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Leaning closer, Leonardo caressed Sofia’s cheeks, his voice filled with urgency and worry. “Are you okay, Sofia? Please say something,” he pleaded, his eyes searching for any sign of her well–being. 

Sofia tried to speak, but her throat constricted with 

emotion. Tears streamed down her face relentlessly, and she struggled to control her sobs. She pressed her lips tightly together, fighting against the urge to break down completely. 

She gathered the front of her torn dress in her hands, her eyes filled with pain. Leonardo’s face reflected the same anguish as he hugged her tightly. 

“I am so sorry, Sofia. I am late. I couldn’t protect you when they were kidnapping you. Please forgive me,” Leonardo whispered, his voice heavy with regret and pain. 

He continued repeating his apologies, his voice laden with guilt. Sofia wanted to assure him that it wasn’t his fault, but her voice refused to escape her throat. Though she longed to reciprocate the embrace, she stood still, allowing him to hold her close and whisper his remorse into her ears. 

Mark approached Leonardo and handed him his jacket. Leonardo gratefully accepted it and gently wrapped it around Sofia’s trembling form. 

“Can you walk?” Leonardo’s eyes watched her with concern, and something very delicate mixed in it. 

Sofia could only manage a nod in response. Leonardo wrapped his arms around her shoulder, offering support, 

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and guided her towards the door. However, as she took a step forward, her weakened state caused her to stumble. She was on the verge of collapsing to the floor, but Leonardo reacted swiftly, slipping his arm around her waist and catching her before she could hit the ground. 

With utmost care, he lifted her up into his arms, cradling her gently, and began making his way toward the door. The weight of Sofia in his embrace did nothing to deter him as he focused on ensuring her safety. 

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As Leonardo and Sofia finally arrived at their car, Mark, their trusted friend, hurriedly opened the door for them. Leonardo, with the utmost care, guided Sofia to the backseat, ensuring her comfort. He settled beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and gently pulled her closer to him. Sofia leaned her head against his chest, finding solace in his touch. 

Throughout the drive, Leonardo continued to stroke Sofia’s hair, his fingers gliding through the soft strands. His voice, filled with tenderness and concern, whispered comforting words into her ears like a soothing melody. 

“It’s okay, Sofia,” Leonardo murmured softly. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. They can’t hurt you anymore. No one can harm you. I’ll protect you with everything I have.” 

His voice was laced with determination, a promise that he intended to keep. As he spoke, it seemed as though he was not just comforting Sofia but also reassuring himself. 

Sofia remained silent throughout the drive, her thoughts swirling in her mind like a turbulent storm. She gazed out of the car window, watching the passing landscape without. truly seeing it. Leonardo asked after every minute as if he couldn’t get enough of hearing that she was okay. His heart was thumping loud beneath her head. 

Every time Leonardo asked a question, Sofia nodded 

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without uttering a word. The weight of her emotions prevented her from finding the right words to express her inner turmoil. As they continued on the journey, Sofia’s exhaustion started to take its toll. Fatigue seeped into her bones, and she couldn’t fight the weariness any longer. 

Unable to keep her eyes open, Sofia closed them, surrendering herself to the embrace of sleep. Time passed, and the car journey transitioned into a hazy blur for her. The next thing Sofia knew, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying on a hotel room bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to recall how she got there. 

As she shifted on the bed, moving the covers away, finding she was naked. Shock coursed through her veins, and she quickly clutched the covers, pulling them up to cover her body. Panic began to creep into her voice. 

“Why… Why am I lying naked on the bed?” she whispered to herself. 

The room was quiet, and Sofia’s mind raced to comprehend the situation. Her memory seemed like fragments of 

shattered glass. 

Sofia’s heart raced as she heard the sound of the door 

creak open. Her eyes widened, and she held her breath, her body tense with anticipation. Leonardo stepped into the room, engrossed in a conversation on his phone. His voice echoed in the quiet space, the words indecipherable to Sofia’s ears. 

As his gaze fell upon her, a wave of relief washed over Leonardo’s face. He quickly ended the call, placing his 

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phone on the nearby table, and rushed towards her. Concern etched deep lines on his forehead. 

“You woke up, baby. How are you feeling?” Leonardo’s voice was filled with genuine worry as he sat down beside her on the bed. 

He reached out his hand, hoping to offer her comfort. Sofia instinctively shrank back, pulling the covers up to her neck, clutching them tightly in her trembling fists. 

Confusion clouded Leonardo’s eyes as he registered Sofia’s reaction. His brows furrowed, and he searched her face for 

answers. 

“What happened, Baby girl? Why are you still scared? I told you no one could harm you.” His voice trembled with a mix of pain and guilt, his words pleading for her understanding. 

Sofia swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts to find her voice amidst the turmoil within. She met Leonardo’s gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. It took a moment before she could finally find the strength to speak. 

“Why am I lying naked on the bed?” she questioned, her voice barely audible, as if afraid of the answer. 

She looked towards him, her eyes searching for an explanation, his eyes meeting hers. 

“Your dress was dirty,” he replied, his voice strained. “And I didn’t want you to sleep with some bad memories.” His expression tightened while letting out the last two. She 

wanted to understand, to untangle the knots in her mind, but he seemed reluctant to offer any further explanation. 

“Listen!” He reached out to touch her cheek, an instinctive attempt to bridge the growing emotional distance between them. But she flinched, moving away from his touch. 

Furrow deepened between his brows as he persisted, his tone laced with impatience, “Sofia. What’s wrong? Talk to 

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Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination as she asked the burning question that had been haunting her thoughts. “Who are you?” 

As the words escaped her quivering lips, a furrow appeared on his forehead, betraying a sense of confusion. He seemed taken aback by her inquiry. 

“What do you mean?” he retorted, his voice tinged with at touch of defensiveness. “You know very well who I am.” 

She shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. 

“No, I don’t know you,” she replied, her voice laden with a heavy heart. “I thought you were heartless and ruthless, yes. But I never thought, even in my worst nightmares, that you could be capable of taking someone’s life.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in silent streams of pain and betrayal. The revelation shook her to her very core. 

At that moment, his face underwent a stark transformation.