Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

The atmosphere inside the apartment was tense. What should have been a warm and lively place was now filled only with anxiety and coldness.

Emanuele had already arranged for his men to investigate. He didn’t want to sit idle. Whenever any clues emerged, he made sure to be the first to investigate.

He had prioritized this matter as his top mission. Rocco also became aware of the situation and flew in from Italy. Now, he and Isidoro were present in his apartment with Emanuele.

“I wasn’t planning to tell you,” Emanuele said, looking at Rocco. Rocco had married Grazia, making him a part of the family, so asking for his help was reasonable.

However, Grazia was pregnant now, with only two months left until the child’s birth. If something dangerous happened while Rocco was here, he felt he would be letting Grazia down.

“Emanuele, it’s okay. I won’t come over. I’ll wait in the apartment for you. It’s just that Grazia is very worried about you, so she asked me to come and check. I also brought some men with me, and they are all under your command. They are my most elite subordinates,” Rocco said.

Emanuele patted Rocco’s shoulder. “Thank you, Rocco.”

Meanwhile, Isidoro was responsible for relaying the intelligence he had gathered to Emanuele, working alongside him in the battle.

William wasn’t as difficult to deal with as Frederick. When they entered Frederick’s stronghold, it was filled with his subordinates. Now, those people had been taken care of, leaving only William. However, even with just one William, he was not easy to handle, especially with Isabella in his hands.

The thought of Isabella being captured by that bastard, her hair cut off, filled Emanuele with anger and a hint of fear. He was genuinely worried about Isabella and what cruel actions William might subject her to.

Thinking of Phillip, if he hadn’t managed to escape, he would likely have been cruelly tortured to death by William. And Isabella, such a delicate woman… Emanuele couldn’t bear to imagine it. Though she had strength within her, in the face of a powerful enemy, she was also fragile. If she were tortured, she would undoubtedly feel pain, cry, collapse, and not be able to endure it.

The more Emanuele thought about this, the more distressed he became. At that moment, all he wanted was to find Isabella as soon as possible.

Just then, James messaged Emanuele: “Emanuele, we’ve found people coming in and out of an abandoned warehouse. It seems suspicious.”

“Keep watch quietly. I’m on my way,” Emanuele immediately responded. He had a feeling that Isabella must be there. After all, the presence of people in an abandoned warehouse, especially within their defined area, likely meant that William was there.

With this in mind, Emanuele quickly put on a bulletproof vest, checked his handguns, machine guns, and prepared to depart with his team.

Rocco watched Emanuele leave and patted his shoulder. “Be careful. Don’t let William get to you. He’s a very clever and cunning person.”

Suddenly, he thought of his late wife. Although he didn’t particularly like Isabella, she was his wife’s best friend and the woman Emanuele loved the most. He didn’t want anything to happen to her.

The feeling of losing a loved one is unbearable. Rocco had experienced it once and still remembered the heart-wrenching pain. He didn’t want Emanuele to go through the same. After all, not long ago, he had lost his father, stepmother, and brother-in-law.

If he were to lose the woman he loved the most, Emanuele might just lose his mind. Emanuele nodded, understanding Rocco’s unspoken concern.

Before leaving, he lit a cigarette to try and keep himself as calm as possible. But just then, Emanuele’s phone rang. It was a message from William’s number.

“Congratulations, Emanuele. You’ve become a father. The child in Isabella’s belly is quite big now, a girl. When Isabella found out, she cried tears of joy.”

That bastard had discovered Isabella’s pregnancy. “Emanuele, I finally understand why you are in such a hurry. So, you know about Isabella having a child. If you don’t behave, neither Isabella nor the child will exist in this world,” the message continued.

Emanuele had been somewhat calmer, but now, on hearing William’s words, he felt the anger burning in his chest, igniting an impulse to destroy the world.

William had better be caught by him in the next moment. He would make him regret saying those threatening words.

With that in mind, Emanuele pocketed his phone and headed out. He hoped William was indeed in that abandoned warehouse. If he could catch him, he would make him regret ever being born into this world.

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Isabella felt like a captive animal, pinned down on a makeshift bed that had been hastily brought in.

She didn’t know where this doctor had come from, but he had brought equipment and was repeating the procedures she had undergone in the hospital. However, this time, the doctor showed no emotion, displaying no concern for her well-being. He swiftly applied gel to her belly and conducted an ultrasound.

“This is a girl, about seventeen weeks in size, very healthy,” the doctor told William straightforwardly.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Thank you,” William said. Upon hearing it was a girl, he seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

The doctor wiped off the gel from Isabella’s belly, and William reached out, touching her stomach.

Isabella recoiled, trembling, wanting to move away from William. However, she was tied to the chair, unable to resist, forced to endure William’s touch on her belly.

His movements were gentle, but even so, Isabella felt uncomfortable. Damn it, she was truly terrified.

If it were just her, perhaps she could bravely resist, but she had an unborn life inside her belly. Isabella felt fragile and sorrowful because of her unborn child, making her vulnerable.

Thinking of this, tears uncontrollably streamed down Isabella’s face.

William looked at her. “Isabella, why are you crying? Are you overwhelmed with joy? Do you not know that you’re carrying a daughter? I wonder if Emanuele will be delighted once he learns about this.”

“William, please just let me go,” Isabella pleaded.

“I’ve already told Emanuele. Either he gives up his position as the head of the mafia, or he gives up on you. Which do you think he will choose, between you and being the head of the mafia?” William said, smiling gently at Isabella. However, his smile sent shivers down her spine.

He was like Satan emerging from hell! Emanuele, although frightening, had never made her feel as scared as William did. Emanuele’s terror was consistent, but William was deceptively gentle on the outside, yet cruel within, making Isabella even more afraid.

Isabella remained silent. She didn’t want to engage with William.