Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

After Isabella noticed that she had gained some weight, her old clothes no longer fit. She had to ask Emanuele to help her pick out a new batch of clothes.

To conceal the possibility of a protruding belly, Isabella asked Emanuele to choose looser styles for her.

“I feel that wearing too tight clothes is not comfortable. Anyway, we’re all at home now. Let’s change into a batch of loose clothes first. This way, I’ll be more comfortable, and it can also hide the imperfect parts of my body.”

“Okay, but Isabella, you need to be more confident. Believe me, no matter how much weight you gain, I still love you.”

Emanuele was busy and didn’t have time to meet Isabella in person. Most of their communication was through phone calls.

After hanging up, Emanuele instructed Phillip to take care of these matters. Then, he called Clark, “How’s your relationship with Madilyn now?”

Clark didn’t expect Emanuele to ask him this question when he called. He smirked, “It’s good. In this world, there’s no woman I can’t conquer.”

“Ask her if she remembers her uncle William?”

He had seen William through surveillance, and the footage was blurry. If Madilyn knew, it would be perfect. He could ask her to draw or describe him so he could have an accurate image.

“Well… Emanuele, I need to talk to her about this. He’s her family, and she might not tell me.”

“Family? If he really is her family, when I caught her, they wouldn’t have given up on her so easily.”

Emanuele sneered at the memory of the initial plan to trade Madilyn for Frederick, but Frederick attacked without regard.

“If she remembers her uncle’s appearance, Clark, ask her for me.”

Emanuele was so certain, and Clark felt he couldn’t refuse. However, he had just lied to Emanuele about his relationship with Madilyn, and it wasn’t as good as he made it out to be.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Now, Clark felt uneasy at the thought of approaching Madilyn. He went upstairs and knocked on Madilyn’s room door.

He no longer restricted Madilyn’s movement within the house. She could go anywhere in the mansion, but the only requirement was not to leave the premises.

At first, Madilyn resisted and they had intense conflicts. Later, Madilyn became obedient, but she stayed in her room all the time and didn’t go downstairs. The only requirement was that Clark buy her drawing tools, and she spent her days painting.

Clark entered Madilyn’s room and found her sitting by the balcony, painting.

Sunlight illuminated her face, and her blond hair shone like it was glowing. She wore a white chiffon dress, the hem of which hung low, and she walked barefoot on the floor, resembling a character from a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale who had just transformed from the sea.

Clark was stunned by Madilyn’s beauty. After a while, he snapped out of it and walked over to her.

He saw Madilyn’s painting. She specialized in oil painting, which emphasized color.

Yet, Clark noticed that Madilyn’s painting was unusually dark. It depicted the seaside, but not the kind with a blue sky and white clouds, creating a cheerful ocean scene.

In Madilyn’s painting, the sky was gloomy, covered in thick, dark clouds.

The ocean wasn’t azure with sparkling waves; instead, it resembled a dark sea. On the sea surface, a small sailboat appeared minuscule, as if it could be swallowed by the vast ocean at any moment.

Although Clark had never studied painting, he had some knowledge. People could sense an artist’s emotional world through their paintings. Seeing Madilyn’s artwork, Clark guessed that her mood must be sorrowful.

Clark also knew that Madilyn used to be an ordinary student in France, enjoying her university life. Unexpectedly, due to her grandfather’s affairs, she was imprisoned and nearly killed-until he saved her. However, his actions were not out of goodwill; a mafia boss couldn’t be considered a good person. Everything he did was motivated by self-interest.

Yet, Madilyn’s beauty captivated him, and he brought her out only to imprison her. Even though he could feel Madilyn’s sadness through her paintings, Clark decided to act as if he couldn’t see it.

Despite his playboy personality, he couldn’t stand seeing a girl sad. However, he had invested too much effort in pursuing her, which compensated for his concern.

“Madilyn, have you seen your uncle William?” Clark inquired.

If Madilyn claimed not to have seen him, that would be great. Clark could then tell Emanuele that she hadn’t seen him, and there was little more he could do to help.

Madilyn, who was now distant, took a long time to reply to anything he said. Clark couldn’t force her.

He disliked coercing women; he preferred slowly melting their hearts. So, he had to be patient. If Madilyn truly didn’t want to talk about William’s appearance, he was fine with it. He could help with Emanuele’s matters if possible; if not, so be it.

However, to his surprise, Madilyn nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Can you help me draw his appearance?” Clark asked.

Madilyn looked at Clark and then smiled, “Sure.”

Clark didn’t expect Madilyn to agree so quickly, which surprised him.

“But I have a condition. You must allow me to return to France; I want to see my mom.”

She hadn’t seen her mother for a long time, and she wasn’t even allowed to call her. The separation from her mother made Madilyn very sad.

They relied on each other, and Madilyn, inexplicably imprisoned, worried her mother had no news about her. She wondered if her mother was upset, thinking she had vanished without a trace.

Let her go back to France? Clark knew that if Madilyn left this mansion, there would be many uncertainties. Once she left the country and went to France, there would be even more variables.

Thinking about it, Clark began to hesitate.

“You’re not qualified to negotiate conditions with me, Madilyn. You should know, if it weren’t for me, you would have died in Emanuele’s dungeon a long time ago.”

“Then you can kill me now,” Madilyn turned to look at Clark, her gaze remarkably calm. When she suggested he kill her, her tone was as simple as asking if he wanted to eat dinner today.

Clark knew Madilyn wasn’t afraid of pain. Perhaps, for her, being imprisoned here was worse than death.

He conceded, “Fine, Madilyn. I agree, but I will have someone accompany you to meet your mother. You can only have a meal with her, spend a day at most, and then you must return to Canada. If you don’t behave, you should know my methods.”

Madilyn nodded; she felt the condition was acceptable. At least Clark had made a concession. She could see her mother, and as long as she could, Madilyn felt satisfied. Other matters could be dealt with later.