The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

“Shut up and give me an honest opinion. I want to look my best on my wedding day,” Sofia playfully chided her husband, her giggle filling the room.

Leonardo took her request seriously and stood up, circling around her as he carefully observed every detail of the dress she was trying on. His glances swept all over her, contemplating her appearance intently.

“You should try something else. This looks very common, and…” he paused, searching for the right words, “… very simple. I want to see you in something more stylish. After all, the whole world is excited to attend and witness our wedding.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Sofia appreciated his candidness and smiled warmly at him. She decided to try another gown, one that was long-sleeved and backless, with a flared design and a long tail at the bottom. After changing into the new gown, she emerged from the trial room, waiting anxiously for Leonardo’s opinion.

“How about this?” she asked, holding her breath.

Leonardo took his time, scrutinizing her appearance for what seemed like an eternity before responding.

“No, angel, all these gowns are not made for you. You need to find something special, the most beautiful gown for our wedding. I think they don’t have one here. Let’s go. We will search somewhere else,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

The manager of the store, who had been standing behind Sofia, quickly ran towards Leonardo, trying to salvage the situation.

“Sir, please wait. I am going to show you the best collection in our store,” he pleaded, hoping to rectify the mistake.

Leonardo’s irritation was evident as he snapped at the manager in an intimidating voice, “What do you mean you will show us the best collection now? What were you doing until now? Just wasting our time?”

“I am sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I didn’t understand Ma’am’s preference, so I showed her those traditional gowns. If I had known she was looking for something different and stylish, I would have suggested the exclusive designer collection of our store,” the manager explained, realizing the gravity of his error. Sofia felt a pang of guilt, knowing that the manager had inadvertently offended Leonardo Morelli, who was not someone to be trifled with.

Leonardo confronted the trembling manager, his voice laced with a threatening intensity. “What did you think when you were showing my wife the worst dresses in your store? Do you not want to live anymore? Do you really want to end your miserable life over a wedding gown?” The manager cowered in fear, and Sofia couldn’t help but feel pity for him. She knew her husband had an intimidating personality, but she loved him nonetheless.

Sensing the need to intervene, Sofia stepped in, her delicate hand gently rubbing Leonardo’s shoulder to soothe his evident stress. “It’s okay, darling. Give him another chance,” she implored, trying to defuse the tension. Leonardo shot her a narrowed glance, aware of her intentions, but he chose to remain silent.

“Alright, Mr. Manager, show me some of your exclusive collection,” Sofia requested, trying to redirect the situation.

“Of course, ma’am. Thank you so much for giving me another chance. I have so many beautiful exclusive gowns,” the manager stammered, relieved by Sofia’s intervention. He quickly motioned to his staff, and they brought out the exquisite gowns to showcase in front of Sofia.

Among the array of options, Sofia’s eyes gleamed as she picked a white lace mermaid gown adorned with real diamonds on its sweetheart neckline. She tried it on and elegantly presented herself to Leonardo. This time, he couldn’t help but approve of her choice.

“That’s what I wanted from you. You look absolutely stunning in this,” Leonardo praised, causing Sofia to blush at his genuine admiration. His opinion was all that mattered to her, and she wanted to look her best for him on their special day. His gaze on her was so captivating that she couldn’t help but feel his unwavering attention, whether they were alone or in public.

As Leonardo insisted on selecting a black tuxedo for himself, Sofia had to venture into the men’s section of the boutique. After trying on several options, they finally settled on one that satisfied both of them. After all, with black being the dominant choice, it was a matter of finding the perfect style.

Next on the agenda was the selection of their wedding rings. Sofia opted for simple platinum bands, with each ring elegantly engraved with their names. On Sofia’s ring, Leonardo’s name was etched, and on Leonardo’s ring, Sofia’s name was beautifully inscribed. It was a symbol of their love and commitment to each other.

When they returned after the wedding ring selection, the wedding planner called them for a cake tasting. Leonardo’s birthday was next week, and they had to rush everything if they wanted to make it on time. The wedding planner was very cooperative and ready to work 24/7 when Sofia said she wanted it to coincide with Leonardo’s birthday.

When they went for the cake tasting, Sofia offered Leonardo to select a flavor for their wedding cake. He was so clueless.

He just scratched his nape and said, “It will be better if you decide. If I am selecting, I will go for wine and rum.”

And she rolled her eyes at his remark.

So she took matters into her own hands and went for a white chocolate cake with vanilla topping.

“So, baby girl, all the preparations are almost done. Now it’s time to decide where you want to go for our honeymoon,” Leonardo asked when they were home.

“But Leonardo, we already had our honeymoon, and I don’t want to travel while pregnant. It’s so uneasy. I felt nauseous all the time,” Sofia replied.

“We have a private jet where you won’t feel discomfort, and we will fly according to your schedule and with the doctor’s advice,” Leonardo stated, and she was amused to think how excited he was about going on honeymoon again, even if he was going to be a father.

“If you forgot, I would like to remind you that I am pregnant, and if you are thinking about having fun, you are mistaken, mister,” she reminded him.

He laughed at her remark, “You know me so well, baby girl. How can I resist myself? You are so hot and sexy. These pregnancy hormones make you look hot and more beautiful.” He said in his husky and deep voice.

She looked into his eyes, which darkened with desire in them. It flipped something inside her, and she was also turned on in anticipation as she knew what he would be thinking about their honeymoon.

“I can’t seem to control myself. I want to make love to you every hour of the day,” Leonardo confessed, causing her cheeks to flush crimson. She was sure she had turned as red as a ripe tomato.

“So, tell me, where do you want to go for our honeymoon?” he asked eagerly.

Sofia pondered for a few moments before replying, “Ummm… I want to go to Rovaniemi, Finland.”

“Yeah? Alright, baby girl, Rovaniemi it is,” he asserted with a smile.

Sofia anxiously watched the clock, counting down the minutes until midnight. Leonardo’s birthday was about to begin, and she had planned a special surprise for him. She couldn’t contain her excitement, knowing how much he would appreciate it. She had baked a delicious birthday cake and secretly decorated a part of the garden with the help of the house staff.

Leonardo had been busy with work, and after dinner, he headed straight to bed for a nap. Sofia eagerly waited for the clock to strike midnight.

With just five minutes left, she secretly messaged all the house staff through an app to ensure everything was in order. She then moved closer to Leonardo, leaning down to whisper sweetly in his ear, “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy Birthday, my darling husband. Happy Birthday to you…” Her soft singing roused him from his slumber. Leonardo smiled charmingly, his voice still husky from sleep, and replied, “Ummm… thank you, baby girl.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Her head rested on his shoulder, and her lips found a spot on the crook of his neck as he gently snuggled her. But there was one problem he started snoring.

“Oh no!” she panicked. Her surprise was at risk of being ruined.