Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

The treadmills they were on faced a glass wall, acting like a mirror. Isabella could see herself in the reflection: her flawless skin looked delicate and seemed to glow.

However, Isabella noticed her cheeks appeared a bit rounder than before; they used to be more tight. Was it because she gained weight?

Isabella rubbed her cheeks and increased her pace on the treadmill. She must control her diet and exercise more.

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In the evening, after finishing her workout, Isabella returned to the apartment and caught a whiff of a seafood aroma coming from the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, she found Lilly cooking seafood. “Welcome back, Isabella! How about a seafood feast tonight? Seafood is nutritious and doesn’t make you gain weight easily, perfect for your diet.”

Lilly was always considerate. Isabella loved seafood, but today, as she smelled it, her stomach twisted, and a nauseating feeling surged up. She rushed to the bathroom and threw up violently, expelling everything she ate today.

Afterward, Isabella rinsed her face, trying to clear her mind. She felt somewhat relieved.

Exiting the bathroom, the smell from the kitchen hit her again, making her stomach uneasy. Isabella hurried upstairs; at least she couldn’t smell the seafood there.

It was strange. Why did she suddenly find the seafood smell exceptionally fishy?

Even though the seafood was freshly air-flown, live and well-cooked-something she used to love-today, the smell made her want to vomit uncontrollably.

Was she getting sick?

Isabella shook her head; that couldn’t be. She felt fine when she didn’t smell it.

Isabella stayed in her room, chewing on a piece of gum. The minty flavor spread in her mouth, making her feel much better.

“Isabella, are you okay? Why did you come back to your room? Dinner is ready; come down and eat,” Lilly’s voice came from outside.

Thinking about how the seafood smell made her nauseous, Isabella doubted she could eat anything.

“Lilly, I’m not eating tonight; I’m on a diet.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not fat.”

“Could you prepare a mushroom soup for me? That’s all I’ll eat.”

“Okay,” Lilly didn’t push Isabella. “Even if you eat a little, it’s better than nothing.”

Lilly went to prepare the mushroom soup, and Isabella went downstairs. Looking at the table filled with king crab, lobster, and scallops, she had no appetite.

However, the good thing was that she no longer felt nauseous.

Soon, Emanuele returned. Seeing the lavish spread, he was satisfied. But looking at Isabella with only a mushroom soup in front of her, he couldn’t help but frown. “Isabella, have some seafood.”

He still had to help Isabella shell the crab and place the meat on her plate.

Isabella immediately declined, “I’m not eating; I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“But you have to eat a little, Isabella. You can’t compromise your health for the sake of losing weight.”

“I’ll just eat the mushrooms in front of me.”

But Emanuele still placed a crab leg in front of her, “Eat this piece, okay? Just this one.”

Seeing Emanuele so persistent, Isabella sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Fortunately, maybe her body was feeling better; she didn’t have the adverse reaction when she ate this piece of crab meat.

After finishing their meal, Emanuele was satisfied, and he took care of the leftovers.

Isabella stood up and headed upstairs, with Emanuele following. For some reason, thinking about last night’s experience made Isabella’s legs feel a bit weak.

It felt like Emanuele was going to initiate the same activities again.

Sure enough, as soon as they entered the room, Emanuele’s body couldn’t resist pressing against hers.

Isabella couldn’t help but push him away, “Can you not stick to me?”

“I want to be close to you.”

“I need to take a shower; I feel dirty.”

“Then let’s shower together.” Emanuele didn’t mind at all, grabbing Isabella and heading towards the bathroom. Conveniently, their bathtub was large enough for two.

Isabella had no strength to resist and allowed Emanuele to carry her into the bathroom. After turning on the water and filling the tub, Emanuele removed Isabella’s clothes and then his own. Finally, he embraced Isabella and entered the bathtub.

The warm and comfortable water made Isabella sigh in relief. She found herself in Emanuele’s arms, their bodies stacked together, and she was pressed against his chest.

“Isabella, let me help you wash.” Emanuele smiled and reached out to rub Isabella’s body. Although he said it was a bath, it felt more like teasing.

His rough palms touched her skin, causing goosebumps to appear uncontrollably. Emanuele massaged her body’s sensitive areas, and eventually, Isabella couldn’t help but gasp, succumbing to Emanuele’s control.

This man sometimes seemed like an animal in heat, always wanting her whenever he saw her.

Isabella had expected this outcome a long time ago. In reality, she enjoyed Emanuele’s proactive enthusiasm, his rough treatment of her. It heightened her desires to the peak.

Today, Isabella took the initiative as well. She changed her position, moving from leaning against Emanuele to facing him. She wrapped her legs around Emanuele’s waist and moved her body against his.

The bathroom filled with mist, and the sounds of passionate water echoed. Isabella felt like she might die in Emanuele’s arms.

Emanuele felt the same way. This little enchantress on his body, with endless charm, always fascinated him. No matter how many times he was with her, he felt a perpetual passion.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He reached out, caressing Isabella’s skin. The smooth touch, the soft feeling, Emanuele couldn’t help but say, “Isabella, do you really have to lose weight? I think you’re perfect as you are now. I don’t like too thin.”

Seeing Isabella eat so little tonight compared to how joyfully she used to eat, Emanuele felt a bit sorry for her.

“I’m already quite fat now. Look at my waist. If I get any fatter, I won’t have a waist.”

Isabella touched her stomach, feeling like it had grown larger than before. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt she had more flesh now.

But now, it looked plump.

Seeing Isabella doubting herself, Emanuele held her hand and kissed her cheek, “Isabella, I like you just the way you are now-neither too thin nor too fat. Don’t torment yourself, okay?”