Chapter 1 Chapter 1. Prologue

Sofia's heart pounded in her chest as the rain pelted against the windows, matching the rhythm of her mother's sobs. She could hear her mother's footsteps pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for her husband to come home. Then, suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up to the house cut through the storm. "Mama, he's here!" Sofia whispered, barely audible over the sound of the rain. She watched as her mother rushed to the door, wiping away her tears and plastering on a fake smile. "Welcome home, dear," her mother said, her voice shaking. Sofia's father strode into the house, a beautiful woman in his arms. Sofia recoiled at the sight of her father's mistress, but her mother put on a brave face. "Who is this?" her mother asked, trying to keep her tone light. "Is everything alright?""Everything is fine," her father sneered, pushing her away. "Can't a man have a little fun?" Sophia knew  this just wasn't right although she was just a teenager ! Her mom's fingers trembled as she stood straighter, her voice gaining a strength. “How could you?” she choked out. “You bring her into our home and expect me to—to just—” Her father didn’t even look at her mom. Instead, he shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto the sofa like this was any other night. Sophia was scary. Her mom lunged forward, yanking his arm. “I’m your wife! Don’t I deserve an explanation? Don’t I deserve—” Crack. The sound of his palm striking her cheek sent me reeling backward. Her mom staggered, her hand flying to her face where an angry red mark bloomed. Her father's face twisted with rage. "You're always so worried about me," he spat. "It's pathetic. I hate that you even think about me. You don't deserve me. Get out of my way.""Please, honey, don't do this to me," her mother begged, grabbing her husband's arm. "Don't touch me," her father yelled. Sofia's mother flinched at her father's words, tears streaming down her face again. Sofia watched as her father raised his hand to strike her mother. She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but she was frozen with fear. Her father didn't stop. Instead, he kicked his wife's stomach so hard she fell to the ground crying and clutching her stomach. Sofia retreated to the staircase, her heart breaking with every sob. She clutched her stuffed animal tightly, hoping and praying that her father would leave soon and they would be safe again. After a while, her father stopped throwing punches and kicks after spitting on her mother. Sofia peeked through the railing of the staircase, her eyes wide with fear as she watched her mother sobbing on the floor. Her father, towering over her, yelled insults and accusations at her. "How dare you question me?" he bellowed. "You know I can do whatever I want. You're lucky I even bother to come back here." Sofia's mother could not speak but whimpered in pain. Her father kicked her mother while she was still on the ground, causing her to scream out in pain. Sofia covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash," her father spat at her mother. "And this brat," he gestured towards Sofia, "is just a reminder of how much I hate you." Sofia's mother tried to shield her from her husband's wrath, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Sofia watched in horror as he continued to beat her mother mercilessly, her cries echoing through the empty house. "No, please stop," Sofia whispered to herself, tears streaming down her face. But her father didn't stop until he had vented all of his rage and anger. As he finally left for his room with his beautiful mistress, Sofia's mother lay on the ground, bruised and broken. Sofia rushed to her mother's side, holding her tightly when the room was locked upstairs. "Mama, are you okay?" Sofia asked with pain. "I'm okay, baby," her mother said weakly. "Don't worry about me. Just go to bed now.""Mama, you also come with me to my room. Dad has locked your room, so where will you sleep?" Sofia asked with teary eyes. Her mother nodded, still trembling with fear and sadness. Mother and daughter made their way to Sofia's bedroom when they heard the woman moaning Sofia's father's name. Her mother cried, covering her mouth. Sofia was eleven years old, but she understood everything that was happening in this house. They slowly went to Sofia's room. Sofia made her mother lie on the bed. Her mother moaned as her whole body was aching with unbearable pain after getting a merciless beating. "Mama, I'm here," Sofia said as she sat beside her mother, holding her hand. "I'll never leave you. I promise." Her mother looked at her with tears in her eyes, her face still swollen from the beating. "I know you won't, baby," she said weakly, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "You're the only good thing in my life," she whispered, the weight of her words heavy with a mixture of despair and affection. “Why do you suffer Dad’s beatings and endure him bringing that woman home?!” Sofia's innocent question pierced the tense air, her confusion and concern evident in her furrowed brow. “He's a rich man, Sofia, and rich men have insatiable needs,” her mother responded, her voice strained with both resignation and hidden anguish. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil within her. “He feels entitled to vent his anger on me and seeks solace in other women.”“But you didn't have to endure it, Mom. Why don't you leave him?” Sofia's voice trembled. “I can't, darling. I have no one to turn to,” her mother confessed, her voice cracking with the weight of her truth. “I came from a poor family, and I feel trapped. I'm bound by circumstances to endure this life, and... and I still love him,” she admitted, her lips trembling with a sense of helplessness. Sofia’s heart filled with unknown fear. Her father's cruelty had scarred her deeply and it would take a long time for her to heal. "Don't worry, mom," Sofia said softly. "I'll take care of you always. And I'll never marry a rich man. Rich people are heartless and demons." Her mother smiled weakly, her hand stroking Sofia's hair. "You're such a good girl, Sofia. But you have to marry one day just like Every girl has to marry. A prince will come to marry you on a white horse. He will make you happy and love you forever.""No, Mom, I will never marry, and I will never leave you. Men don't love. they only beat and treat women as slaves," Sofia cried as she hugged her mother tightly. "Sofia, my child! I love you and will always be with you," her mother whispered in her dull voice. After a few months, her mother passed away. However, she had died inside long ago due to her husband's cruelty and betrayal. People thought she died from some illness, but Sofia knew it was murder, even though she had no proof to accuse anyone. Sofia was left alone in this cruel world, and her problems increased when her father remarried just a few days after her mother's death. Her father's beautiful mistress was now her stepmother. She hated Sofia even more. She brought her daughter Kat with her. Her father loved his new wife's daughter more. Sofia's position in her own house was now not better than a housemaid. Sofia would cry at night, gazing at the stars in the dark sky, believing her mother was watching over her. "Mom, why did you leave me? How can I live without you? Why didn't you take me with you?" she whispered, standing near the window and looking into the night with her wet eyes. Silence. The stars didn't answer. margin-left:0.0000pt;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;"> But she knew one thing: Men were monsters. And she would never to get married.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2. Living In Hell

Seven Years Later“Sofia, come to my room quickly.” Sofia heard her stepmother, Emma, calling her. She felt a pang of hunger in her stomach, but she knew she had to obey her stepmother's command. Sofia covered her plate and placed it on the slab before leaving. She couldn't risk facing the consequences of disobeying her stepmother. After her mother's death, her life became a living hell. Her stepmother didn't provide her with enough food to eat or proper clothes to wear. Sofia wasn't allowed to enjoy any luxuries in her father's mansion; she was treated as nothing more than a housemaid. Emma, her stepmother, justified her actions by claiming she was disciplining Sofia, fearing that without her mother, Sofia might turn out to be whore due to her mother's poor family background. Sofia was confined to the house and forbidden from attending any social gatherings or her friends' birthday parties. She wasn't even allowed to have any friends. Today after gathering all the leftover food from dinner, Sofia was relieved to find enough to satisfy her hunger. Otherwise, she had to sleep empty stomach most of the time. However, when her stepmother called her, she had to rush, or she would face severe beatings with burning iron rods. Even now, Sofia carried the scars and pain from those punishments. Emma was sly; she ensured no visible marks were left on Sofia's body, inflicting burns on her feet instead. Sofia had no choice but to endure the pain and continue her work, walking with those burnt feet. Sofia's heart raced as she hurried towards Emma's room. She knocked on the door gently and opened it slowly, trying not to make any noise. She peeked inside and saw that her half-sister Kat, stepmother Emma, and father were all sitting together, deep in discussion. It seemed something serious was going on from the cold and indifferent expressions on their faces. "Sofia, please come inside," her father said in his cold voice. Sofia came inside slowly, bending her head down because she was not allowed to look into their eyes. Her father came in front of her and said, "What took you so long? You know the rules of this house. You need to respect us and our authority." Sofia trembled, nodding silently, feeling ashamed and small. Nevertheless, she knew she had to obey her father's strict rules. "You will be getting married to Leonardo Morelli in ten days. I have fixed your marriage. You should feel fortunate to become a part of such a wealthy family," her father said abruptly. Sofia's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. She felt as if her world had been turned upside down in an instant. She had never even met Leonardo Morelli before, let alone thought about marrying him. Sofia's mind raced as she tried to process the news. She wondered if there was any way to avoid this arranged marriage and if she had any say in the matter at all. Sofia seized the opportunity to inquire, "Wasn't Kat supposed to be his bride?" Kat shook her head as she examined her fingernails. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry him. He's a playboy, and the marriage will last only three years. No way. I won't do this," she said firmly. Emma sighed. "But we need this alliance to merge our businesses. That's why we have to have a marriage between our families." Sofia’s eyes widened in shock as Emma continued. "...and that's why we've invested so much into you. So, one day, you could be a valuable asset in a business deal." Sofia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her family was discussing a trade involving her. Her father was willing to use her as a bargaining chip for a business deal. It was disheartening for Sofia to realize that her entire life was just a tool for their business ventures. She felt like she was an inanimate object in their household, and it was a heartbreaking realization for her. Sofia took a deep breath and summoned all the courage she could muster. With a trembling voice, she spoke up before her father, something she had never done before. "Dad, please don't force me into marrying someone, wealthy or not. I never asked for this. I promise I won't be a burden to you anymore. Just give me a chance to live my own life." Despite Sofia's heartfelt plea, her father's face remained cold and unyielding. “I have made a decision for your life. There is no option for you but to marry Leonardo Morelli. Though I have done so much for you, I have hated you for so many years because you are that whore’s daughter who spoiled my life. I was forced to live with her against my will. So, think of this as repayment for your mother's sin. You don't have to live with him for the rest of your life, but only for three years. After three years, the contract will end, and you will be free,” her father said indifferently, looking at her with disdain. She was feeling helpless and alone, thinking that no one cared about her. Even her own father didn't seem to prioritize her well-being. She was starting to lose trust in people. It seemed as though she was born under a bad star, destined to face these unfortunate circumstances. Sofia’s half-sister, Kat, was older than her by two years. Apparently, Kat was born before Sofia, while their father was still married to Sofia's mother. Sofia later learned that her father was in love with Emma, Kat's mother, but felt pressured by his parents to marry Sofia's mother. After Sofia's mother passed away, her father didn't waste any time in marrying Emma and bringing her and Kat to live with him. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Emma signaled that the meeting was over. "You're free to go now," she said before adding, "We'll begin preparing for the wedding tomorrow. You should feel lucky to be marrying into such a wealthy and influential family." She couldn't hide the smug smirk on her face as she spoke. Little did Emma know that Sofia had no interest in marrying a wealthy man, not now, not ever. Having witnessed her mother's suffering and eventual demise in misery, Sofia had made up her mind that all men were evil and heartless. Sofia walked back into the kitchen and noticed her plate was only half empty. But her hunger had died along with her thoughts. Sofia glanced at the wall clock and saw that it read midnight. She had just turned eighteen and no one else was around to wish her a happy birthday, not even her father remembered.  Sofia retreated to her room and grabbed her mother's photo frame, holding it close to her chest as tears streamed down her face. The night seemed endless as she cried about the unfairness of her life.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3. Substitute Bride

“I won't marry that girl!” Leonardo shouted angrily, throwing the contract papers off the table. Alessandro, looking out of the window, listened to his son’s outburst. The study, lavishly decorated with antique furniture and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, was thick with tension. "Leonardo. Try to understand. This wedding is very important for this merger," his father declared nonchalantly. "No, Father, it is not fucking possible. I won't marry a slut like her," Leonardo refused sternly. "By the way," he narrowed his grey eyes sceptically. "I was supposed to marry Ricci's other daughter. So, why did they change the bride at the last moment?" he scowled. "We don't know why they changed the bride. However, this marriage will only last for three years and not a real one, so it doesn't matter who the bride is," his father explained patiently, but Leonardo was not in a good mood to understand those things. "Are you serious, Dad? You want me to marry a whore for a business deal ?! You can't force me to do anything. It's my life, for fucks sake," he huffed, throwing his hand in the air frustratedly. "Leonardo, you have to marry her, and I am not asking you or giving you a choice, but... ordering you that this is inevitable," his father roared as his patience timed out. "You are supposed to be married to the Ricci girl only for three years, and after three years, whether you leave or divorce her, I won't stop you. I don't even care what you do after three years, but we need this merger for now to strengthen our company." His father was a very good businessman but was never a good parent. He never cared about his child's feelings but wanted only power and status. He was an emotionless man and had brought up Leonardo to be one like him, ruthless and heartless. So now Leonardo was a cruel devil just like his father and had no emotion in his heart. His father had brought him up as an asset in business, which would make him more powerful, but it made Leonardo hate his father even more. "I can't believe that you have become so blind that you can't even see the consequences. What about your reputation?! What will people say if you make a whore like her your daughter-in-law?! Are you not afraid that your respect in society will decrease?" Leonardo snorted. "Mind your tongue, Leonardo!" His father barked. "And I don't care about what people say because only money and power speak and I can shut their mouth with my influence. You have no idea how much money and power we will get from this deal. This new status will take us to the height of success that no one has ever reached," he smirked cunningly before adding, "So it won't hurt to make a girl like her Morelli's daughter-in-law for three years. But remember that you must be in this marriage for the whole three years and don't make me repeat myself," his father threatened with a dangerous expression. "Then please excuse me because I have no plans to get married in the future, and I cannot spoil my reputation just because of your fucking business deal," Leonardo said in a boring tone and began to leave the room. He had enough for the day. "Leonardo, you can't defy me like this," Leonardo's father warned him, but he didn't stop."If you leave this room, I will disown you, and I will evict you from my property. You will lose your right over the Morelli Empire," he threw this trump card. "So the choice is yours. Live your life as you want and lose everything or marry that girl for only three years and rule the world like a king," he offered loudly, enough to make Leonardo halt at the door. Leonardo closed his eyes, feeling the anger rush through his veins. He clenched his fists and took deep breaths to control himself as the killer Instinct within him kicked in, wanting him to kill someone right at that moment. He turned to face his father. His eyes were dark and emotionless as he stared back at his father. "Fine, Dad! You won. I will marry the girl," he accepted firmly, raising his head. "Now, happy?!" His father grinned triumphally. "I appreciate your decision, son. Trust me, it's good for everyone. Now, you may leave," Alessandro said arrogantly before turning to his wife. "Let's start preparing for the wedding, darling," he ordered his wife. His wife, Anna, nodded as she picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers. Leonardo watched as his parents enthusiastically called everyone to give them the news. He was promised to marry Ricci's elder daughter, Kate Ricci, but their parents switched brides, and now Leonardo had to marry Sofia Ricci. He felt hatred and anger claw his heart. He had heard the youngest daughter of the Ricci family was ugly and uneducated. The Ricci family didn't care about her because her mother was a bitch who betrayed her husband and used to sleep around. That was why Carlo Ricci left her and married Kat's mother. But now, her daughter, Sofia, was no better than her mother. She was following her mother intently. Though it would be a contract marriage, he could not help but feel disgusted by the thought of being with a girl like Sofia Ricci for three years. "Fuck!" He groaned, coming out of his father's study. "My life is so screwed," he yelled as he kicked the wall. "But wait for the worst to come, Sofia Ricci. I will make your life a living hell," he gritted out, staring at the void. "Welcome to hell, Sofia Ricci!" He sneered with hatred.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4. My Life Is Screwed

Leonardo entered his friend's condo feeling frustrated and upset. His friend Domenico Russo greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Leonardo!" But Leonardo didn't respond. Domenico sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?" Leonardo huffed. "Father issue!" Domenico snorted. Leonardo scowled. Domenico inquired once more, "Tell me what happened this time." Leonardo, visibly frustrated, responded with clenched teeth, "He has replaced the bride and now expects me to wed that slut, Sofia Ricci, who is deemed worthless by the Riccis.""Why did they change the girl at the last moment? Weren't you supposed to marry Kat Ricci?" asked Domenico, clearly worried. Leonardo sighed deeply and massaged his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have no idea," he said, his voice thick with frustration. "My father threatened me, and I have to marry Sofia Ricci. My life is a mess." Domenico sat next to him and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "I'm sorry to hear that, my friend. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Leonardo nodded and ordered his drink. "Hey man, it sounds like you're going through a tough time, but hang in there. I'm here for you if you need anything. And hey, I've got some good news that might cheer you up," Domenico said, giving Leonardo a reassuring wink as the doorbell rang. Domenico got up to open the door and Leonardo followed. The lady, wearing a sexy short dress that was almost transparent, stood at his doorstep. Leonardo looked at Domenico in annoyance. Leaning over Leonardo's shoulder, Domenico whispered, "Have fun. I booked her for you. She is yours for the whole night." Domenico winked at the lady and the woman cast a seductive smile. The lady's appearance was certainly eye-catching, but Leonardo was in no mood to appreciate it. He felt a deep sense of gloom, making it difficult for him to feel anything other than frustration. As he stood there, lost in thought, Domenico leaned over his shoulder and whispered something that only added to his annoyance. "She is the best in her skill," Domenico praised, and Leonardo scowled. Leonardo felt a bit overwhelmed as Domenico left Leonardo alone with the lady after giving him a wink. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. "Have fun," he reminded himself. After all, he had been looking forward to this moment for weeks. As Leonardo looked at her, she smiled seductively, biting her lips, and entering the condo. He hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then Leonardo's gaze followed Domenico's back slowly disappearing into the distance. Despite the nagging feeling in the back of his mind telling him to be responsible, he made a split-second decision to let loose and have a little fun, even if it was just for one last time. He knew that his life would be filled with nothing but more stress and chaos in the coming week, so he figured he might as well enjoy the moment while he still could. He closed the door and turned to face the lady. He looked at the lady before him, his eyes turning dark as he took in her almost naked appearance. "So, what do you have in your mind for tonight?" he asked. She shrugged and said, "I'm up for anything as long as it's fun." Leonardo smirked at her innuendo. "Then let's have some fun. It was a long day for me," he sighed. As Leonardo walked in, she swiftly shut the door behind him. Then, she turned to him and gave him her full attention. "Then let me make you feel good. I will make you forget about this bad day." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she seductively perched herself on his lap, their bodies entwined in an embrace. Her intoxicating scent and tender touch momentarily transported him from the harsh realities of his world. With each breath, Leonardo felt a surge of desire, an urgent need for release. Aware of the limited time he had before his predetermined fate took hold, Leonardo's mind raced. His father had orchestrated an alliance with the Ricci family, sealing Leonardo's future with a loveless union. Leonardo yearned to taste the freedom he knew he would soon lose. Driven by a mix of desperation and defiance, Leonardo wrapped his arms tightly around the call girl, drawing her closer as if searching for an escape from the disappointment in this hook-up. Instead, his fingers roughly grabbed her chin, capturing her gaze and momentarily revealing the desperation and lust as the hardened gaze communicated. After marrying the Ricci girl he couldn't ever have such fun. In a surge of passion and rebellion, Leonardo pressed his lips forcefully against hers, seeking solace, pleasure, and a fleeting moment of control. The kiss became a fierce exchange, a raw expression of his defiance and determination to live on his own terms, even if only for a brief moment. In that heated moment, Leonardo lost himself and poured all his frustration and anger into this sexual encounter. She was left breathless and panting heavily when Leonardo released her mouth. Then, furiously clutching the corner of her dress, Leonardo pulled it over her head and threw it aside. In an urgency, he unbuckled his belt, pulled the zip down, dragged his pants down with his boxers, and left it near his knees. His hard rod swung free in front of her. Licking her lips, she smiled seductively before falling to her knees and holding his steely rod in her hand. Her hungry tongue darted out, licking his cock from the base to the tip. Leonardo groaned, grabbing her hair harshly. She first licked the tip while stroking him, then she took him entirely into her mouth. "Fuck!" Groaning, Leonardo closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. She moved her head swiftly, pumping his girth in her mouth. Wrapping her hair around his fist, Leonardo took control. His hips bucked, and he started thrusting deep down her throat. Her gagging sound increased his pleasure. Leonardo's gray eyes peered into her wet orbs. He was pleased to find her looking at him with lust and desire in her watery eyes as she willingly took him deep down her throat. Leonardo felt pleasure tightening his balls and was about to burst into his climax any moment. So, he lifted her to her feet before throwing her on the bed. Then, abruptly parting her thighs, Leonardo drifted his fingers between her legs, touching her hot flesh. She was already wet and ready for him. Leonardo thrust his finger into her cunt, pulling out a cry from her. Her moans became louder, and she screamed and begged him as she came hard on his finger. Leonardo took a condom from his back pocket and tore the packet, pulling it between his teeth. His cock was already hard, painfully ready to enter her sweet core. Leonardo rolled the condom down his shaft. Thrusting into her hard and deep, he impaled her pussy rough and fast. Leonardo needed it to release his stress, and he knew he was brutal on her, but the girl liked it as she begged for more. After a few thrusts, Leonardo released his hot cum in the condom, drawing her pleasure with his. "Thanks for the great fuck," Leonardo smirked, winking at her. Pulling out of her abruptly, he went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and left the condo without glancing back at her.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5. Wedding Day

"What's wrong, darling? You look troubled,” Emma asked Carol, her voice laced with false sweetness. "I was thinking about the contract and Sofia’s wedding. I hope it proves to be a good decision for her. But I have doubts because She is not willing to marry Alessandro Morelli’s son," he said, and his eyes were gloomy as he was pitying his daughter. She went near him and rubbed his shoulder. margin-left:0.0000pt;mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;"> Emma stepped closer to him. “Honey, you’re thinking too much. We’re doing this for her future. I mean, who would marry her anyway, with the kind of reputation her mother has?” She was afraid Carlo would change his decision. She would have buried Sofia with her mother if it were in her hand. Her hatred was so immense she spread the rumor in society that Sofia was a whore, just as her mother was. Because of Sofia and her mother, Emma couldn't convince Carlo to marry her sooner. But when Sofia's mother died, she came into this house, and she made sure Sofia would live a life worse than hell. Getting Sofia married to Leonardo Morelli was a part of her plan. Leonardo was ruthless, heartless, and a man with no mercy. He was a player who couldn't be loyal to a woman. Carlo exhaled sharply as if he had a burden on his chest. He took Emma’s hand from his shoulder and affectionately held it in his hand. “I have never loved Elisa, and I don't even love Sofia. But she is my blood, and I feel responsible for her. I know you took good care of her after Elisa died. But still, we can't change her mother's blood running in her veins. You disciplined her and taught her to be a noble lady. Otherwise, she would have become like Elisa, who liked to go after other men,” he said in his dull voice. But he didn't know that it was Emma who made him believe that Elisa was a slut. She did it because she wanted him to leave his wife. 'It's good that the dirty bitch died soon. He is mine, and his wealth is for my daughter and me.’ Emma thought inwardly. Carlo took a deep breath before continuing, "I just hope this marriage will make her responsible and she remains loyal to Leonardo."“But we can just hope,” Emma sighed dramatically. “However, she will get more money from the wedding as alimony when this marriage contract is annulled. I'll make sure to add this clause to the contract," Emma showed him her most charming smile. She had already wrapped him around her tiny finger, and she knew it. Carlo loved her more than anything in this world, and he blindly believed in her. “Thank you, Emma. You are such a nice lady with a golden heart. I am so lucky to have you in my life," Carlo said, kissing my cheek as his eyes shone with pride and love. Emma giggled. "I will do anything for you, my darling." ************* The day finally had come. The hall was adorned with opulent decorations, exuding elegance and luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow over the entire space. Glimmering fairy lights were entwined with delicate white drapes, creating a dreamlike ambiance. Rows of plush, white chairs lined both sides of the aisle, leading to a beautifully decorated stage at the far end of the hall. Each chair was adorned with intricate floral arrangements, emitting a fragrant aroma that filled the air. Carlo hadn't left anything to make it a grand wedding. The stage itself was a masterpiece, covered in billowing white fabric and embellished with cascading flowers in hues of pastel. A backdrop of twinkling fairy lights added a touch of enchantment. The focal point of the stage was an exquisite arch entwined with flowers. Guests, elegantly dressed, filled the hall, their excited murmurs creating a pleasant hum. They took their seats, eagerly awaiting the ceremony to begin. Some mingled, sharing laughter and animated conversations, while others found solace in the serene atmosphere, lost in their own thoughts. And Sofia, wearing a white gown, was waiting in the bridal chamber for her stepmother to take her to the wedding hall. She hadn't met Leonardo Morelli yet. But she had heard a lot about him. He was a famous playboy and a very successful businessman. The knowledge that he was one of the wealthiest people in the world scared Sofia to death. She was afraid of having the same fate as her mother and was completely freaking out, wanting to run away from this freaking wedding. But then she thought about her father. Knowing her wedding was a business deal, she couldn't leave her father in trouble. Her father would be doomed if she escaped because many people and media people had come here for the wedding. Finally, Emma arrived and took Sofia to the aisle where her father was waiting for her. Her smiling father fazed Soofia. She had never seen her father smiling at her. Her foolish heart became happy at that moment. But it was only for the show in front of these people. He gave her his elbow, and Sofia held it, hooking her hand around him. “Sofia, I expect you to behave properly in front of these people. Don’t forget I need you to stay in this marriage for three years. So be nice to Leonardo and don't enrage him,” Carlo whispered in Sofia's ear, threatening more than suggesting. Swallowing a lump down her throat, Sofia nodded her head. A soft, melodic tune began to play, signaling the start of the procession. Carlo walked his daughter down the aisle toward the stage where Leonardo Morelli was standing. Sofia could not focus on decoration, nor was she paying attention to the people around her as she was so nervous and her mind was numb with fear. Sofia prayed in her heart that she wouldn't do anything stupid to embarrass her dad. When her dad halted, she only realized they reached the stage. She wouldn't dare to look up. Her eyes kept staring down at her feet. Suddenly through her eyelashes, she saw a hand stretched in front of her, offering help to climb up on the stage. She hesitated at first but took that hand, and he pulled her up on the stage. Sofia stumbled a little and gripped his shoulder with her other hand. Then at that moment, for the first time, Sofia saw a handsome face staring at her as he tried to see behind the veil. Sofia knew he couldn't look appropriately through the veil. But Sofia could see him staring at her face with his cold eyes. His face was unreadable. She instantly pulled her hand away and took a step backward, standing beside him. The officiant started the rituals. First, he made them exchange their vows which Sofia knew were all fake. He told them to exchange the rings, and quickly, a lady appeared with two gorgeous-looking rings on a plate. She handed one ring to Leonardo Morelli and another to Sofia. Sofia’s hand trembled as she held the wedding ring, eyes glued to it. She felt she never wanted to get married like this. But it was too late to back out. The officiant instructed Sofia to give her hand to Leonardo Morelli. Hesitated, Sofia held her shaky hand toward Leonanado. He grabbed it gently and slipped the ring on Sofia's finger. Then he held his hand out before her, anticipating the drama would end soon. Sofia slid the ring without touching or even holding his hand. She was too nervous to touch him. The officiant announced them as husband and wife. Then, he turned to Leonardo and said the groom could kiss his bride. Now this was the most difficult part of the wedding for both of them. Sofia panicked but was instantly relieved to see Leonardo Morelli didn't make any move. Then someone tapped on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He frowned, looking at her. Leonardo shifted closer as he descended his head. He cupped Sofia's cheeks in his big hand as his lips touched the corner of Sofia's mouth so lightly that Sofia couldn't tell whether it was a real kiss or not. B ut Sofia's first kiss was stolen by her husband just like that.

Chapter 6 Chapter 6. Wedding Night

The wedding rituals finally ended and Sofia and Leonardo now stood as husband and wife. The media were all over the place, capturing every moment and detail of the ceremony. The Riccis and the Morellis really outdid themselves and made it a grand event that everyone would remember for years to come. After the wedding, they all made their way to the ballroom. Leonardo was seated next to Sofia, engrossed in his phone. Sofia was too nervous to glance over at him, but she noticed him furrowing his brow out of the corner of her eye. Sofia furrowed her brow as she watched Leonardo answer his phone. She couldn't hear anything from where she sat, but Leonardo's expression had quickly soured. Without a word to her, he got up from their table and began walking away, still speaking into the phone. Sofia was left sitting alone in the ballroom, wondering what could have possibly upset him so much. As the announcement for the newly-wedded couple's first ballroom dance was made, everyone noticed the groom had disappeared. Sofia was met with pity-filled glances from those around her. She sat there, her head lowered in embarrassment and insult, an all too familiar feeling. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time she had found herself in this situation. She watched as Leonardo's parents frantically tried to reach him on the phone. She could see the worry etched on their faces as they dialed number after number, but it seemed like they were not getting any response. It was clear that they were deeply disappointed with their son's irresponsible behavior. "Sofia! Dear," said Leonardo's mother with a polite and gentle tone as she approached her. "I'm afraid Leonardo has to attend to something urgent and won't be able to join us. However, I am here to take you to your new home. You must be tired from the ceremony, so please rest and make yourself comfortable." As Sofia listened to Leonardo's mother speak to her with such kindness and respect, her heart warmed. It was a rare experience for her, as most people had always treated her as if she was invisible or unimportant. But the way this woman spoke to her made her feel seen and valued. She was such a kind lady. Sofia nodded her head and smiled at Leonardo's mother as she led her towards a car that had been decorated for a newly wedded couple. Sofia had to ride alone in the car because her husband had left her to be on her own. Leonardo's mother helped Sofia settle in the back seat and instructed the driver to take her to Leonardo's mansion. Sofia couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she embarked on this new journey with fear and expectations. Throughout the entire car ride, Sofia couldn't help but wonder what kind of important work Leonardo had to do on his wedding day. As they pulled up to a massive mansion, the driver courteously stepped out to open the door for her. Stepping out onto the pavement, she made her way toward the grand entrance, where a guard stood watchfully at the door. And a queue of servants was also standing there, waiting for their master. But here, seeing Sofia coming alone, disappointment was visible on their faces. They greeted her and looked at her with their pitiful eyes. Sofia sighed in her heart.  She tried to put on a brave face, smiling at the servants, and lowered her head instantly as she entered the mansion. As the maid escorted her to a room, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. As she stepped inside, she immediately noticed the masculine decor - all cool greys and whites. In addition, she couldn't help but notice the large TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed and a gaming setup sitting next to it. Clearly, this room belonged to a man, and she quickly understood who the owner was. Sofia was engulfed by an abrupt surge of anxiety upon realizing that her luggage was not with her. The mere thought of spending the night in her cumbersome wedding dress made her cringe with discomfort. With a heavy heart, she made her way toward the spacious closet, only to be greeted by an overwhelming array of her husband's clothing, shoes, and accessories. As she pondered over her options, she couldn't help but contemplate whether borrowing her husband's t-shirt for the night was a good choice. She had grown accustomed to a certain sense of neglect throughout her life. People never shared anything with her; she only got their used and old stuff for herself. Thus, she dared not take a shirt from her husband's wardrobe as everything looked new and expensive. So, that night,  she found herself sleeping soundly in her wedding gown, though it was very uncomfortable. However, exhausted and tired, she quickly drifted into a peaceful slumber. Sofia was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking open. She struggled to see in the darkness, unsure of the time of night. Blinking rapidly, Sofia's eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness. She fumbled around for the light switch and finally found it, illuminating the room. To her shock, she saw Leonardo Morelli standing near the doorway, his presence unexpected and startling. His sudden appearance startled her, and she couldn't help but notice how miserable he looked without his jacket. His tie hung low, and his shirt was unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As his eyes landed on Sofia lying on his bed, they darkened with anger. He swiftly closed the distance between them with three long strides, grabbing her chin in his hand with a forceful grip. "How dare you sleep on my bed, bloody whore?" he questioned in a menacing tone. Sofia's body involuntarily shivered as his words reached her ears.  She was confused about why he was calling her names. Whore?! She was not a whore. Unpleasant recollections of her past came flooding back to her mind, causing her to tremble uncontrollably with anxiety. She was fully aware of what was going to happen next, and her fear grew with each passing moment. “I... I a.. am sorry. Please forgive me,” Sofia apologized promptly. But before Sofia could explain herself, she was thrown onto the bed, and Leonardo’s body pressed her petite frame, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes flared in horror as she freaked out. “No, please, let me go,'' Sofia begged desperately. “Stop acting!” He shouted. "You're not innocent, and I know it. You want this, right? Is that why you are sleeping in my bed, waiting for me?” He glared at her while his voice mocking her. Sofia froze, unable to move an inch, as the scent of alcohol wafted from Leonardo's breath. It was clear he was drunk. Memories of her childhood flooded back, vividly recalling the anguish of witnessing her father's drunken assaults on her mother. “Stop pretending, you slut! Why are you denying it now? I know what kind of whore you are, and being your husband, I should get a taste of yours. So shut up and let me fuck you. Like a good slut you are, make me feel good,” he slurred as he forced himself on her and started kissing her neck. He was biting and sucking on her neck, making her feel nothing but pain. Her tears had no effect on him. He had become blind in intoxication and lust. Despite her reservations, Sofia didn't intervene or halt her husband, allowing him to do as he pleased. She was too scared to react. Although Leonardo attempted to be gentle and bring her pleasure, even in his intoxicated state, Sofia felt an overwhelming emptiness. She lay there, resembling a lifeless rag doll, devoid of any emotional or physical response. After a while, Leonardo slumped down onto her, exhausted from coming inside her countless times. Unbeknownst to him, tears continued to spill from Sofia's eyes. When she noticed that Leonardo had fallen into a deep slumber, she mustered her courage. Slowly, she rolled her husband off of her and delicately gathered the torn remnants of her dress in her trembling hand. Silently, she slipped out of bed. Carefully, Sofia dressed herself, her eyes still brimming with tears. She couldn't help but gaze at Leonardo, who lay peacefully asleep with a serene smile adorning his face. Tears streamed down Sofia's face, and her cries became loud and agonized. The weight of the trauma inflicted upon her on what should have been her wedding day proves unbearable. The profound sorrow and disbelief intertwined with her tears. Sofia sat on the floor, holding her knees close to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she lamented her bad luck. She had always feared ending up with an ill fate like her mother, and now it felt like history was cruelly repeating itself. Her husband proved to be no better than her father, and the pain of that realization was too much to bear. She had enough trauma for her wedding night, not that she had ever imagined her fate like this. Slowly curling into a ball, she closed her eyes, soft sobs leaving her silently. She didn't realize when the sleep took her in its embrace.