Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella found herself enveloped in Emanuele’s arms, and his strength was overwhelming, leaving her unable to move. She felt firmly controlled, forced to endure Emanuele’s intense kiss.

She could only intermittently plead, “No… Emanuele, please, don’t do this to me…”

But her words were swallowed by Emanuele.

Emanuele’s hands continued to roam over Isabella’s body, slipping inside her clothes, caressing her skin, causing Isabella to gradually weaken.

However, even though Isabella’s body was yielding, rationality still rejected the situation. Tears fell from her eyes, and she whispered, “Emanuele, please…”

She could only implore him not to touch her when she felt so distressed; it would only make her more sorrowful.

Tears fell onto Isabella’s lips, and Emanuele tasted the saltiness of her tears.

Emanuele paused, realizing that Isabella was genuinely heartbroken.

He released Isabella, observing her deeply saddened face. He rarely saw Isabella this melancholic. The last time she appeared so sorrowful was when she learned of Sophia’s death.

And now, Isabella seemed equally devastated, because of him…

This realization made Emanuele feel a painful throbbing in his heart, as if it had been struck by a stone.

“I’m sorry, Isabella. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control myself…” Emanuele took the initiative to apologize. He didn’t intend to upset her like this. The anger he felt earlier, when Isabella mentioned divorce, clouded his judgment, leading to an irrational act.

This wasn’t his intention. Seeing Isabella so heartbroken, Emanuele couldn’t help but curse himself.

He had to admit that, in certain aspects, he didn’t handle things well. Sometimes, when emotions flared, he found it challenging to consider others’ feelings. Watching Isabella in such sorrow, Emanuele felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

The guilt hit him like waves, threatening to knock him down.

Isabella cried for a while before gradually calming down. At this moment, she didn’t want to talk to Emanuele. She felt her dignity shattered, and the sense of humiliation made her uncomfortable.

Perhaps she should reconsider her relationship with Emanuele.

If it was just a game between them, she surrendered. Would Emanuele divorce her?

At this moment, Isabella suddenly felt that the idea of divorce emerged and couldn’t be erased from her mind. She might really divorce Emanuele.

However, she needed to calm down now. Her mind was blank and chaotic. She needed to clear her thoughts.

Isabella pushed Emanuele away. “I’m tired. I need to rest.”

Emanuele, however, held Isabella’s hand. “I’ll go back with you.”

“Don’t you still have work to handle? You’ve been busy these days. Focus on your work in the office so that the responsibilities won’t fall on me later.”

“Isabella, I’m not the person you think I am.” Emanuele tried hard to restrain his emotions. He had lost count of how many times he had been angry today. Isabella always found ways to provoke him, making him want to strangle her.

But he liked her. How could he bear to strangle her?

“It’s okay; I’m not very busy lately.”

Emanuele persisted in accompanying Isabella back.

Isabella glanced at Emanuele, impatience evident in her eyes. “Can’t you understand what I’m saying? I don’t want to be with you right now. I need to go home, calm down, and I think our relationship needs some time. You’ve been constantly overpowering me, and it makes me uncomfortable.”

Even though she had been eagerly missing Emanuele these past few days, meeting him now felt worse than not seeing him at all.

She hadn’t expected that today, of all days, two distressing events would occur.

Isabella’s words finally calmed Emanuele down. He looked at her with sorrowful eyes, wanting to say something, but seeing Isabella’s icy gaze, he restrained himself.

“Fine, be careful on your way,” Emanuele managed to hold back, not forcing her.

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Eventually, Emanuele escorted Isabella downstairs, instructing Tony to take care of her.

He watched Isabella leave in the SUV, lighting a cigarette, unable to resist a smoke.

Although work wasn’t particularly busy during this time, there were still some minor and major issues that required his attention. Also, due to the earlier argument with Isabella, Emanuele had stayed in the office to handle work. His office spanned several floors, with a designated area for relaxation, similar to his apartment-comfortable and well-furnished.

Phillip approached Emanuele and said, “Boss, I apologize. I did try to stop her when the lady came, but I couldn’t.”

Emanuele glanced at Phillip, his expression full of sarcasm. “You tell me, with the salary I give you every month, what exactly can you do?”

Emanuele’s cold words made Phillip not dare to look up. He felt a chill running down his spine.

Oh God, he thought he had tried his best. Yet, compared to the esteemed lady, he was just Emanuele’s assistant. If she wanted to come in, how could he stop her? Later, when Isabella complained that he disrespected her, he would be unfairly accused.

“I don’t have that authority,” Phillip said in a low voice. “I was afraid the lady would think my role as an assistant had too much power and dislike you even more.”

Oh! He was a genius at speaking. He managed to shift the blame onto himself.

Emanuele looked at him, extended his hand, and patted his shoulder. His grip was strong, making Phillip feel his shoulder sink.

“Phillip, your emotional intelligence needs improvement, but I won’t blame you. You haven’t experienced love, but I hope you make progress in the future.”

“Yes, Boss.” Relieved that Emanuele didn’t blame him, Phillip sighed.

He thought it had nothing to do with his lack of love experience. He had plenty of one-night stands; it just hadn’t progressed to the point of real love. But he did understand women.

Clearly, it was Emanuele who mishandled the relationship. He pushed it onto him, making Phillip realize he needed to learn to understand a woman’s psychology to deal with such situations.

Isabella, after leaving Emanuele’s office, remained silent on the way back. She returned to the apartment, locked herself in her room, and took a moment to cool down.

During her shower, she reflected on what happened this evening. Not much had happened, but Karen’s appearance had felt threatening. Emanuele’s subsequent disrespect had triggered Isabella’s emotions.