Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Pippo caressed Evelyn’s cheek, watching her crumbling appearance. For some reason, the more Evelyn fell apart, the more excited Pippo became.

“You, of course, wouldn’t know, Evelyn. You just need to provide me with the information you know.”

Just then, Evelyn’s phone rang. It was her phone, but now Pippo had control over it.

Pippo looked at the photo Isabella had sent, sharing her daily life with Evelyn, unaware that someone else was now on the other end.

“Evelyn, Isabella has shared a lot of her daily life with you. Do you want to take a look?”

Pippo placed the phone in front of Evelyn, showing Isabella’s lunch, looking exquisite and delicious.

Evelyn reached out to snatch her phone back; she wanted to tell Isabella about everything happening to her. However, as her hand touched the phone, Pippo took it back.

Evelyn watched helplessly as Pippo pocketed her phone.

“Pippo, that’s my phone. Please give it back.”

She needed to tell Isabella everything; she was in danger. If Isabella continued sending messages, Pippo would surely capture something from them. She didn’t understand Pippo’s motives, but she could feel it was related to Isabella.

Isabella was her best friend, and Evelyn wouldn’t allow her to be harmed. But with her phone confiscated and herself locked in the room, injected with drugs and weak all over, Evelyn didn’t know what to do.

Was she going to watch her friend fall into danger? Unable to do anything against this man who was hurting her?

Evelyn stared at Pippo, her eyes filled with anger. However, even so, to Pippo, Evelyn now looked like a little cat – appearing fierce but lacking the ability to harm anyone.

Pippo lowered his head and planted a kiss on Evelyn’s forehead. “I’m going to work, Evelyn. Stay at home.”

Pippo left, closing the door again, the sound of it being locked echoing. Evelyn frowned; Pippo was indeed a very cautious person. Even with her strength depleted, he still locked the door, preventing her from escaping.

Evelyn couldn’t help but sneer. Her face was filled with sorrow. How happy she was with Pippo before, and now, how sad she felt.

She never expected that the man she had liked for so long would turn out to be like this.

She regretted not opening her eyes earlier. She thought he was a gentle man, caring for colleagues in the hospital and willingly doing housework at home. Even her parents thought Pippo was a man worth marrying.

Who would have thought that his gentle and caring demeanor was just a disguise? In reality, this man was a demon.

Emanuele, the head of the Mafia, didn’t scare her, but Pippo…

Thinking of this, Evelyn suddenly shivered. Could it be that Pippo, by approaching her and wanting to harm Isabella, was actually targeting Emanuele?

She wasn’t a part of the Mafia world, but she had heard too much about their tit-for-tat dealings, whether it was street fights or covert assassinations.

During this time, when Isabella mentioned danger, was it related to Pippo? She thought such things were far from her life. Later, Isabella’s mother married the former head of the Mafia, and now Isabella herself married the current Mafia boss. Until now, it seemed she had also attracted the attention of a potential enemy of Emanuele.

Evelyn examined the room’s layout. This was one of the guest rooms in their apartment, unoccupied until now. However, she couldn’t go anywhere. Pippo was too cautious, and her only chance was when he visited her at night.

Isabella remained oblivious to Evelyn’s current situation. They shared every day, and Evelyn replied regularly. Sometimes, Isabella felt Evelyn’s tone was strange, reminiscent of when Evelyn messaged her during her trip with Pippo – calm, lacking emotion, nothing like the carefree Evelyn.

Despite this, Evelyn responded to everything Isabella said, even about their shared memories. Isabella was puzzled; what was going on?

Today, Evelyn once again invited her out. “Isabella, I’ve quit my job at the hospital recently. Pippo is very busy with work, comes home late every day, and I feel lonely in the apartment. Can you come and see me?”

Isabella immediately responded, “What happened? What’s going on?”

“I can’t explain it all at once, Isabella. I want to talk to you face-to-face. I feel a bit unwell physically, and my mood is low. Isabella, I really want to see you.”

Isabella felt her heart being lifted by Evelyn’s words. Why was Evelyn having issues when her health had already recovered? Isabella was surprised, eager to meet Evelyn immediately.

However, considering her own unsafe environment, Isabella frowned. What should she do? She wanted to see Evelyn, but with her current situation and having a child, was there a risk? Could it bring danger to Evelyn?

Yet, if she didn’t go, Evelyn’s condition didn’t seem good either. Thinking it over, Isabella decided to discuss it with Emanuele. She wanted to hear his thoughts and judgment. If there was no problem, she would go to Evelyn. Although there were risks in traveling at this time, her best friend was in urgent need, and Emanuele thought she should take care of her friend’s emotions.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella explained the situation to Emanuele, who was in his office, looking at the map, trying to track William’s movements. It was strange; sometimes William seemed to vanish into thin air. After going in, he disappeared, but they had investigated all the bars and hotels – nothing abnormal, all legitimate businesses, with the backgrounds of the owners clean.

This puzzled Emanuele. How did William disappear so mysteriously? His whereabouts were too elusive. No wonder it took him so long to discover William’s presence in Chicago.

Thinking of this, Emanuele became angry. William must be planning something, continuing to scheme in secret and attempting to take over the whole of Chicago.

Emanuele decided he wouldn’t let William’s plan succeed. Just then, he received a call from Isabella, saying she wanted to visit Evelyn.

Emanuele immediately refused, “Isabella, I think you should stay in the apartment. It’s best not to go anywhere.”