The Mafia’s Substitute Bride By Page Slayer

as she fought back. 

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“Very soon, he will be bored and will come back to me,” Evelyn taunted, her voice carrying a challenge that hung in the air between them. Sofia’s resolve hardened as she met Evelyn’s gaze head–on. 

“No. It won’t happen. He is my husband, and he won’t leave  ́me for anyone. I trust him,” Sofia countered, her voice filled 

with conviction. As her words landed, Sofia watched 

Evelyn’s beautiful face contort with a mix of anger and frustration. Evelyn’s teeth gritted, and a string of curses threatened to escape her lips. 

“You bitch. What do you think? Will your magic work on Leonardo Morelli? He will never in a million years fall for you,” Evelyn spat, her voice dripping with venom. Her anger transformed her once–beautiful face into a fiery, red mask. of rage. The air in the room grew tense as Evelyn’s fury burned bright. Without warning, she pushed her chair back forcefully, rising to her feet. 

With each step, Evelyn’s high heels punctuated her anger, the sound of her stomping feet reverberating through the room. Sofia watched her exit, seeming to exhale, the 

tension dissipating slowly. 

Sofia perched on the cushioned chair, her eyes darting around the bustling cafe. She could feel the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows, casting gentle rays that danced upon her face. Impatience tugged at her, a restless energy coursing through her veins as she eagerly awaited Leonardo’s return with their drinks. The 

anticipation mingled with a gnawing hunger, coaxing her to 

nibble on the tempting array of starters that sat before her, beckoning her taste buds. 

Just as she took a bite, a waiter approached her, breaking her concentration. His voice, edged with a sense of urgency, reached her ears, “Ma’am, Mr. Morelli has requested your presence in room number 909.” Sofia’s gaze shifted from her half–eaten food, searching the sea of faces in the crowded establishment. Leonardo was 

nowhere to be seen, and a flicker of concern crept into her expression. 

Expressing her gratitude to the waiter, she motioned for him to guide her to the designated room. As they traversed through the lively venue, his steps guiding her halfway, he pointed her in the direction she needed to go before excusing himself. Sofia continued her journey alone, each footstep carrying her closer to room number 909. 

Her heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty as she approached the door. It stood ajar, teasing her curiosity. Sofia hesitated for a moment, her hand reaching out to gingerly push the door open further. The wood creaked softly as if unveiling a secret it held 

within. 

As the door widened, a gasp escaped Sofia’s lips, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. There, before her, 

Leonardo and Evelyn were locked in an embrace, their bodies entwined.