The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Leonardo’s heart pounded in his chest as fear gripped him tightly. He had searched tirelessly for Sofia, but she remained elusive. Now, with his men by his side, they scoured every shop and store near the mall, desperately hoping to find any trace of her. His mind raced with worry, realizing that someone was after Sofia, someone who wanted her dead.

As Leonardo’s men fanned out in different directions, he felt a mix of frustration and anxiety building within him. He instructed them to inform him immediately if they discovered any sign of Sofia. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he prayed silently for her safety, his mind consumed by thoughts of the danger she could be facing.

Lost in his thoughts, Leonardo walked past a secluded corner when something caught his eye-a car parked nearby, its number plate bearing an unusual mark. His heart skipped a beat as he observed a group of individuals forcefully dragging Sofia toward the vehicle. Without a moment’s hesitation, he sprinted toward them, his determination fueling his speed. But they were swift, quickly jumping into the car and speeding away, taking Sofia with them.

“Fuck!!!” Leonardo shouted in a fit of anger and frustration.

He had missed them by mere inches, his breath ragged from the intense pursuit. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he dialed Mark’s number. With a single ring, Mark answered, sensing the urgency in Leonardo’s voice.

“Sofia is kidnapped,” Leonardo uttered, his voice filled with a mixture of rage and desperation.

“What? Boss, are you serious?” Mark replied, his shock evident.

“I want you to find them as soon as possible,” Leonardo commanded, his voice firm and determined. “If they so much as lay a finger on her, I won’t leave them alive. Is that clear?”

Mark attempted to respond, but the words faded into the background as Leonardo’s mind raced. He strained to think of who could be behind Sofia’s abduction and where they might have taken her. Anger burned within him, fueling his relentless pursuit to save his wife from whatever danger she faced.

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The goons ran the car at full speed, careening through the streets while Sofia remained clueless about their destination. The car screeched to a halt, and without any regard for her well-being, they forcefully dragged her out. Disoriented and frightened, Sofia stumbled as they pulled her towards a foreboding structure that resembled a desolate warehouse.

With a rough shove, they threw her into a dark, damp room. The echoes of their cruel laughter reverberated in her ears as they slammed the heavy door shut, leaving her trapped in the pitch-black space. Sofia’s heart raced with a mix of fear and confusion, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of her situation.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her arm as one of the goons injected her with a sedative. The world around her blurred, and her consciousness faded into darkness once again.

When Sofia finally regained consciousness, her surroundings were no less bleak. She found herself lying on the cold, hard floor of the dimly lit room. Her hands and legs were bound tightly, rendering her immobile. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to sit up, only to be met with the stark reality of her restraints. Her attempts to escape proved futile, intensifying her feelings of helplessness.

In that moment of despair, Sofia’s thoughts turned to prayer. She pleaded with all her heart for divine intervention, desperately hoping that some form of salvation would find its way to her. She couldn’t fathom why she had been targeted, why she had been forcibly taken to this ominous place. The answers eluded her, leaving her with a deep sense of confusion and dread.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Sofia anxiously awaited her fate. She knew that nobody would willingly pay a ransom for her release. She felt a chilling realization settling in: there was no one coming to save her. The weight of her vulnerability bore down on her, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She felt the overwhelming grip of helplessness tighten around her, threatening to consume her entirely.

Then, with a creak, the door swung open, revealing the figure of the menacing man who had orchestrated her abduction. His presence sent shivers down Sofia’s spine, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

Sofia’s eyes widened with fear as the man’s chilling words echoed in her ears.

“So, you woke up? Good for you. The boss will be coming to meet you, and then your fate will be decided, whether you will live or die,” he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. His smirk sent shivers down her spine, and she could sense the impending danger that awaited her.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He moved closer, closing the distance between them, and forcefully gripped her chin, his touch rough and unsettling.

Leaning in, his face mere inches away from hers, he whispered with a threatening tone, “Until my boss comes, my boys will have fun with you. You better cooperate with us, or your death will be more painful.”

Sofia’s eyes widened further, her mind reeling with horrifying possibilities. What did he mean? What were they planning to do to her? She desperately wanted to ask, to plead for mercy, but her mouth was sealed shut, rendering her voiceless.

His touch lingered, his fingers grazing her cheek before he finally released her. Stepping back, he gestured to the other men in the room, who had been silently observing the exchange. Sofia’s heart sank as she watched them approach, their intentions clear and sinister.

Men of varying builds and demeanors closed in on her, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of anticipation. Fear gripped her entire being as she became surrounded by their menacing presence. She could feel their gazes on her, their intentions palpable in the air.

Sofia’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, for any sliver of hope in this nightmare. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Trapped, bound, and unable to defend herself, she braced herself for what lay ahead, silently praying for someone to come to her rescue.

She was horrified as they lunged at her. She was desperate to shout, but her lips were sealed. Very soon, their hands were everywhere on her. They started touching her everywhere. She felt so dirty and bad. She wanted to scream, but her voice was muffled inside the tape. She wanted to punch and kick. But her hands and legs were tied. They were assaulting a helpless girl, and they called themselves men.

She shouted in my mind, ‘Don’t touch me, you monsters, let me go.’

But no one was able to hear her. She prayed in her mind to God to please send someone to save her. She didn’t want to die like this.

It would be better if they killed me rather than do dirty things to me. She cried to God.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was thrashing her body and head to dodge herself. But they had no effect. They just kept touching her. Suddenly, a man started ripping her dress from the front. She squeezed her eyes tightly and just prayed that she had died at that moment before they would do anything.