Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 309 Confused Feeling "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.

Overwhelmed by the magnitude of the situation, she crumbled to her knees. The room's atmosphere was heavy with tension, and the silence was broken only by Sofia's ragged breaths and the distant sounds of activity echoing throughout the safe house.

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.

Exhaustion overtook Sofia, her emotional and physical strength depleted. Nevertheless, she remained on her knees, the cold floor beneath her as her only support.

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.

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Leonardo woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, a sense of unease washing over him. Something felt different, out of place. His gaze landed on the crimson stain on the bedsheet, and suddenly, the events leading up to his slumber flooded his mind. He had made passionate love to his wife, Sofia, and now he realized with a sinking feeling that she had been a virgin.

A wave of regret and self-reproach crashed over Leonardo. He cursed himself for his impatience. He didn't know she was a virgin. But the truth was he couldn't stop himself as if he was a hungry wolf.

However, a few things were bothering him, and the first one was, despite the rumors, Sofia was not at all ugly. In fact, Leonardo found her to be quite beautiful. He couldn't help but be drawn to her charm, which meant the rumor that she was good at seducing men was true. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he felt a strong pull toward her, and he found it very hard to resist. When he held her trembling hand, he felt the urge to hold it tightly until she stopped shaking.

As he lifted Sofia's veil during their wedding, he was struck by her innocent face, mesmerizing blue eyes, and full pink lips. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her when the officiant announced them husband and wife, even if it was only for a moment.

In that brief moment, he felt

something he had never

experienced before. He was always heartless and emotionless, just like his father had taught him to be. But now, he was feeling something towards Sofia that he couldn't explain. He was convinced that she had some kind of magic power that could seduce any man who came near her, including himself.

When he got a call from a client while he was at his own wedding reception, he used it as an excuse to leave. He just wanted to get away from there desperately. After meeting with the client, he went to the bar and drank a lot. Then, father called and threatened him to return to his bride. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He was annoyed because his father always seemed to have a hold on him, making him dance to his tune. Reluctantly, he made his way back home. But when he arrived, he found Sofia sleeping on his bed. Despite the fact that she was his wife, he was fuming with anger. How dare she enter his room without his permission!

But as he looked at her peaceful sleeping form, a strange feeling began to stir in his heart. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that he had to do something about it.

He thought having Sofia would ease the ache in his heart. Maybe it was all physical. And it seemed like she wanted it too. That was why she was on his bed. He felt as if she had cast some spell on him. That was because he couldn't resist her.

But now, he truly regretted it. Sofia might think of him as a monster. He looked at the empty space beside him. Sofia was not in bed with him. So, where was she?

"Fuck!" He cursed as he furiously threw the bed cover from the bed.

He could not sleep after what had happened. Sofia's teary eyes and whimpering were haunting him in his head. Feeling restless, he needed something hard to drink, he got up abruptly from the bed.

As he switched on the light, he saw a small body curled into a ball in a corner. As he approached, he realized it was Sofia, sleeping on the cold floor. His heart sank when he saw her trembling in sleep.

He wondered if she was here because she hated him and didn't want to sleep in the same bed. Or was she so scared of him that she slept on the cold floor rather than sleeping on the comfortable bed?

A string of curses left his mouth as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He gently lifted her up, tenderly placing her on the bed. In her sleep, she snuggled up closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. He slowly removed her arms around his neck. After tucking her in, he kept staring at her sleeping face.

He couldn't help but notice the

swollen eyes and dried tears on her cheeks. The black eyeliner smudged all over her face was a clear indication that she had been crying until she finally fell asleep. It pained him to see Sofia like this, and he couldn't help but wonder why.

Leonardo sighed as he kept staring at her for a while before leaving the room. He needed a drink desperately.

He didn't understand this strange feeling he felt whenever he saw Sofia. It was very complicated, and he was scared of this feeling.