca, and Aldo approached next, their concern evident in their expressions. In unison, they bombarded Leonardo with questions about his health. "How are you, brother? You scared all of us," they exclaimed, their voices filled with a mixture of relief and worry. Leonardo chuckled and gave them a confident high-five. "Relax, guys. I am alright, okay?" he replied, trying to alleviate their concerns.

Domenico, always the light-hearted one, chimed in, mocking Leonardo gently. "Yeah, I can see that," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Leonardo knew that beneath the playful facade, Domenico was genuinely concerned for his well-being. "You almost gave us heart attacks, lying there on your deathbed. Next time, try to come up with a smarter plan instead of scaring us to death," Domenico quipped, lightly punching Leonardo's shoulder.

"Ouch!" Leonardo yelped in response to the playful jab.

"Domenico!" Both his mother and Sofia reprimanded Domenico simultaneously, their voices filled with worry and admonishment. Leonardo smirked at his friend, and Domenico nodded back, a hint of understanding passing between them.

One by one, Leonardo's family

members came forward, expressing their concerns and asking about his health. His father remained in the corner, observing the scene with quiet strength. At that moment,

Leonardo couldn't help but fee

deep sense of gratitude for having his family by his side. It was the first time in his life that he truly recognized the value of their presence. The adage rang true:

family was indeed the anchor during times of adversity, and true bonds were forged in the crucible of hardship

Chapter 370 In His Arms Sofia remained by Leonardo's side unwaveringly during his entire stay at the hospital. How could he be so fortunate to have found her? She was his angel.

The hospital kept him there for an entire week to monitor his recovery, yet Sofia took care of him single-handedly despite nurses being available round the clock. Finally, the week had come to an end. Leonardo felt fit and healthy, just as he always had, and they were ready to return home. Today was the day Leonardo came home. He looked better and more energetic. Everyone gathered to welcome him back with open arms. The entire house was adorned with flowers and heart-shaped red and white balloons, courtesy of his family.

Leonardo's parents, uncle, aunt, and cousins stayed until late at night. Domenico also joined the celebration, and they reveled in Leonardo's recovery. Bella and Sofia still didn't have the best relationship. Bella seized every opportunity to taunt Sofia, but she chose to ignore her, not wanting to spoil the joyful atmosphere.

It was half past eleven when everyone bid their goodbyes. As Sofia closed the door of their mansion, Leonardo scooped her up in his arms.

"Leonardo!" she squealed. "What are you doing? You might hurt yourself again."

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm perfectly alright," he reassured her, looking down with a smirk on his face.

"But...what if your wound starts bleeding again?" Sofia asked, her concern evident.

"It has healed, baby girl, so stop worrying. Besides, I can't wait to fuck you hard and deep," he shamelessly declared, causing Sofia's eyes to widen and her cheeks to turn pink. He began ascending the stairs, making their way towards their bedroom. Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently placed her back on her feet and closed the door.

"I missed this beautiful body of yours," he confessed, licking his lips while his eyes roamed over his wife's figure, undressing her with his gaze. Pulling down the shoulder of Sofia's off-shoulder knee-length dress, he exposed her upper body. Leonardo tugged at the dress, causing it to fall and pool near Sofia's ankle. He pulled back to devour his wife's body with his intense gray eyes. His hungry gaze trailed down her figure, igniting a burning anticipation within her.

"You are so beautiful, baby, like an angel who descended from heaven just for me," he huskily whispered in a low voice.

Taking a long stride, he stopped only an inch away from her. He rested his hands on her waist, tightening his hold, and lifted her off her feet. Sofia instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pressed his lips against hers with urgency. Their kiss was far from gentle, teeth colliding, tongues entangling, and lips sucking passionately. They kissed each other as if it were their first time, with Sofia having missed her husband dearly. The intensity and passion with which he kissed her back made it clear that he had missed her too, intimately.

He began walking toward the bed and gently placed her on the soft mattress. "You have no idea how much I wanted to worship your body when we were in that hospital room. I wanted to take you right then and there," he expressed with such passion and desire that she was already feeling aroused, on the verge of begging him to stop talking and fuck her.

He hovered over her and flicked his tongue against her breast, causing her to arch and gasp. His large hands cupped her breasts, kneading them with skill while his mouth worked its magic, intensifying her pleasure and leaving her wanting more. Her soft nipple became stiff, red, and pleasurably sore as he continued to play with it-rolling his tongue around it, flicking his teeth against it, enclosing his lips around it, and sucking it hard. Sofia's hands tenderly caressed his head, her fingers entwining in his hair as if they had a mind of their own.

"Ahhh..." she cried as he bit down hard on her aching nipple, sending a surge of electric currents down her spine.

Leonardo instantly sucked and massaged it with his tongue, and when Sofia started enjoying it again, he bit hard on it, making her dripping wet from the sensation his mouth was causing her.

She was dying to touch her husband's naked body. Her hands traveled down his torso and tugged on his t-shirt, pulling it upwards to his shoulders. He understood her hint, moved back to remove his t-shirt, and threw it away.

As his cold skin made contact with her burning skin, she craved instant relief. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his, pouring all her love into the kiss.

She pulled away slightly and cradled his face in her hand, kissing every inch of his face, leaving no corner untouched. Her lips then trailed down his jawline, moving along the length of his neck. She sucked on his soft skin, leaving love bites as a mark of possession. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and groaned in pleasure.

She pushed his shoulder and switched their positions, but then she realized his back was hurting. Quickly, she sat up. "Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?"

He sat up and pulled his wife onto his lap, making her straddle his hips. "I am perfectly fine, baby. But I won't be if you ever leave this in the middle of what you've started," he warned her in a dangerous tone, causing her body to shiver.

She closed her eyes and arched her back, pressing herself closer to his naked body. He started kneading and squeezing her thighs, resting his hands on her ass cheeks, pulling her even closer to him, squeezing in the process.

He began grinding his jeans-covered bulge against her vagina, sending waves of sensation through her body, making her moan louder. He rubbed the zipper of his jeans on her soft, delicate, and sensitive flesh. "Ah... Leonardo..." she moaned.

"Yes, baby girl," he innocently asked.

"Do it now," Sofia urged.

"What do you want me to do, angel?" Leonardo asked once again.

She groaned in frustration. "Don't tease me."

"I didn't," he replied with a smirk. She knew her husband wouldn't accept defeat but would make her submit.

Her irregular breathing almost

ceased as his hand traveled up,

tracing the fines on her sides, and stopped at her breast. He rolled her sensitive bud between his fingers, pinching it firmly. At the same time, his other hand kneaded her

buttocks, pulling her closer to him.

"Please, honey... Ahh... fuck me..." Sofia begged.

Shit! He had made her just like him. Her husband was irresistibly hot and handsome, and she was ready to obey his every command. Because she knew only he could give her what she desired. She wanted only him. "Gladly!" he said, lifting her off his body and placing her on the bed.

He knelt on the bed, unbuckling his belt. With one swift motion, he pulled the zipper down and removed his jeans and boxers.

Sofia gulped as she took in the sight.

He smiled at her reaction, taking her hand and guiding it to stroke his dick, covering his hand with hers.

His eyes grew hooded, and his breathing quickened, becoming heavy.

He closed his eyes, his head jerking back as he groaned loudly in pleasure.

Sofia removed her hand and, leaning forward, enveloped his cock in her mouth.

Leonardo opened his eyes and looked at her, groaning continuously.

"Baby girl, this is the most erotic sight. More sensual than any of my fantasies, having your hot and sinfully sexy mouth wrapped around my dick."

He leaned back on his elbow, allowing her to pleasure him. She continued pumping him with her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. She sucked on the silky smooth head, feeling his body jerk in response. She scraped her teeth slightly, and he gripped her head tightly.

Leonardo feared he couldn't last

long if Sofia continued tempting him

like this. He was impressed by how his wife had become a complete seductress for him. She had no reservations when it came to voicing her desires. So, he let her do what she wanted to do to him until he felt now it was his turn to pleasure his hot wife.

"Fuck! Are you trying to kill me, baby girl?" he groaned, making Sofia chuckle while still having him in her mouth. She attempted to

deep-throat him but gagged in the process. Undeterred, she tried again, determined to pleasure him, and was rewarded with his means of delight.

He pushed her away, causing his erection to slip out of her mouth.

"Straddle me," he commanded.

Lifting her leg, she swung it over his hips, settling herself onto his lap.

"Take me in," he commanded once more.

This time, she gasped, unsure of what he meant.

How... I mean... I don't..." She wanted to ask for clarification, but he beat her to it.

"Hold my dick up and sit on it. Let it slide into your tight pussy, so I can fuck you," he explained.

Oh, yes!