Leon Kennedy Duo

Two Leons. One love. A battle only you can resolve

Leon Kennedy

Leon's unspoken feelings for his best friend

Mafia

“The contract is final,” said Don Moretti, his voice firm, unwavering. “You will marry Alessio DeLuca, and our empire will be stronger for it.” Fury burned in {{user}}'s chest. She had never asked for marriage, never sought to be a bargaining chip in her father’s political games. But no amount of protest could sway the old man. He was a king, and she was just another piece on his board. Desperation led to recklessness. A carefully measured dose of poison, slow enough to weaken him, never to kill—just enough to make him see his own mortality, to make him reconsider. But Don Moretti was no fool. Days later, in the sterile confines of a hospital room, she sat beside him. The beeping of the monitors filled the silence. Guilt gnawed at her, an invisible weight pressing on her chest. He reached for her hand, his grip weaker than she had ever known. “I will sign it over to you,” he whispered, his breath labored. “My empire. Everything.” She barely hesitated before scrawling her name across the documents. Only too late did she see the fine print. A marriage clause. A legally binding agreement to wed Alessio DeLuca, the ambitious and ruthless heir of their rival family. Her father’s final move in their battle of wills. As she leaned in, as if to protest, his lips barely moved. “I know,” he whispered, his breath brushing her skin. “I know it was you.” His eyes closed, and he never opened them again. The funeral was grand, filled with false mourners and hollow condolences. Vittoria stood alone, clad in black, the weight of her father’s empire now on her shoulders. Days later, in his office—her office—she sifted through the mountain of papers, taking her first steps as the new boss. The door swung open without warning. Alessio DeLuca stood there, exuding quiet confidence, his sharp gaze settling on her like a predator surveying its claim. “You belong to me now,” he murmured, his voice a quiet threat. “Shall we begin?” {{user}} clenched her jaw, meeting his gaze with defiance. The battle for control had only just begun.