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Chapter 381 Reconciliation

Emma chimed in, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I can see it, Sofia. You are glowing and looking more beautiful. My, my! The after-marriage glow suits you," she complimented, a smile gracing her lips.

Sofia couldn't help but be taken aback by Emma's words. Emma had never been one to offer praise, and Sofia knew it for certain. She scanned the room, half-expecting to find Kat lurking in some shadowy corner, her piercing gaze drilling into Sofia's very being. Yet, to Sofia's surprise, Kat was nowhere to be seen.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Sofia turned to Carlo, seeking answers. "Where is Kat? Has she not come to the party?" Sofia's voice carried a tinge of wonder, for it would be yet another unexpected twist if Kat had indeed chosen to be absent. Attending these high- society gatherings was practically Kat's modus operandi. She would never pass up an opportunity to network with the heirs of wealthy families-an art Emma had instilled in her daughter from an early age, as Sofia had keenly observed during their shared upbringing. Carlo's eyes scanned the crowd, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. "Yes, she has come," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. His gaze locked onto Emma, his expression demanding an explanation. "Where is Kat, Emma? Shouldn't she come and congratulate Sofia?" Carlo's tone carried a touch of reproach, his disappointment evident in his scowl.

Today, an air of peculiarity hung between Emma and Carlo, something Sofia couldn't quite decipher. Despite their enduring love for each other, there was an undeniable tension. Emma, the catalyst of Sofia's mother's tragic demise and the source of her father's bitterness, appeared distant and aloof. Sofia sensed an unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface.

Emma delicately retrieved her phone from a golden clutch and began tapping away, her actions drawing Sofia's attention. "I texted her to come here. She might be busy with some friends," Emma defended her daughter's absence, her words carrying a hint of defensiveness. Sofia wondered why Emma felt compelled to justify Kat's absence as if attempting to mask a deeper motive.

Unwilling to dwell on the matter, Emma swiftly changed the topic. "So, Sofia, when are you going to take over the Ricci Empire officially?" Her sudden interest in Sofia's succession raised an internal alarm within Sofia. Suspicion tinged her thoughts as she pondered Emma's intentions.

Sofia's brows furrowed, her mind racing to make sense of Emma's eagerness. Why was she so invested in Sofia assuming control of the Empire? Sofia couldn't help but feel a surge of uncertainty welling up inside her. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she replied cautiously, "I haven't decided yet. Perhaps I should wait until I graduate from high school and apply to university. I want to be sufficiently qualified to manage these enterprises successfully. Pursuing a degree in business seems like a logical step. In the meantime, Dad is already handling the affairs of the Empire." Sofia's words held a blend of determination and pragmatism, her gaze shifting towards Carlo.

As her eyes met her father's, a flicker of pride lit up his face, warming Sofia's heart. It was an unfamiliar sight, witnessing him genuinely happy for her. A surge of affection swelled within her, momentarily overshadowing her doubts.

Emma interjected once again, her proposal tinged with ulterior motives. "Yes, you are too young to bear the weight of this colossal Empire. Why not grant power of attorney to your dad? When you are capable enough to assume the responsibility, he will gladly hand over the reins to you. After all, he's your dad," Emma suggested, her words laced with subtle manipulation. Sofia couldn't help but notice the glint of avarice in Emma's eyes, reaffirming her long-held belief that Emma's interests primarily revolved around money. But did her father share the same sentiment? Sofia found herself grappling with a multitude of emotions, unsure of how to respond to Emma's proposition.

anding an explanation. "Where is Kat, Emma? Shouldn't she come and congratulate Sofia?" Carlo's tone carried a touch of reproach, his disappointment evident in his scowl.

Before Sofia could utter a word, Carlo intervened, speaking on her behalf with unwavering conviction. "No, Emma. My mother bestowed the Ricci Empire upon Sofia, making her the sole owner. She does not need to grant me power of attorney to ensure the success of our business. Until she graduates and obtains her degree, I will gladly manage and oversee all the affairs of the Empire. As a Ricci, it is my utmost duty to safeguard our family's legacy and empire," Carlo declared firmly, his words resonating with a profound sense of responsibility.

Pride surged within Sofia, flooding

her heart as she heard her father's unwavering support. Tears welled up in her eyes, ber emotions threatening to overflow. Throughout her life, she had yearned for her father's presence, even during the times when they resided under the same roof. Now, having found him once again, she tasted the significance of a father's touch upon her life. It was a shield against the world's uncertainties, a reassurance that she need not fear, for her father stood as her guardian, ready to shield her from all harm. It was an indescribable and profound sentiment, coursing through her veins and making her soul soar.

She quickly averted her face, attempting to brush away the solitary tear that cascaded down her cheek. However, her father's perceptive gaze caught the glimpse of her vulnerability. Concern etched upon his features, he questioned her gently, "What happened, dear? Why are you crying? Is something amiss?"

Sofia's voice trembled slightly as she tried to compose herself. "Nothing... nothing, Dad. I am just overwhelmed by emotions lately. I have found so many things in these past few days that I have yearned for my entire life," she admitted, her gaze locked onto his, conveying a depth of understanding that transcended words.

Carlo pursed his lips, his eyes shimmering with remorse as he spoke. "I am sorry, Sofia. I have carried the weight of regret for far too long. I deeply regret how I treated you. You never deserved such treatment. I apologize for failing to be there for you as a father when you needed me the most," he confessed, tears glistening within his own eyes, mirroring Sofia's pain.

Overwhelmed by the magnitude of her father's words, Sofia's tears flowed freely, a torrent of emotions cascading down her cheeks. It was as if the floodgates of her heart had burst open, unable to contain the sheer intensity of the moment.

"I am sorry, Sofia, for not acknowledging your rightful place as my daughter. I am sorry for failing to shield you from the darkness that befell our lives." Carlo's voice quivered with remorse, a solitary tear escaping his eye and tracing a path down his weathered cheek. Moved by his vulnerability, Sofia stepped closer, her gentle touch wiping away that lone droplet of guilt. Their hands intertwined, a tangible connection between father and daughter. "From this moment forward, you will always find me by your side in every situation and circumstance of your life," Carlo vowed, his words laden with sincerity and a newfound resolve.

Sofia gazed deeply into her father's eyes, her heart finding solace in the unwavering honesty she witnessed. Doubt and suspicion melted away, replaced by a profound sense of forgiveness and understanding. The weight of their shared pain seemed to dissipate as Carlo's tears flowed, purging his soul of remorse.

With an overwhelming surge of

emotion, Sofia enveloped Carlo in

her arms, resting her head against his chest. It was an embrace brimming with tenderness and

reconciliation, a moment of

profound significance. For the first time in her existence, she embraced her father, their connection finally began to flourish. Carlo

reciprocated, his arm encircling her petite frame, gently caressing her head as he wiped away the trails of tears adorning her cheeks.

"Mum, did you call me here to witness this emotional spectacle?" Kat's bored voice sliced through the tender moment, jolting Sofia back to the present. Sofia reluctantly released her grip on Carlo and turned her gaze toward her stepsister. Kat stood there, donning a scandalously short silver dress that exposed more than it covered.

"Kat, mind your words. You are speaking of your father and your sister," Emma reprimanded, her tone sharp with disapproval.

Kat pursed her lips, rolling her eyes in a display of contempt. "What is there to congratulate her for? She has been handed this Empire on a silver platter, despite being utterly unworthy. Judging by her looks, qualifications, and abilities, she shouldn't even bear the name Ricci," Kat spat out with disdain, her words laced with venom. Sofia winced, the hurt coursing through her veins. Kat never missed an opportunity to belittle her, to inflict verbal wounds upon her soul.

Chapter 382 My Wife Is Angry

Carlo's gaze bore into Emma, his expression a mix of fury and disappointment, causing a crimson hue to stain Emma's cheeks with embarrassment. Without hesitation, Emma seized Kat's hand, her grip firm and commanding. "You disobedient daughter, come with me," she admonished and forcefully dragged Kat away from the scene.

"I apologize, Sofia, on behalf of Kat," Carlo interjected, his remorseful smile tinged with sadness and regret.

"No, Dad, you don't have to apologize. She is my sister too. I don't mind her," Sofia responded, her smile genuine and forgiving. She had grown accustomed to Kat's insolence, reaching a point where she no longer expected anything more from her half-sister. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, was a mirage of indifference, both existing on the periphery of each other's lives.

Carlo's hand tenderly brushed against Sofia's head as he spoke his parting words. "Take care, my child. I'll go and mingle with Alessandro and the other guests." Sofia nodded in acknowledgment, watching as her father walked away, his presence blending into the bustling crowd.

Left alone, Sofia's surroundings seemed to suffocate her with boredom. Restless, she decided to explore the venue, longing for a change of scenery and a respite from the monotony.

As she ventured through the hall, Sofia observed a lively atmosphere. Conversations buzzed, glasses clinked, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. In the center of the hall, a grand ballroom dance had been arranged, with couples twirling gracefully to the enchanting melodies. A nostalgic smile graced Sofia's lips as she reminisced about her first dance with Leonardo, the memory of their shared moment etched in her heart.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Leonardo amidst the sea of faces. She weaved through the gathering, her anticipation growing with each step.

Finally, her gaze landed upon Leonardo, standing in a secluded corner, engrossed in conversation with Evelyn. They appeared comfortable and at ease, their interaction resembling that of old friends. Questions swirled in Sofia's mind. What was Leonardo doing with Evelyn? He had claimed to have moved on and harbored no lingering feelings.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and a twinge of apprehension, Sofia hastened her pace, closing the distance between them. But as she reached their side, a sharp pang shot through her heart, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw Leonardo hug Evelyn. Leonardo and Evelyn entangled from their embrace, but their hands were now entwined.

A surge of emotions flooded Sofia, a torrent of confusion, hurt, and anger. "What the hell?" she uttered under her breath, her voice laced with disbelief. Determined, she moved toward them, determined to seek answers and confront the situation head-on. Sofia's grip tightened around Leonardo's hand, causing him to turn towards her, surprise etched across his features. His eyes searched hers for an explanation, his confusion palpable in the air.

"What's going on?" Sofia questioned, her gaze narrowed as she curled her fingers around his arm, a protective gesture that silently conveyed her claim on him.

Evelyn, sensing the tension, raised a brow in an unspoken challenge. Sofia met her gaze head-on, her narrowed eyes communicating her defiance. How dare Evelyn embrace her husband?

"Sofia, you've already met Evelyn," Leonardo interjected, his voice calm but formal. He turned towards Sofia, introducing her with a touch of pride. "Evelyn, meet my beautiful wife, Sofia." He then looked back at Sofia, attempting to explain. "We were just catching up, angel. Nothing else." He shrugged, trying to dismiss the situation casually.

"Yeah, I can see that," Sofia retorted, her annoyance evident as she shot him a pointed look. He shook his head, not fully comprehending her anger.

Turning her attention to Evelyn, Sofia spoke with blunt rudeness. "Can I take my husband back? Excuse us." Without waiting for a response, she tugged Leonardo away, determined to reclaim their connection.

As they reached the dance floor, Leonardo couldn't help but question the situation. "What was that, Sofia?" His voice held a hint of amusement, tinged with curiosity.

Fury coursed through Sofia's veins, her anger refusing to subside. "What was what?" she snapped back, her voice sharp.

"Why are you angry with me?" Leonardo innocently inquired as if oblivious to his actions. He spoke with a lightheartedness that grated on Sofia's nerves.

"I was looking for my husband, and I saw him flirting with his ex-girlfriend," Sofia seethed, her teeth gritted with frustration. "And you're asking me why I am angry."

Leonardo shook his head, trying to ease the tension. "It's nothing like that, baby girl. She just apologized to me and wanted to restart our friendship. That's all. But wait a second, are you jealous?" He playfully emphasized the last sentence, his tone laced with amusement. Sofia's face flushed crimson, the realization hitting her. Was she truly jealous? It was a foreign emotion, one she had never experienced before. She had never possessed something worth being possessive over, and now, seeing Leonardo with Evelyn had ignited a newfound insecurity within her.

"I... I wanted to d... dance... with you," she stammered, attempting to divert the conversation away from her own vulnerability.

"But you said you don't dance?" Leonardo teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Wow! You've changed so quickly," Sofia retorted, her annoyance palpable. "That day, you had no problem dancing with me. But now, when I want to dance with you, you remind me that I cannot." Frustration consumed her, and her anger threatened to bubble over. The rapid transformation from a caring husband to a mocking, teasing figure left her wounded. Was he embarrassed about dancing with her in front of his guests? The urge to cry overwhelmed her at that moment.

Leonardo shook his head, but to Sofia's surprise, he reached out and took her hand, guiding her toward the dance floor.

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*A few minutes before*

After mingling with the business partners, Leonardo made his way to the bar as he sought a moment of respite for himself. He was waiting for his drink when he heard someone calling his name.

"Leonardo!" a voice pierced through the chatter, causing him to cringe inwardly. He recognized that voice all too well, and meeting his ex-girlfriend Evelyn Anderson was the last thing he desired. Despite his wish to avoid a scene at his own party, there was no escape. She stood before him, a sight he wished he could erase from his memory.

Memories of their tumultuous past flooded his mind, and he braced himself for the encounter. Wanting to maintain composure, he chose to ignore her, turning his back on her presence.

"Leonardo, are you avoiding me?" Evelyn's voice called out from behind him, pleading and filled with desperation.

Internally cursing his luck, Leonardo reluctantly turned to face her. "Do I have a choice? Do you remember what you did to me last time?" he scowled, his expression revealing the lingering hurt.

Evelyn, appearing contrite, attempted to apologize. "I genuinely regret that day, Leonardo. I'm truly sorry. Will you please forgive me? Please!"

"Evelyn, every time I attempt to forgive you, you always manage to do something unforgivable. How can I trust that you won't repeat your mistakes?" Leonardo's voice carried a tone of accusation, laying bare the wounds she had inflicted upon him.

"Oh, Leonardo, people change. I have changed too. I understand that you no longer love me, but I don't want to lose you as a friend. Can we set aside the past and rekindle our friendship?" Evelyn pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

Leonardo hesitated, torn between

his lingering distrust and Evelyn's genuine remorse. He let out a weary sigh, grappling with the decision before him. "Alright, Evelyn. I will forgive you this time. However, this is your final chance. If you repeat your mistakes, you will lose me as a friend as well," he warned, his voice holding a hint of resolve.

"Thank you, Leonardo. I promise I won't do anything foolish again," Evelyn assured him, a hopeful smile gracing her lips.

"May I hug you, please?" Evelyn abruptly requested, surprising Leonardo with her sudden boldness.

"Only as friends, of course. As a symbol of a fresh start to our friendship. Can we truly leave everything behind and embark on this new chapter?" Evelyn implored once more, her sincerity apparent.

She seemed genuine in her intentions, and a friendly hug posed no harm. He nodded, accepting her request, and embraced her gently, acknowledging the rebirth of their friendship.

As they released each other, Evelyn

held onto Leonardo's hand, her gratitude skining in her eyes. "I can't express how grateful I am for your forgiveness. A burden that weighed heavily upon my chest has now been lifted. I would love to reconnect with you, just like the old times in college," she expressed, her voice brimming with sincerity.

Leonardo hesitated, for his

intentions were far from wanting to reconnect with her. His priorities lay solely with his wife, Sofia, and he

had little time or interest

vel.

any other relationships or friendships. Before he could formulate a response, however, Sofia stormed towards them, her fury evident in her expression. With possessiveness in her grip, she forcefully snatched Leonardo's hand away from Evelyn.

Sofia's face burned with anger, a sight that took Leonardo by surprise. She rarely exhibited rudeness towards anyone, but with Evelyn, Sofia seemed intent on insulting her further. Before Leonardo could react, Sofia seized his hand and swiftly led him away, propelling them towards the dance floor.

Chapter 383 His Temptress

Leonardo couldn't help but be amused by the sight of Sofia's jealousy. Teasing her had always been a playful pastime, but now, as he witnessed the fiery anger reddening her cheeks, he found himself praying for his safety. "Wow! You've become quite quick to change, haven't you?" Sofia remarked with a hint of sarcasm. "That day, you had no qualms about dancing with me. But now that I want to dance with you, you remind me that I cannot." Before Sofia could walk away in a huff, Leonardo firmly grasped her hand, leading her toward the dance floor. With a confident yet gentle touch, he wrapped his arm around her delicate waist, drawing her closer to his frame. The music enveloped them, its rhythm swaying their bodies in synchrony.

His fingers traced a tantalizing path over Sofia's bare shoulders, their descent grazing the soft skin of her arm until they reached her wrist. Guiding her hand to rest on his shoulder, he caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles, his touch both tender and electrifying. Looking into her eyes, he posed the question that weighed upon her annoyance.

"Why are you so vexed, Sofia? I was merely teasing you. All I desire is to dance with you. You are the only partner I want now and forever. Do you still doubt that?" Leonardo asked, his gaze unwavering as he gently swayed her to the music's melody.

"What were you doing with your ex-girlfriend?" Sofia questioned, her lips slightly pursed in inquiry. Leonardo shook his head, dismissing any lingering doubts.

"You needn't be jealous of my ex-girlfriends. They hold no place in comparison to you," he reassured her, his words carrying a conviction born of absolute truth.

"They? Wait, how many ex-girlfriends do you have? I've already met two," Sofia exclaimed in surprise, her innocent blue eyes widening and her eyebrows arching with curiosity.

Internally berating himself for his slip of the tongue, Leonardo sought to alleviate any concerns. "Like I said, you have no reason to worry about any of them. I don't even remember their names or faces because..." Leonardo pulled Sofia even closer, their faces a mere inch apart.

"...my mind and heart are captivated by only one name and one face," he whispered, the words resonating with unwavering devotion.

"Really? And who might that be?" Sofia inquired innocently, a radiant smile playing upon her lips. Deep down, they both knew she had already held the answer. Leonardo returned her smile, their foreheads gently touching in an intimate connection.

"Do I truly need to tell you? Because you already know that my thoughts revolve around you twenty-four-seven," he replied, locking his gaze with hers, losing himself within the depths of her mesmerizing blue eyes.

Sofia leaned in closer to Leonardo, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of voices surrounding them. "And why is that?" Her bold move caught Leonardo off guard, his surprise mingling with a surge of arousal that pulsed through him. In the midst of the bustling hall filled with countless onlookers, his sweet and innocent wife had transformed into a seductive and fiery temptress, igniting an intense desire within him. The contrast only heightened her allure, rendering her even more irresistible and alluring.

Pulling away, Sofia flashed him a mischievous smirk, teasing him with her newfound confidence. Leonardo, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered in a low, husky tone, his words laced with a mix of warning and desire. "Sofia, you're being a bad girl, and you know what a bad girl deserves, hmm?" He longed to hear her sinful response escape her delectable lips.

"A bad girl needs to be punished," she replied, biting her plump lower lip, her voice laced with anticipation. The mere sight of her sensual display and the intentional trail of her fingers along his bulge had pushed him to the brink of losing control. Sofia's presence was an intoxicating temptation that continually tested his restraint.

"Get ready for your punishment, baby girl," Leonardo warned, a breathless edge to his tone. Sofia's eyes widened at his words, a sharp inhale escaping her lips. Her mind spun with anticipation, the air thick with electric tension as she awaited the unveiling of his chosen retribution.

"How are you going to punish me tonight?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and desire, her teeth sinking into her plump lower lip, a gesture that only served to heighten the intensity between them.

"We will see, baby. You've been a

very bad girl, and I have something in store for you, something I know you'll enjoy Leonardo replied with a a smirk, his mind consumed by vivid fantasies of the impending

punishment he had planne

Taking

hold of Sofia, he spun her around, their bodies pressed close together, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music. His hand found its place on her slim waist, his chin resting atop her shoulder as they moved in

perfect synchrony.

Sofia's hands found their place around Leonardo's neck, her movements becoming increasingly sensual as she ground against him, her hips swaying to the seductive beat. Just as they began to revel in their private dance of desire, their bodies entwined in an intimate rhythm, a voice shattered the moment of blissful isolation.

"Can I dance with you?" the unexpected interruption intruded, breaking the spell they had woven.

Sofia's attention was abruptly drawn to Kat, who stood nearby, wearing a smirk that sent a pang of discomfort through her. In response, Sofia instinctively tightened her grip around Leonardo, seeking solace and reassurance in his presence. He, too enveloped her in his arms, placing a tender kiss atop her head. The warmth of his embrace began to ease Sofia's unease, her body gradually relaxing against his.

Leonardo attempted to ignore Kat's invitation, intending to shield Sofia from any further interaction. Yet, before he could turn away, Kat seized his forearm, her voice laced with persistence.

"Come on, Leonardo. It's just one dance," she urged, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Sofia's soft expression contorted into a frown as she swiftly removed Kat's hands from her husband's arm.

"Can't you see he is already dancing with me?" she retorted on Leonardo's behalf, her protective instincts taking over.

"Oh, for God's sake, Sofia, stop being such an obsessed wife. It's just a dance, and he is my brother-in-law. There's no need for you to be so insecure," Kat dismissed with a nonchalant shrug, her words dripping with condescension.

Sofia looked up at Leonardo, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion that compelled him to focus solely on her. He deliberately avoided meeting Kat's gaze, choosing instead to direct his attention solely to his wife. "I don't dance with anyone except my wife," he asserted, his voice carrying an air of conviction.

A small smile began to replace the frown on Sofia's angelic face. Meanwhile, Kat, frustrated and unable to penetrate the bond between the couple, huffed in exasperation before turning on her heel and departing, leaving them alone.

"Are you hungry?" Leonardo inquired, seeking to shift the atmosphere and offer a distraction from the tension. Sofia responded with a soft hum, signaling her agreement.

"Alright, let's eat then. After dinner, we'll head back home," he suggested, his hand gently caressing her face.

Sofia nodded in agreement, her

thoughts aligning with his plan. They joined Leonardo's parents at the central dining table, engaging in light conversation over their meal. As the

evening drew to a close, Leonardo felt an undeniable urge to depart. They bid farewell to the guests and Leonardo's parents, leaving Domenico to oversee the remaining festivities on Leonardo's behalf.

Upon arriving home, Leonardo guided Sofia straight to their bedroom. He locked the door behind them, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he turned to face her. "So, baby girl, you've been a very naughty girl tonight, hmm? Are you ready for your punishment?" he

whispered into her ear, observing the rosy blush that crept up her cheeks.

Chapter 384 Evil Intentions

"What were you doing, Kat? Why would you deliberately upset your father?" Emma's voice dripped with annoyance as she forcibly pulled her daughter away from the proximity of Sofia and Carlo.

Frustration seethed within Emma, for she realized that Kat's impulsive actions could potentially jeopardize her carefully laid plans. The girl's foolishness threatened to undo everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

Ever since the harrowing incident involving Sofia's kidnapping, Carlo had begun to harbor doubts about Emma. She could sense the flicker of suspicion in his eyes, an unsettling shift in his trust. Emma was keenly aware that her husband no longer held her in the same regard as he once did.

"Mom, how could you expect me to put on a facade of congratulations and smiles when I despise her with such intensity?" Kat retorted angrily, her voice laced with a venomous disdain.

Emma's patience wore thin, her frustration boiling over. "You need to exercise restraint, you foolish girl. Consider the timing and the circumstances. It is Sofia's moment, and we must act accordingly. Otherwise, your father will cast us aside without hesitation. Can't you see that he has begun to show compassion for his long-neglected daughter?" Emma scolded, her tone filled with a desperate urgency.

Emma clenched her fists tightly, the hatred for Sofia burning fiercely within her heart. In her mind, Sofia had become a mirror image of her mother-a woman who had come between Carlo and Emma, causing immeasurable pain and suffering. Emma harbored a chilling resolve to repeat history, ensuring that Sofia would meet the same fate-suffering, anguish, and ultimately, death.

Emma couldn't bear to leave Sofia be, as the girl gradually secured her place in Carlo's affections and gained a stake in the Ricci Empire. It was an intolerable reality that Emma refused to accept. She knew she had to act swiftly and employ a cunning plan to ensure her own dominance and maintain control over the empire she had worked so ruthlessly to secure.

"Mom, if you hadn't convinced me to reject Leonardo's proposal, I would be standing beside him right now. I deeply regret my decision. Just look at him, Mom. Any woman would give anything to be by his side, and I was such a fool to let him slip away," Kat rambled incessantly, her eyes fixated on the charismatic mafia king, Leonardo Morelli.

Kat had been content with her refusal at the time, knowing that Leonardo wouldn't take their relationship seriously. But witnessing his changed demeanor around Sofia had sparked a longing within her, a desire to reclaim what she had let go.

A foolish thought, indeed. Emma sighed.

Emma followed Kat's gaze, her eyes landing on Leonardo. To her surprise, he was engaged in a conversation with Evelyn Anderson, his former girlfriend. A spark of intrigue ignited within Emma's mind. Perhaps Evelyn could prove to be a useful ally in her own plans. "Kat, hold on! I understand your desire to win Leonardo back, but darling, your father would be livid if he discovered you flirting with your sister's... well, half-sister's husband. We must exercise caution, even though I may not be particularly fond of Sofia. But we need a strategic plan to make her life a living hell once again," Emma whispered, a sly smirk forming on her lips. Kat nodded in comprehension, fully aware of the stakes involved.

"By the way, do you know Evelyn Anderson, Leonardo's ex-girlfriend?" Emma inquired, her curiosity piqued. Kat shook her head, signaling her lack of knowledge regarding Evelyn's existence.

"Then go and befriend her. She could prove to be invaluable in achieving our goal," Emma retorted, her gaze fixed on Evelyn Anderson. As far as Emma knew, the Anderson family was known for their cunning and deceitful nature, and she presumed Evelyn to possess those traits as well.

Evelyn had once shattered Leonardo's heart, and Emma found it amusingly surprising that she still harbored a desire for him. From Emma's vantage point, Evelyn's eyes burned with determination, a hunger to reclaim Leonardo. Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly, pondering what was wrong with these girls. Both Evelyn and her own daughter, Kat, had rejected the same man in the past, only to now yearn for his affection. These foolish girls couldn't seem to make up their minds about what they truly wanted in life, Emma mused with a cringe of contempt.

Unlike them, Emma had always known that Carlo belonged solely to her, as she had wrested him from the clutches of Sofia's mother. And now, she would reclaim him once more, solely for the sake of her daughter. Sofia had no place in Carlo's life, and Emma was determined to ensure he forgot about her existence.

Kat, initially confused, soon deciphered her mother's intentions. She slowly maneuvered her way towards Evelyn as Leonardo left her side, opting to join Sofia instead. Emma observed with a cunning smirk as Evelyn and Kat extended their hands, sealing a newfound alliance.

As the night grew late, Sofia and

Leonardo finally arrived home, their steps heavy with the weight of the evening's events. Sofia's mood remained cloaked in a somber shadow, her thoughts clouded by Kat and Evelyn's audacious flirtation with her husband. Yet, amidst the gloom, a flicker of relief danced within her. Leonardo had refused to engage with Kat, a stance that Sofia held steadfastly. Forgiveness for such a betrayal would be an insurmountable hurdle. Leonardo was her world, the one she loved beyond measure, and she knew she could never survive his

unfaithfulness.

Once inside their private sanctuary, Leonardo guided Sofia towards their bedroom. With a deliberate motion, he locked the door behind them, enclosing them in an intimate cocoon of seclusion. A simmering tension lingered in the air, palpable and enticing. Leonardo turned his gaze towards Sofia, his voice laden with a dark intensity. "So, baby girl, you've been a very naughty girl tonight, haven't you? Are you prepared for your punishment?" His words, delivered in a heavy and low timbre, resonated through the room, sending shivers down Sofia's spine, eliciting goosebumps that prickled across her skin.

Was he serious? Every time he punished her, a wave of irresistible desire crashed over her, pulling her further into the depths of their passionate connection. She had become addicted to his fervent lovemaking, yearning for the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. Her curiosity piqued, Sofia tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, a submissive nod accompanying her unspoken consent.

"I want to hear it, in words, baby girl," Leonardo demanded, his tone commanding and unwavering.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Sofia's parted lips as she responded, her voice laced with anticipation, "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"Good," Leonardo murmured, his voice a husky murmur as he outlined his desires. "I want you completely naked on my bed, facing the wall, waiting for me until I return." His words painted a vivid picture in Sofia's mind, igniting a fire within her. With a grace borne of obedience, she rose from the bed and heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening and closing behind Leonardo. Swiftly, she shed her dress, laying it aside with care. Positioned before the wall, she settled onto the bed, her back facing the room, her anticipation building with each passing second.

In a subtle dance of dominance, Leonardo reentered the room, his presence commanding attention. Gently, he spun Sofia around, guiding her forward until her chest pressed firmly against the cool expanse of the bed.

Leonardo began planting wet kisses

on Sofia's shoulder. She sucked in a

surprised breath and exhaled

sharply. He traced her spine with his

e'

knuckles, gently drifting over it, sending shivers down her body. His lips trailed down, causing goosebumps to erupt along the way, heading towards her intimate area. He caressed her buttocks and parted her thighs. She gasped aloud as he unexpectedly flipped her onto her back. She watched in awe as his eyes never left hers, and his tongue licked her moistness. She bit her lip to stifle a sharp cry as his skillful tongue created sensations that were almost unbearable. However, she desired even more. He groaned, his voice resonating through her core. He sucked her clitoris and thrust his finger inside her opening.

"Ah... Leonardo!!!" she couldn't help but moan his name.

"Yes, baby?" He looked up, still holding her thighs apart.

Confusion filled her eyes as she looked at him. Was this her punishment?

He understood and explained, "Babe, your punishment is about to begin. But before that, I need to prepare your body to handle what I'm going to give you."

His warning sent shivers down her spine.

 

Chapter 385 Forbidden Pleasure

Leonardo crawled up and hovered over her body, planting his lips on hers. Sofia tasted her cum on his tongue. He gently nibbled her lower lip, eliciting a moan, before releasing it with a pop. His lips trailed down her jawline, nipping and sucking, causing her to writhe in His mouth found its way to her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as it moved toward her bosom. He sucked one of her nipple into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth.

anticipation.

"Uh... God..." Sofia moaned.

He applied more pressure, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple, while his hand firmly grasped her other breast, kneading and rolling nipple between his fingers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to her breast. He bit down her nipple forcefully, causing her to moan and arch in pleasure.

"Oh... God... Leonardo."

His pleasurable actions continued, marking her nipple with a reddened hue. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast, intensifying her sensations. She had become wet and aching for him.

He licked his way down, never taking his eyes off her for a second. His mouth paused over her belly button.

"Oh... Ah..."

He blew lightly, teasing the soft skin before sucking on it. His wicked tongue swirled inside her navel, igniting a multitude of sensations and increasing her arousal.

Lost in pleasure, she writhed and thrashed on the bed. Then she felt his warm breath between her thighs once again. He blew his breath over her aching hole before thrusting his tongue inside.

The lower part of Sofia's belly tightened and clenched hard, causing her to moan his name. Leonardo pressed his thumb against her, drawing circles, and she exploded in his mouth as her climax took her to heaven for a few seconds. She quickly regained consciousness when his hand moved up between her legs, running through her cleft, and continued its indecent path, shockingly slipping between her cheeks.

She jerked at his dirty touch. He placed his hand flat on her belly and said, "Relax, baby."

Was he serious? How could she relax when he was touching her forbidden hole?

He watched his wife intently and said, "Today, I am going to claim this virgin hole of yours. But before we proceed, I want to remind you that we have set some rules. If you don't want me to continue, you can say your safe word, and I will stop. Tell me, love, what is your safe word?" He wanted assurance.

"Red," she whispered. "Good girl," he smiled, paused for a few seconds, and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable or scared. I want you to feel relaxed and free from any restraints. Okay?" He finished stating his condition, leaving her speechless.

Although she knew her husband would never hurt her, she was still afraid to explore new territories. She pressed her lips together before voicing her fear. "What if it hurts more than anything, and I can't bear it?"

He nodded in understanding and said, "It may hurt in the beginning, but only for a few seconds. After that, I will turn it into pleasure, and you will forget about the pain. Remember, you have your safe word to stop our activities at any time."

While this was her punishment, he wasn't forcing it upon her. He made it clear that she had control over the entire act with just one word. If she didn't want to proceed, she could say the word, and he would stop. But did she have the courage to embark on this? She swallowed hard before saying, "I am ready."

"Yeah?" His voice was so low that it was barely audible. His hand ventured again, creeping closer to the new spot for them. He watched her carefully, looking more ready to retreat the moment a word came from her. But she pressed her lips together curiously. The fingers of his right hand drilled into her pussy, gathering up her arousal and slowly spreading it back to her crevice.

Her breath came out in stuttered gasps. His feather-light touch was unfamiliar, naughty, and corrupt. But she... kind of liked it.

His left hand abandoned her so he could palm his straining cock through his pants for a moment, and then he scooped up the item he had set on the nightstand when he came out of the bathroom.

It was a small clear bottle with a blue top. Fire blasted up her leg in anticipation.

The cap on the lube was flipped open. He tipped the bottle over, poured a small amount into his palm, closed the lid with a sharp click, and dropped the bottle onto the bed beside her. He moved, rubbing his hands together until his fingers glistened. All the while, the intense connection of their gaze never wavered.

The way he looked at her was consuming. He was powerful, sexual, and commanding. She licked her dry lips and drew in a deep breath to steady herself.

He didn't waste any time. His

fingertips started at the small of her back and inched down. His left palm cupped her ass cheek and peeled her open while the coated finger of his right hand slid down, spreading the lube around. The sensation was unexpected. In fact, it was stunning how it felt. He swirled over the taboo spot; each circle he drew was tighter than the last one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance. That... did not feel as good, it just felt weird, and Sofia hesitated, tensing her shoulders.

Leonardo sighed before speaking, "Trust me, love. I am not going to do anything you don't want me to, and I promise I will not hurt you."

She believed him. Her shoulders relaxed, giving him a signal to try again. This time she remained still as his finger prodded, moving over her slippery skin until it was right there.

She fisted the sheet as he pressed against the ring of muscles and slowly passed through them.

She gasped at the sensation and clenched her jaw. It wasn't exactly comfortable. He had said there would be pleasure, but she wasn't feeling it yet. He had not gone far with the intrusion, but it was enough to stretch her and make her question if they should keep going.

"Try to relax, love," he whispered. That was easy for him to say, but it only made her focus harder on what he was doing, and it was rapidly approaching unpleasant territory.

"Squeeze down on me," he commanded. Her eyes went wide.

"As tight as you can go," he said, "Then relax." She swallowed a lump in her throat but tried to do as she was told. She clenched and released her muscles. He eased his finger deeper.

"There," he sounded pleased, "That's the feeling you want." His left hand curled up against her ass cheeks and dipped towards her pussy, cupping and teasing her while his sinful finger gained more ground in her back hole.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, because

it felt wrong but also so oddly good. The filthy, nasty way her husband touched her turned her on. His

fingers playing with her clit made her vision blur. Shit, she tried to find the same sensation as before, pressing her back against his finger, but both his hands began to move faster as control slipped from her. He was in charge. He was playing with her, using her precisely how he wanted, pleasuring her with a finger inside her back hole and his hand cupping her pussy, working her over into a frenzy. She was practically humping the bed, rocking her hips back and forth to get the contact she desired. It was so incredibly erotic. She moaned as he pushed deeper, sliding a little further with each pass.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

OUT

Strange, good, and different. Words jumbled in her brain. She couldn't speak as she squirmed under his control. She clawed at the sheets, gripping and releasing, struggling find something else, but it was mindless. She was so close to orgasm. She needed it to come and was frantic to get there. But he slowed her down considerably when a second finger worked to join the first. It took her body time to grow used to it, and then she was right back on the edge.

"I am going to..." she warned him, moaning.

This time when he withdrew his fingers, she lifted her head and groaned her frustration loudly, more than a little annoyed. He had denied her so many times already. Was that on purpose? Was he trying to bring out the selfish side of her? "Where are you going?" she demanded when she felt him shift. But he didn't answer and left her on the bed squirming and craving him.

Chapter 386 All Possible Places

He left her on the bed and stormed into the bathroom, not answering her. She heard the faucet run, followed by the sound of soap being pumped from a dispenser. He reappeared in the doorway moments later. He stalked back to the side of the bed in a demanding posture, and his urgent movements told her he would not stop. She lifted herself on her elbow to watch his next move.

He picked up a strip of condoms and tore open one package. Oh, God. When had he done all the preparation?

The air in the room thickened, and she felt lightheaded. She was anxious yet excited to try something new with her husband, the love of her life. She was ready to discover new aspects of their relationship. He made her feel bold and brave enough to try forbidden things. He climbed onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. He straddled the back of her thighs. He unbuckled his belt and left it hanging on his waist. Popping out the button, he dragged the zipper down and pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts. He put the condom on. She liked him being caring. He thought about her pleasure and safety first.

His still-damp hands caressed the length of her spine, sending tiny bursts of fireworks across her skin as he pressed his thumb to trace the path. She arched into his touch, breathing heavily.

He was fully dressed while she was completely naked. Yet his body heat passed into her, making her crave him even more.

His tie tickled her when he leaned over, and putting his chest against her back, he tangled a hand in her hair to turn her face into a kiss.

"Stop me," he uttered.

It was not a challenge, but he wanted to make sure she was okay with going further.

She sipped air through her lips and said, "Punish me, hubby, for being a bad girl."

His hard cock rested against the split of her ass cheeks, and he subtly moved his hips, sliding his hard length back and forth in the crevice. She shivered and bucked her hip.

"Fuck," he said, "I might just come from the idea of it. You are the most erotic sight I have ever seen. You have no idea how much I want to explore your sinfully sexy body. You drive me insane and make me do anything for you." His voice was more seductive, full of desire and the need he had also aroused in her.

His dirty talk made her wetter and more turned on. She was ready for him.

He fumbled with one hand on the bed beside them, fishing for the bottle of lube. He sat back on his heels as cold, thick liquid dripped where they needed it, oozing down in an enjoyable slide.

She moaned, closing her eyes. He made her wild and hot with just his touch.

"Just relax, okay?" he warned again, spreading the slippery gel in the groove and poking his finger to lubricate her back hole.

"Ummn..!" she moaned.

"Did it hurt?" he asked cautiously.

She shook her head.

"I want to hear your words, baby girl," he warned.

"No," she breathed out.

"Good! I will make it more pleasurable. Just relax," he commanded.

She trusted him. She believed that he would never hurt her. He inserted his finger further into that forbidden back hole, making it wetter for easier access. He poured some more lube when he thought she wasn't wet enough. He was very careful and patient. "Perfect! Now you're ready to take me inside you," he said as he playfully slapped her ass cheeks, making her yelp in surprise.

"You like that," he said, squeezing her ass and rubbing the burn from the former slap, then spanking her again. She could feel the smirk in his voice.

He kneaded her round ass.

"You're so beautiful and sexy. Ah...! I can't help but want to claim you as mine in every way," he groaned possessively.

He leaned forward, resting his left hand right beside her elbow, and his clothes brushed against her back. She imagined what they looked like Every muscle in her tightened with anticipation as she felt the tip of his dick gliding back and forth over her asshole, teasing what was about to happen. She scrunched her eyes closed, mentally preparing herself. God! He was thick. Her breath hitched. She fisted the sheet below

her tight.

"Relax," he breathed and dropped a line of soft kisses on the curve of her shoulder, trailing up her neck. He pressed her dick against her back hole, increasing the pressure as he tried to enter, and then abruptly entered. "Oh!" she gasped.

The burning sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but she blew out a long, slow breath, trying to steady herself.

He had stopped the moment she made a sound and held absolutely still.

"Slow," she moaned out.

He did exactly as she said. He slipped a fraction of an inch further along, moving very softly and gently. She wasn't in control of herself. She let her body take over as he eased deeper.

His impossibly slow tempo

continued, and a shifting sensation

began to overcome her, turning into pleasure. She relaxed, surrendering to his invasion, and in doing so, she caughta glimpse of the pleasure he had described. It was different, overpowering her senses. She wanted to forget everything and savor this moment of passionate intimacy.

It shouldn't have felt good, yet it did. He made sighs and groans of satisfaction, and she quivered in response. It was incredibly arousing.

"Fuck," he moaned, his lips landing on the nape of her neck, planting damp, ghosting kisses.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good, baby girl."

His right hand slid between her body and the sheet beneath her stomach, moving downward until his searching fingertips found her pussy. He rubbed her sensitive bud. "Ummn... Leonardo!" she moaned and gasped.

He plunged his thick finger into her tight cunt while continuing to move in and out of her back hole. She felt a sense of fullness at his every movement. He was working both her holes with a frenzied passion. With his thumb, he resumed rubbing her clit, taking her to the edge. He lodged deep within her while intensifying the speed of his rubbing her clit, generating more friction.

Her breath became faster and faster, making it hard for her to keep up. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she felt like she was going to fly apart.

He moved slowly, thrusting deep, while his finger flickered over her clit and continued to pump into her pussy. Her body shook as he sped up his thrusts in and out of both her holes. His fingers pressed deep into the skin of her hip as he leveraged himself into her. She felt a twisting sensation in her stomach, and a hot fire burned in her core.

She was on the verge of climax, but she worried it would be an entirely different level than she had experienced before.

"Fuck, baby girl! I need you to come, right now," he ordered.

And with his command, her climax hit her like a gunshot. A desperate cry burst from her lips as pleasure flooded her core. She came intensely.

"Yes," he murmured. "Yes, babe, you're so hot and sexy. I could never get enough of you." He groaned between thrusts.

Then the muscles in his chest went rigid, and she could feel every throb as he spurted his orgasm wave after wave. It was intense and overwhelming. She drifted into a hazy state in the aftermath.

Everything tingled with a numbing

sensation as he slowly withdrew, placing a tender kiss on the sensitive spot just below her ear before

getting off the bed. He made his way toward the bathroom, and when he

returned a few minutes later, he exuded warmth and stood there, completely naked. He pulled her into his embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly, and initiated a deep, slow, and passionate kiss.

"Are you okay, love?" he whispered, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah," she replied, her eyes closing as she rested her face against his chest. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head and took a deep breath, savoring her presence.

"Get some sleep, baby girl," she heard him say, his voice fading into the background as she was already drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

 

Chapter 387 Good News

Sofia had been feeling unwell for two weeks now, and her condition was progressively worsening. She had been ignoring her symptoms thus far, as she despised visiting hospitals and taking medicine. However, she knew she had to go for a checkup before it became too late. So, during the morning break between her classes, she made the decision to see a doctor. She had managed to secure an appointment and now found herself sitting in a doctor's clinic, waiting for her turn. When her name was called, she stood up and thanked the receptionist before making her way to the doctor's office.

Sofia knocked on the door and entered. The doctor, a brunette wearing a white coat with a stethoscope draped around her neck, greeted her.

"Are you Mrs. Sofia Morelli?" the doctor asked to confirm.

Sofia nodded in response.

"Please take a seat," the doctor gestured towards the chair opposite her.

Sofia settled into the chair, and the doctor began the conversation. "So, tell me what kind of trouble you've been experiencing."

"Doctor, lately I've been feeling unwell. I have moments where I suddenly feel nauseous, and my head starts spinning. I make sure never to skip meals or overexert myself, yet my condition continues to worsen," Sofia explained, describing her symptoms. The doctor nodded attentively, jotting down notes on paper. "Are you married?" she asked, glancing at Sofia's details on her computer screen.

"Yes," Sofia replied, momentarily wondering why it might be difficult to believe. Perhaps the doctor had seen her husband's name and was thinking about how fortunate Sofia was to marry such a handsome man. She stifled a giggle in her mind. "And are you sexually active?" the doctor inquired, her gaze fixed on Sofia.

Sofia rolled her eyes and screamed internally. What a peculiar question! Of course, a married couple would be sexually active. But she replied affirmatively nonetheless.

"All right, Mrs. Morelli, we will run some tests on you, and you will receive the report tomorrow morning. Then come and meet me again with the reports," the doctor stated.

"Okay, doctor, thank you," Sofia said and left the room.

Sofia made her way to the laboratory where she provided the samples for the tests prescribed by her doctor. Afterward, she hurried to school to resume her classes. Luckily, she managed to arrive on time for her next class, where Rena and Enzo had saved a seat for her. "Where were you, Sofia?" Rena asked.

"I went to see a doctor. I haven't been feeling well lately, and my symptoms have been getting worse day by day. So I thought it would be best to see the doctor promptly," Sofia explained with a shrug. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have come with you to the clinic," Rena suggested.

"Oh no, that wasn't necessary. Otherwise, I would have asked you. By the way, I need your help in selecting a gift for Leonardo," Sofia said, feeling a slight blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Oh, really? What's the occasion?" Rena inquired.

"His birthday is coming up next month," Sofia informed her, grinning.

"Wow! So it's going to be a big celebration," Rena chirped.

"Definitely! There will be a grand celebration. But I want to plan a surprise for him. It's the first time I want to do something special for him. He has always surprised me. This time, I want to make his birthday extraordinary," Sofia shared her plan.

"Aww, that's very sweet and kind of cute," Rena commented, placing a hand on her cheek and gazing at Sofia with adoration.

Sofia laughed and continued, "That's why I wanted to start shopping today, and I want both you and Enzo to help me with this," she requested.

Of course, babe! We're always here for you," Rena offered, a warm smile lighting up her face. They both giggled but had to stifle their laughter when the teacher entered the classroom. Once school was finally over, Rena and Enzo accompanied Sofia to the bustling shopping mall.

They scoured through numerous shops, hoping to find something special for Leonardo. However, Sofia was at a loss. He seemed to have everything he needed, and she couldn't think of a unique and novel birthday present for him. That's when it dawned on her-they didn't have any wedding pictures or photographs of their precious moments together displayed in their home.

A surge of excitement coursed through Sofia as the idea took hold. She could create collages using their wedding pictures and capture more of their romantic moments in secret, allowing her to immortalize them in beautiful frames. With an entire month at her disposal, the possibilities were endless.

"Yes, that's it!" Sofia exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with determination. She shared her idea with her friends, and together they decided to visit some photo shops to select frames and reserve them for Leonardo's birthday surprise.

As they returned from the shopping mall, Sofia felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. It felt as if she had been away from home for an entire day, even though only a few hours had passed since they set out. Recognizing the toll the outing had taken on her, Sofia concluded that it was necessary to see a doctor.

She had been anxiously awaiting the results, scheduled to arrive tomorrow, so that she could begin any necessary treatment. Sofia silently prayed in her heart, hoping that the test results wouldn't reveal anything serious-just a minor nutritional deficiency or low energy levels. Determined to take better care of herself, she resolved to eat more and avoid skipping meals, a habit she had developed during her intense study sessions.

As the evening unfolded, Leonardo

ve

arrived promptly, defying Sofia's expectations. His punctuality surprised her, as she had chosen not to divulge the situation until the test results were known. Deep down, she wanted to shield him from unnecessary worry, fully aware of the myriad concerns already weighing on his mind. But at that moment, as he wrapped his arms around her with a protective strength, Sofia's fears and doubts dissipated, granting her a blissful, undisturbed slumber.

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With the arrival of the next morning, time seemed to drag on at an excruciatingly sluggish pace. Sofia anxiously awaited the crucial call from the laboratory, her heart pounding in her chest. Each passing minute seemed to magnify her. unease, while Leonardo's inquisitive nature only heightened her struggle to conceal her inner turmoil. He persistently questioned her throughout the morning, genuinely concerned about her well-being. Despite her discomfort with deception, Sofia felt compelled to reassure him, forcing a calmness into her voice as she uttered, "It's nothing, Leonardo. I'm alright."

As the day progressed, Sofia found herself at school, the first class passing uneventfully. Accompanied by Rena and Enzo, she made her way toward the library, seeking solace in the embrace of knowledge. Just as they were about to step through the library doors, the familiar sound of her phone's ringtone pierced the air. Sofia hastily retrieved her phone from her bag, her gaze fixated on the unknown number flashing on the screen, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her

veins.

Bracing herself, Sofia answered the call, her voice steady but laced with an underlying apprehension. "Sofia Morelli?" she confirmed.

"Yes, speaking," Sofia responded, her heart quickening its rhythm within her chest. A surge of emotions surged through her as the voice on the other end of the line introduced themselves as a representative from the laboratory. She held her breath, silently praying for a positive outcome.

"Yes, you can tell me over the phone," she requested, her voice betraying her urgency.

"Ma'am, you are six weeks pregnant," the voice declared, the weight of those words crashing over Sofia like a tidal wave.

What? Was she really pregnant?

It took a few seconds for her mind to process the magnitude of the revelation, her emotions teetering on the precipice of shock and disbelief.

 

Chapter 388 He Doesn't Love Me

Sofia was filled with immense joy. She couldn't contain her excitement any longer and wanted to share the news of her pregnancy with Leonardo. It was a moment she had been eagerly waiting for. Without wasting a second, she headed straight to his office, determined to surprise him. However, Leonardo's secretary attempted to intervene.

"Ma'am, Mr. Morelli is currently busy. Please wait for some time. Let me inform him about your presence," Leonardo's secretary said, trying to delay Sofia.

"No, no. Please don't inform him. I want to surprise him. I have news that simply can't wait any longer," Sofia replied, her grin revealing her anticipation. She darted past the secretary and made her way directly to Leonardo's office. Sofia was Leonardo's wife, and she knew that this news couldn't be kept a secret any longer. She was confident that he would be just as overjoyed as she was. Gripping the doorknob, she was about to twist it open when she unexpectedly overheard a conversation from inside the office.

"I'm sure you're aware of Sofia's mother and her reputation. You already know why Carlo detested his wife," Sofia heard Leonardo's father say. Her heart sank as she listened to their discussion, standing there frozen with confusion.

"Dad, there's no need to remind me of that," Leonardo responded with frustration evident in his voice, which seeped through the slightly open door.

After a long silence, Sofia strained to hear Leonardo's father speak again. "Leonardo, remember that this marriage was contracted for only three years," he said, reminding Leonardo of their agreement. Sofia was left dumbfounded, trying to make sense of their conversation.

"I'm well aware of that, Dad," Leonardo replied in a bored tone, his voice reaching Sofia's ears. She couldn't comprehend why she was listening to this unsettling exchange.

"You don't have to pretend to be in love with Sofia," Leonardo's father stated matter-of-factly, causing Sofia's heart to plummet to the pit of her stomach. He had been pretending, putting on an act of care and possessiveness, but love was absent. Sofia's hand instinctively moved to touch her stomach, feeling a mixture of emotions.

"I'm not pretending anything, Dad," Leonardo's cold and stern voice resonated, further piercing Sofia's thoughts. It forced her to question the true intentions behind his sweet gestures. He wasn't pretending, and he didn't love her. The realization left Sofia bewildered, prompting her to continue listening attentively to their conversation.

"Then why haven't you obtained her signature on the power of attorney for the Ricci Empire?" his father shouted at him, revealing their ulterior motives.

Now Sofia realized they wanted control of the Ricci Empire.

"How many times do we have to discuss this, Dad? I'm tired of it," Leonardo calmly responded, his voice unexpectedly composed.

Sofia stood there in shock, her heart pounding in her chest, as she processed Leonardo's words. He didn't deny it; he wanted her empire too. The realization suffocated her as if the very air around her had turned thin and oppressive. She needed to escape this place, to get away from Leonardo and his hurtful assumptions about her mother and herself. How could he, too, believe those false rumors?

The tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached with the revelation that Leonardo never truly loved her. All his sweet gestures and apparent caring were merely a facade to gain her trust so she would sign those papers. He was after her empire, not her heart.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she broke down in tears and hastily left his office. As she walked away, the pain in her heart intensified, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt lost, with no one to turn to or trust. Everyone around her seemed driven by greed and selfishness, caring only for money and power, and not for love or feelings.

Fear gripped her as she thought about her unborn child. What if Leonardo didn't want the baby? She couldn't bear the thought of her child growing up in a loveless environment, just like she had. Determination surged within her - she would protect her baby at all costs. Realizing that she needed help to escape from Leonardo's watchful eye, she thought of Rena. With trembling hands, she dialed Rena's number. Rena answered immediately.

"Sofia, where are you? What did the doctor say? Are you okay?" Rena asked with genuine worry.

"Rena, I need your help. I cannot trust anybody here. I want to escape. I want to run so far away from here that nobody can reach me," Sofia pleaded, her voice quivering with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Sofia, calm down and tell me in detail," Rena spoke soothingly over the phone, trying to provide comfort despite the distance.

"Leonardo doesn't love me. He's only interested in my Empire. I'm pregnant, Rena. I can't bear to stay here with these selfish people who only covet my property and wealth," Sofia poured her heart out, the weight of her situation evident in her words. "Okay... okay... take a deep breath and tell me where you are. Enzo and I are coming for you," Rena assured her, her mind already strategizing to help her friend.

Sofia took a moment to compose herself, wiping her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her palm. "I am at Morelli Enterprises, and my bodyguards are standing outside the building. I need to leave without anyone noticing. If Leonardo finds out about my plan to escape, he'll stop me. He's so powerful, and I can't fight him. That's why I need your help to get me out of this place," she implored, knowing Rena was her only hope.

Sofia anxiously waited for Rena and Enzo to arrive, every passing second feeling like an eternity. Finally, her phone rang, and it was Rena calling.

"Where are you, Sofia? We are here for you. Come to the lobby. We have a plan. We will get you out of this place and take you to a safe location," Rena informed her with determination in her voice.

Feeling a glimmer of hope, Sofia stealthily made her way toward the lobby, doing her best to avoid drawing any attention. There, amidst the crowd, she spotted Rena and Enzo.

They rushed towards Sofia the moment they saw her, surrounding her protectively as they guided her toward the restroom. Rena embraced Sofia, concern etched across her face. "What's wrong, Sofia? Why were you crying over the phone? Please, tell me," she implored.

Sofia took a deep breath and began

recounting everything about the conversation she had overheard between Leonardo and his father. Rena let out a heavy sigh. "We never

thought about this side ou do.

He seemed so in love with you, always caring. But looks can be deceptive, and now it's proven. Don't worry, Sofia, we're here for you. Quickly change into these clothes," Rena said, handing Sofia a packet, the confusion evident in her eyes.

"You need to wear a housekeeping uniform for the office staff and this large cap to hide your face. We'll help you get out safely," Enzo explained. Sofia noticed that both Rena and Enzo were also clad in housekeeping uniforms. She wasted no time and changed into the provided attire. Carefully and stealthily, they navigated their way toward the exit, Sofia's heart pounding loudly in her chest as they passed by the watchful bodyguards. Whenever a bodyguard glanced their way, Enzo and Rena skillfully shielded Sofia to avoid any suspicion. Once they reached a waiting van and settled inside, Enzo asked Sofia, "Do you have any particular place in mind where you want to go?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she responded, "No, I don't have any specific place. I just want to go far away from here... to anywhere."

"We have a safe hiding place, babe. If you want, we can take you there," Rena offered.

"I am so thankful to both of you. That would be great. I just need to escape, and I can't thank you enough for helping me without any conditions," Sofia said, her voice weighed down by the emotional turmoil she had experienced.

Enzo and Rena exchanged a

knowing look a silent understanding

passing between them that Sofia couldn't fully grasp. Closing her eyes, Sofia made a silent vow that this time, she would break free from the shackles of her miserable life. All she yearned for now was freedom from pain and suffering.

Chapter 389 Everyone Knows

Leonardo couldn't understand why his father had chosen today to visit his office and bring up Sofia and her mother. What was he trying to tell Leonardo? The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Alessandro, his father, began to speak. "I'm sure you're aware of Sofia's mother and her questionable character. You already know why Carlo grew disgusted with his wife," Alessandro said, his voice laden with implications.

"Dad, there's no need to remind me of that," Leonardo replied, growing increasingly frustrated. What was his father trying to prove? Leonardo didn't want to hear anything negative about Sofia.

After a prolonged silence, Alessandro spoke again. "Leonardo, remember that you're bound to this marriage contract for three years."

"I'm well aware of that, Dad," Leonardo responded in a bored tone. If only Alessandro knew what Leonardo truly had in mind for this three-year arrangement. He wanted it to last indefinitely.

"Then you understand that you don't have to pretend to be in love with Sofia," Alessandro stated, oblivious to Leonardo's genuine feelings for her.

"I'm not pretending anything, Dad," Leonardo asserted firmly. In truth, he had developed genuine affection for Sofia.

"Then why haven't you obtained her signature on the power of attorney for the Ricci Empire?" Alessandro raised his voice.

"How many times do we have to discuss this, Dad? I'm tired of it," Leonardo sighed in exasperation.

"No, Leonardo, I'm tired of you. You're behaving like a disobedient son. I taught you better. You're allowing your personal life to interfere with our business. Have you forgotten how we rose to this position where no one can touch us? It seems I will lose all my power and influence because of your emotional foolishness," Alessandro seethed through clenched teeth.

"If you can't convince her to sign the papers, I will do it myself. Just wait and watch," Alessandro added, pushing Leonardo to the point of losing control. He couldn't bear the idea of Sofia facing his father's wrath, so he looked straight into Alessandro's eyes, determination in his gaze.

"What do you want to prove, Dad? Why are you bringing up all these things? Can't you see that I am genuinely happy in this marriage? I've found happiness with Sofia. Do you want me to revert to the old Leonardo, the sad, heartless, and ruthless man who never knew how to smile or live for himself?" Leonardo expressed his disgust and frustration.

He couldn't fathom how a father could be so selfish, unable to see his own son finding joy and love with the woman who meant everything to him. Sofia was more than just a partner; she was the center of his world.

"And let me make one thing clear: I will never leave Sofia. I intend to marry her for real, and my love for her is beyond anything in my life. I love her more than life itself. So don't even think about taking her away from me," Leonardo firmly warned his father. He knew that, despite being his father, he had every right to fight for his love. He wasn't going to back down, no matter the obstacles in his path.

To his surprise, a smile appeared on Alessandro's face, leaving Leonardo dumbfounded. His father had never smiled at him like that before.

"This is exactly what I wanted to hear from you, Leonardo. I wanted you to acknowledge that you truly want her in your life. Despite the rumors surrounding Sofia, I know her personally. She is nothing like that. She has a pure soul, just like her mother. Her mother, Lucia, too, was a victim of conspiracy and defamation. Carlo was young and deeply in love with Emma, and he couldn't see beyond the rumors or listen to reason and Lucia had to suffer. Similarly, Sofia is a helpless, innocent girl with a difficult past. Promise me that you will never make her sad in her life. I want you to take care of her forever," Alessandro explained, revealing a softer side that Leonardo had rarely seen.

Confused, Leonardo managed to mumble, "But... but a few moments ago, you..."

Alessandro interrupted him with a reassuring gesture, "Yes, I was provoking you. As everyone knows about it how you feel for your wife, I could also see your love for her in your eyes, but you were not ready to admit it. I wanted you to face and accept your feelings. You kept pretending as if she had no effect on you."

He patted Leonardo on the shoulder, continuing, "However, I still want her to sign the power of attorney because I can't allow anyone to jeopardize my business. I've worked tirelessly throughout my life to reach this position, and being the Supremo Mafia king is a result of my hard work. I want to ensure the safety and stability of our empire."

As it turned out, Alessandro was not as bad as Leonardo had always assumed him to be.

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"Dad, please, leave her alone and her Ricci Empire. She has suffered all her life, and now, finally, she has something she deserves. We have no right to take ownership of her Empire. Krequest you to forget about it. I promise you that I will work even harder than before and never disappoint you," Leonardo pleaded with surprising calmness, It was the first time he had ever spoken up like this in front of his father, a stark contrast to his usual reserved demeanor. Clearly, Sofia had brought about some positive changes in him.

Alessandro sighed, contemplating his son's words. "Alright, son, we can work on that."

After Alessandro left, Leonardo couldn't stop thinking about the conversation. He realized that he needed to confess his love to Sofia before it was too late. He had planned to do so and even prepared a proposal for her. Leonardo had entrusted Domenico with making all the arrangements for this special evening. He decided to call

Domenico to check on the progress.

"Hey, Domenico, I hope everything is set. Tonight, I'm going to surprise Sofia, and I can't wait another day," Leonardo asked impatiently.

"Yes, Boss!!! All the arrangements are made just as you wanted. Everything is according to your instructions. All the best for tonight," Domenico replied, his voice filled with a hint of excitement.

Leonardo then called Sofia to inform

her to get ready for the evening. He planned to send Mark to pick her up and bring her to the venue. However, no matter how many times he tried calling her, her phone remained switched off. This puzzled him, and he grew concerned about her whereabouts. He called Sofia's bodyguard.

"Where is Sofia?" Leonardo asked Sofia's bodyguard abruptly.

The bodyguard remained silent for a moment before responding, "Boss, madam has gone to see you at your office, and we are waiting outside the building for her."

What? Seeing him at his office? Leonardo's mind raced, and without wasting a moment, he quickly darted out of his office toward his secretary's desk.

Leonardo's voice turned threatening as he interrogated his secretary about Sofia's visit.

"Did Sofia come here to meet me?" he demanded, his tone tense and forceful.

"Y... Yes, sir. She came here, and I wanted to inform you, but she stopped me and went straight to your office. She left after a few minutes. I thought she had met you before leaving," the secretary stammered, her voice shaking with nervousness. His mind raced with confusion and worry. Why would Sofia come to his office and leave without seeing him? What was happening? He felt clueless, unable to understand her actions.

His heart sank as a terrible thought crossed his mind. Did she overhear the conversation between Alessandro and himself? If she did, how much did she hear? He closed his eyes, attempting to control his heavy breathing and the anxiety flooding his chest.

A wave of panic washed over him. What if she misunderstood everything? The fear of losing her gripped his heart, and he couldn't bear the thought. Losing her was not an option; she was his entire world. The mere possibility of such an outcome felt like his entire life was crumbling around him.

Without wasting a moment, he picked up his phone and dialed Mark's number, wanting to locate Sofia immediately.

"Mark, find and locate Sofia right now," he roared into the phone, urgency and frustration lacing his voice.

"Boss... what happened... I mean, we can track her immediately with the help of the tracker in her ring," Mark responded hesitantly, sensing the gravity of the situation.

"Then do it right now, damn it," Leonardo shouted in irritation, his impatience growing with every passing second.

He couldn't fathom that Sofia had left him. The thought infuriated him, and he felt like he would burn the entire world down if it meant finding her again.

"I will find you, Sofia Leonardo Morelli," he vowed to himself, his determination to bring her back evident in his words. "Once I locate you, I'll never let you go. You'll be locked inside my house forever."

Chapter 390 Love Confession

The van barreled down the road, its destination unknown to Sofia. She had been thrust into this situation without any clue of where they were taking her. Rena had promised to deliver her to a place that Leonardo couldn't reach, but Sofia couldn't help but doubt it. In the short time she had spent with him, she had witnessed the extent of his capabilities.

"Oh no, they're chasing us," Enzo suddenly exclaimed, breaking the tense silence.

"Who is chasing us?" Sofia asked, her confusion evident as she strained to catch a glimpse of their pursuers through the windows.

Enzo didn't respond to her inquiry but instead cast a horrified glance at Rena, his expression filled with dread.

"Faster!" Rena instructed the driver urgently. Then, turning to Sofia, she asked in an unexpectedly harsh tone, "Do you have any tracker on you?"

Sofia, taken aback by Rena's abruptness, replied, "No, I don't have anything like that." She realized that they had made her abandon her phone earlier on the road, leaving her disconnected from the outside world.

"Who is following us?" Sofia questioned once more, trying to make sense of the unfolding situation.

"Your husband, Sofia," Rena yelled, shocking Sofia with her response. "I don't understand how they tracked our location and caught up to us so quickly," Rena muttered, more to herself than to Sofia.

"But why are you shouting at me, Rena?" Sofia asked, her annoyance starting to seep into her tone. Rena didn't reply but scowled in frustration.

Sofia glanced back and noticed several cars tailing them, confirming Rena's claims.

"What do we do now?" Sofia anxiously inquired, hoping for answers from her companions.

They remained silent, their attention focused on their phones as they rapidly tapped away. Enzo placed a call, seeking assistance from someone.

"They're still behind us. Yes, we need help," Enzo spoke into the phone urgently, his voice tinged with desperation. Sofia's suspicion grew. They were withholding information from her, and she hadn't anticipated this veil of secrecy. "Who are you asking for help?" Sofia probed, her persistence increasing.

"It's nothing, Sofia. We have contacts who are aiding us in your escape from Leonardo's clutches," Enzo replied nonchalantly as if it were a trivial matter.

"And who are these contacts?" Sofia pressed further, recognizing that if they were capable of opposing Leonardo, they must possess comparable power and wealth.

"You will find out very soon. Don't worry. We have got help," Enzo assured Sofia, his tone relatively polite.

Rena's anger reverberated through the vehicle, her screams filling the air. "Why the hell are they chasing us? God! You fucking idiot, drive faster!"

Sofia was taken aback; she had never seen Rena like this before. Normally calm and polite, this new side of Rena shocked her to the core.

"Relax, Rena. We will think of something," Sofia tried to soothe her friend, but Rena seemed too agitated to pay attention.

Looking outside, Sofia noticed they were heading towards the hillside. Confusion furrowed her brow. "Guys, why are we going towards the hill? How will we escape from there? We need to leave this town as soon as possible."

Sofia couldn't fathom their plan; going towards the hillside seemed foolish and would leave them with no escape route.

"We cannot leave this town, Sofia. Your husband is behind us, and he will not let us leave so easily. Do you trust us?" Enzo asked in a soft, reassuring voice.

Sofia found herself at a loss for words, unsure about whom to trust in this chaotic situation. The sudden shift in her friends' behavior left her feeling awkward and uncertain.

In an attempt to reassure her, Enzo gently held Sofia's hand and gave it a slight squeeze. "Sofia, we are your friends as well as your well-wishers. Remember, you asked us for help. Don't worry. We will aid you in escaping from your cheater husband," he said, trying to justify their actions.

Feeling conflicted, Sofia pulled her hand back and gazed outside, lost in thoughts about whom to place her trust in. The stakes were high, and she knew she had to make a crucial decision that could change her life forever.

A car appeared out of nowhere, swerving suddenly in front of them. The driver slammed on the brakes, causing everyone to jerk forward. Sofia instinctively clutched her stomach, fearing for the safety of her unborn baby. "Shit!" Rena and Enzo cursed in unison.

"Is help coming?" Rena asked Enzo, who quickly checked his phone and nodded.

"We need to run, Sofia," Rena urged, and both Rena and Enzo covered their faces with masks, preparing to leave the car.

Without hesitation, they opened the doors and stepped out, immediately breaking into a sprint in opposite directions.

"Sofia!" Her name echoed through the valley. She turned to see Leonardo running towards her with his men.

"No! Don't come near!" she screamed, holding up her hand to stop him.

Leonardo halted and motioned to his men to stay back. "Listen to me, Sofia," he pleaded.

"I don't want to listen to anything. Just go away. Leave me alone," she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why are you trying to escape from me? Sofia, what happened? Talk to me," Leonardo implored, but she wouldn't fall for his act this time. She refused to be fooled by his fake concern.

"No, Leonardo, you can't deceive me this time. I've heard everything," Sofia shouted, taking cautious steps backward.

"Sofia, you misunderstood. Please give me one chance to explain, baby girl," his eyes pleaded with sincerity. Her traitorous heart wanted to believe him again, but this time, she had to think with her brain.

"No, Leonardo. I know you're skilled at manipulating everyone. You made me believe you cared for me, but you don't, and I know it," she yelled as she continued to walk backward.

He began to run towards her again.

"No. Stop. I said, don't come near me," she cried once more, and he halted in his tracks.

"Okay, okay. Please stop crying," he said, his voice filled with pain.

Leonardo reached out his hand towards Sofia when he noticed she was still walking backward.

"Please, Sofia, stop and listen to me. Baby, give me a chance to explain. Don't do this," he pleaded, his eyes filled with raw emotion that caused her heart to twist 180 degrees. She stood there, just a step away from believing him once again, tempted to run into his arms. She shook her head. No, she couldn't be weak this time. She couldn't afford to look at his face, into his eyes. Determined, she turned on her heel and started running toward Rena and Enzo.

"Sofia!" he shouted after her.

"I... Love... You!" Leonardo's voice echoed through the valley, making her turn towards him in disbelief.

Tears glistened in his eyes. Was he crying?

"I love you, Sofia. I. Love. You. So. Much. Please don't leave me. I won't survive without you," he bellowed, confessing his feelings with fervor.

Oh God, she had always yearned to hear those words. And gazing into his eyes, she knew he wasn't lying. His tearful eyes conveyed the depth of his love, matching her own.

She covered her mouth, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming emotion. When she opened them again, she saw him shaking his head.

"Please! Don't go away. I can't live without you. I've wanted to confess this for so long. I truly love you, baby girl. More than anything in this world. More than my life. Just come back to me. I will do anything and everything you want. Just come back. Don't leave me, please!" he implored, his lips pressed together, holding back tears threatening to fall.

The intensity of the moment enveloped them, the air filled with unspoken emotions. The gravity of his words pulled at her heart, and she felt torn between her desire to believe him and the fear of getting hurt again.

As she stared at him, Sofia could see the love and vulnerability in his eyes. It was a risk, but she couldn't deny the connection they had shared. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she weighed her decision. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice trembling with emotion, "Prove it, Leonardo. Show me that you mean it. Show me you'll fight for us. I need more than just words."

He nodded, determination evident on his face. "I will, Sofia. I'll do whatever it takes to win your trust back and make things right. Just give me that chance."

He loved her.

He truly loved her.

Sofia was overwhelmed with happiness upon hearing those words. But as she gazed into his eyes, tears welled up in hers. She had misunderstood him so gravely. He had always loved her deeply, and she had been blind to it. He hadn't lied. His love for her was genuine. Otherwise, the most powerful mafia king would never have stooped to his knees, shedding tearsand begging before her-before his own men. The entire world feared him, yet here he was, baring his heart to her, in front of the whole world. Only a man deeply in love could display such vulnerability. Sofia berated herself for her foolishness in failing to recognize his love.

She yearned to confess her love for him as well.

"I love..." Sofia began, but her voice was drowned out by the deafening sound of a helicopter. The gusts of wind whipped up dust, forcing them to shield their eyes.

Then, the unmistakable crack of a

gunshot rang out, and someone

forcefully seized Sofia. She

struggled, flailing her arms and legs, desperately attempting to break free from their grasp. But they carried her towards the waiting chopper tossing her inside. Rena and Enzo swiftly positioned themselves on

either side, blocking her escape, as the helicopter took off.

Sofia peered outside, her voice calling out Leonardo's name lost amidst the roar of the chopper's engines. She shouted, her eyes pleading for him to hear her.

"Where are you taking me?" Sofia yelled, her gaze shifting between Rena and Enzo. Both of them wore sinister smiles, and Rena spoke with a cunning tone, "You are now under the custody of Don Adrik." "What? Who is this Don Adrik?" Sofia's brow furrowed in confusion.

"You'll find out soon enough," Enzo smirked at her in a chilling manner.

Oh, God! Please, help me. Sofia silently beseeched for divine intervention, Panic gripped her heart. What did Don Adrik want with her,, and more importantly, who was he? She had never heard of him before. In her heart, she prayed fervently, pleading with God to protect her and her baby. She had just discovered that Leonardo loved her, and now she had lost him so suddenly.

"She has a tracker," a man announced, running a scanner over Sofia.

"Her ring," he declared.

Sofia glanced at her hand, but before she could comprehend, Rena swiftly snatched the ring from her finger and flung it out into the vastness of the sea. She watched helplessly as it plummeted, disappearing beneath the waves.