Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

After Evelyn was discharged, she invited Isabella to celebrate at her and Pippo’s apartment.

“Isabella, you’ve never been to our place. Come on, let’s go to the supermarket, buy some supplies, and then celebrate at my place.”

So the three of them headed to the supermarket, bought lots of food, and Evelyn even got a bottle of wine for the celebration later.

Evelyn and Pippo rented an apartment near the hospital in the city center. It wasn’t high-end, but it had a good location, the kind of place that the middle class would rent.

Once they entered, Evelyn immediately flopped onto the sofa, exclaiming, “Oh my God, I feel like it’s been ages since I came back here!”

Isabella observed Evelyn’s apartment. Evelyn hadn’t lived here before; she used to live with her parents. After starting a relationship with Pippo, she moved here.

There wasn’t much inside the apartment, but everything was neatly arranged. It was evident that the owner valued cleanliness.

The apartment wasn’t large, not even half the size of Isabella’s, but it felt incredibly warm due to careful decoration.

It was clear that Evelyn and Pippo were living with attention to detail.

“Isabella, feel free to sit. Pippo and I will go to the kitchen for a bit.”

In reality, they didn’t need to do much. They had bought pizza, roasted chicken, beef rolls, things that could easily be heated in the microwave.

Soon, they laid out a table full of dishes. Evelyn couldn’t help but sigh, “If only Emanuele could join us. He’s so robust; he’d surely eat a lot.”

Evelyn had only met Emanuele once, and at that time, she had just woken up and wasn’t very clear-headed. Still, she felt that he had a powerful aura.

But he had treated her with kindness, probably because she was Isabella’s friend. This completely changed Evelyn’s opinion of Emanuele.

Unexpectedly, he was different from what she had imagined. She had thought he was a ruthless killer, but upon closer contact, he seemed more approachable.

Seeing Isabella with him, they made a great pair, and Evelyn completely set her mind at ease.

Evelyn casually made the comment, but for Isabella and Pippo, it held a completely different meaning.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella thought about her argument with Emanuele, how he avoided her by not returning to the apartment. It made her a bit melancholic. What kind of liking was that? Whenever they argued, he acted this way. She couldn’t believe Emanuele liked her.

As for Pippo, his gaze fell on the apartment walls. If Emanuele came, would he notice anything? No, he shouldn’t. Isabella didn’t want Evelyn to worry about her affairs, so she smiled at her, “He’s too busy with work, no time to come over.”

And she knew Emanuele didn’t like to eat this kind of food – junk, as he would call it.

“That’s a shame,” Evelyn said, tearing a piece of bacon and cheese pizza and taking a bite.

They chatted while eating. Though there were only three of them, the gathering was exceptionally pleasant.

It was not until seven in the evening that Isabella left their apartment.

Tony and the others were waiting for her at the door.

Before leaving, Isabella shared a lingering hug with Evelyn.

“Isabella, I’ll come over to your place sometime. Emanuele won’t mind, right?” Evelyn had heard that Isabella lived in the most luxurious apartment in their area and was curious to see such a lavish place.

“Don’t worry, he won’t mind,” Isabella reassured.

The weather was getting colder, and the evening temperature was lower than during the day. As Isabella stepped out of the apartment, a gust of wind forced her to tighten her coat.

The streets were sparsely populated. Isabella got into her car, and soon, the engine roared to life.

“Tony, do you know if Emanuele will be back at the apartment today?” Isabella suddenly asked Tony.

“I don’t know,” Tony replied. As a bodyguard, he was aware of the subtle tension between Isabella and Emanuele. To be on the safe side, he thought it best not to say too much.

“Let’s not go back to the apartment. Head to Emanuele’s office,” Isabella ordered.

“Ma’am…” Tony hesitated, “Why not go home?”

“I want to see him,” Isabella said, deciding to grab a steak and pasta on the way to Emanuele.

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Lombardi Group office.

Emanuele, seeing the woman suddenly appearing before him, furrowed his brows. “How did you end up here?”

Before him stood a woman in a red dress, with long black hair and striking features. She looked angry. “I heard you got married? When did that happen? You didn’t even inform me.”

“I didn’t think it was necessary to inform you,” Emanuele replied calmly, contrasting with the anger of the woman in front of him.

This woman was Karen Reid, the daughter of the retired Bratva boss. Spoiled by her parents and brothers, Karen had inexplicably appeared before him.

Emanuele felt troubled; she shouldn’t be here.

“Who did you marry? It’s not anyone I know. Perhaps someone not from our world, or I wouldn’t be in the dark about it.”

Karen had been staying on a small island for health reasons and had almost no contact with the outside world. She didn’t know about the significant events that had occurred. Upon hearing about Emanuele’s marriage, she rushed over.

She had been waiting for Emanuele to marry her. How could she wait and then find out he married another woman?

She was the princess of Bratva; besides her, did Emanuele have a better option for marriage?

“You don’t need to worry about that, Karen. You should go back. Your parents and brothers will be worried about you.”

“No, you should marry me. I strongly advise you to immediately dissolve your marriage with that woman!” Karen said angrily.

At that moment, the door opened, and Isabella walked in, followed by a resigned-looking Phillip.

Seeing the scene, Phillip instinctively closed his eyes. He had intended to stop his wife, knowing Miss Reid was inside, but she seemed furious, and he couldn’t stop her.

Isabella pushed open the door and was surprised to see Emanuele talking to a woman. The woman had an excellent figure, was alluring, and leaned against Emanuele’s desk. Their relationship seemed quite close.

Suddenly, a bitter feeling welled up in Isabella. Could it be that Emanuele hadn’t returned to the apartment in these days because he was involved with another woman?