Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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.

her fate like this. Slowly curling into a

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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

cursed himself for his impatience. He didn't know she

the rumor that she was good at seducing men

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,

brief moment, he

something he had never

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

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

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

to stir in his heart. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that

too. That was why she was on his bed. He felt as if she had cast some spell on him.

of him as a monster. He looked at the empty

he furiously threw the bed cover

in his head. Feeling