The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Sofia was immersed in the preparations for the grand party, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Leonardo, the enigmatic figure who had captured her heart. Her nerves tingled with excitement as she sat in front of the ornate vanity mirror, surrounded by a team of skilled makeup artists sent by Leonardo’s mother, Anna. The artists worked their magic on Sofia’s flawless canvas, enhancing her natural beauty.

Dressed in a breathtaking peach mermaid gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Sofia felt like a vision of elegance. The makeup artists skillfully highlighted her features, turning her blue eyes into captivating orbs of allure with a seductive winged look. Shimmering eyeshadows adorned her eyelids, casting a radiant glow that accentuated her mesmerizing gaze. A touch of peach-colored blush was delicately applied to her rosy cheeks, lending a youthful and radiant flush to her complexion. Her lips shimmered with a peach-shining lip gloss, inviting anyone who dared to steal a glance.

As the final touches were placed, Sofia’s silky tresses were fashioned into a perfect bun, adorned with a diamond crown that shimmered under the soft glow of the vanity lights. Several loose strands were purposefully left to caress her neck, adding a touch of sensuality to her overall allure. Standing before the mirror, Sofia couldn’t help but be entranced by her own reflection. She felt like a glamorous model, the epitome of elegance and sophistication. The transformation was astounding, and she couldn’t wait for Leonardo to see her in this breathtaking state. For a brief moment, she couldn’t help but compare herself to Leonardo’s ex-girlfriend, Evelyn, who was known for her stunning looks and enchanting presence. However, the thought cast a shadow over Sofia’s happiness, causing her mood to turn somber.

Sofia slipped into a pair of shimmery white stilettos that perfectly matched her dress.

She had always preferred heels, as they brought her closer to Leonardo’s towering height. Leonardo’s tall stature, standing at a commanding 6’8″ or 6’9″ – Sofia couldn’t be sure of the exact measure, was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. But it was precisely his height that fascinated her, making her heart flutter. She cherished those moments when he would stoop slightly, lowering his head to meet her gaze with his beautiful grey eyes, conveying tenderness and adoration in a single glance.

Sofia received a text from her friends, regretfully informing her that they wouldn’t be able to attend the party due to urgent family matters.

Lost in her thoughts, Sofia was snapped back to reality when the door swung open, and Leonardo strode into the room, clad in a sophisticated grey suit that accentuated his chiseled physique. The sight of him took her breath away, as it always did, causing her heart to skip a beat. His eyes, filled with a mixture of admiration and desire, wandered appreciatively over her exquisite form.

Closing the distance between them, Leonardo approached Sofia with purpose. Tucking a finger under her chin, he gently lifted her face, ensuring her eyes met his intense gaze. A surge of electricity coursed through her veins as he spoke in a low, husky voice, his words laced with possessiveness and longing.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he confessed, his voice tinged with both frustration and desire. “I can’t bear the thought of any other man setting eyes upon you tonight. You look so fucking gorgeous, baby girl. Why did I ever approve of this dress? Now all I want is to tear it off and dress you in the most simple and casual fabric or wrap you in a long coat, ensuring that no one can lay eyes on what is undeniably mine.”

Sofia couldn’t help but giggle at Leonardo’s possessive nature. His intense display of protectiveness both amused and exasperated her.

“Leonardo, this is getting out of hand, don’t you think?” she rolled her eyes playfully, attempting to pass by him. But before she could, he swiftly caught hold of her elbow and pulled her closer, his grip firm.

“I’m dead serious, Sofia. If any man dares to lay eyes on you, I’ll fucking kill him. I swear,” he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous intensity.

Sofia gently placed her hand on his chest, her fingers caressing the fabric of his suit. She felt the tension in his body slowly dissipate under her touch.

“Don’t worry, hubby. No man would dare to look in my direction once they realize I belong to Leonardo Morelli,” she replied, her voice filled with pride, a glint of defiance in her eyes. Her words brought a mischievous grin to Leonardo’s face.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear,” he said, pulling her even closer. She had to use her other hand to push against his chest, carefully maintaining the distance between them. She couldn’t afford to let him ruin her meticulously prepared dress and makeup.

“We’re going to be late for the party. Shouldn’t we leave now?” she reminded him, her voice laced with a touch of urgency.

“Yes, Mrs. Morelli. Let’s go,” he replied, leaning in to peck her forehead affectionately. Sofia smiled, feeling a surge of warmth at the endearment. She took hold of his elbow, intertwining her fingers around it, and matched his confident strides.

As they approached the party venue, Sofia’s prediction was confirmed-the place was teeming with people. The media had gathered, ready to capture every single moment. Paparazzi swarmed around them, their cameras flashing incessantly, while reporters fired off questions. However, Leonardo raised his hand, commanding attention, and dismissed the media with a stern look.

Mark stepped forward to address the press. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Morelli will be available for interviews and an official statement after the party. We kindly request your patience.”

Sofia glanced at Leonardo’s parents, who were engaged in conversation with some guests. Leonardo guided her towards his mother, Anna, a radiant smile adorning her face.

“Sofia! Oh, my dear, you look absolutely stunning,” Anna exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight.

“Thank you, Mom. And you look beautiful as well,” Sofia responded, using the term of endearment that Anna had requested her to use several times. Similarly, she had started calling Leonardo’s father “Dad.”

Leonardo’s extended family, including his uncle, aunt, and cousins, were also present at the party. Among them, Bella, Leonardo’s cousin and a constant rival, cast Sofia a disdainful look, reminding her that she still held a grudge.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Leonardo’s father, Alessandro, led him through a dimly lit corridor adorned with luxurious tapestries and antique furniture. The air carried a faint scent of aged leather and cigars, adding to the ambiance of the prestigious establishment.

Inside the lavishly decorated room, Sofia sat gracefully, surrounded by a group of impeccably dressed women from their influential business circle. They engaged in hushed conversations, their voices infused with an air of sophistication and authority. Anna excitedly introduced Sofia to the women, each interaction accompanied by a polite exchange of pleasantries.

Carlo and Emma entered the room as they approached Sofia. Anna, acknowledging their arrival, exchanged pleasantries with them before turning her attention to Sofia.

“Now I’ll leave you with your parents alone. I’ll see you later, okay?” Anna’s voice held a gentle affection as she spoke, emphasizing her genuine care for Sofia.

Sofia nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze lingering on Anna for a moment longer, appreciating the kindness she exuded. As Anna departed, Sofia was left alone with her parents.

Carlo’s usually stern demeanor softened as he leaned forward, his voice gentle and uncommonly tender. “How have you been, Sofia?” he asked, his words carrying a sincerity that touched her heart.

“I am alright, Dad. How are you?” Sofia replied, attempting to muster a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Uncertainty filled her, an inexplicable feeling that gnawed at her insides. Her father’s transformation was still difficult to grasp, leaving her questioning the authenticity of her newfound happiness.

“I am fine, my child,” Carlo responded, his voice soothing. He gazed at her intently before continuing, concern evident in his eyes. “I hope Leonardo is treating you well. Otherwise, tell me if he doesn’t.”

As the name Leonardo rolled off her father’s tongue, Sofia’s face lit up with a radiant smile. The mention of her husband brought forth a rush of warmth, erasing any doubts or fears that lingered within her.

“He truly takes good care of me. I am very happy with him,” Sofia assured her father, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. She marveled at the unexpected joy Leonardo had brought into her life, as if her late mother’s blessings had conjured her own prince charming, albeit not on a white horse, but rather in a sleek black suit on their wedding day. It was a fairytale woven with the threads of reality, and Sofia couldn’t help but embrace the enchantment that surrounded her.