Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Watching Isabella cry in his arms due to unbearable pain, Emanuele wished he could bear it all for her. He hoped that if it were possible, he could take on Isabella’s pain, sparing her from suffering and sadness, allowing her to live happily.

But in the face of Isabella’s sorrow, all Emanuele could do was repeatedly say, “I’m sorry, Isabella, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you and the child.”

In truth, he was also deeply grieved. William was dead. It seemed like revenge had been achieved, but Emanuele understood that it was merely revenge. Isabella, upon hearing this news, probably wouldn’t be too pleased.

Isabella lay in Emanuele’s arms for quite some time before gradually calming down. She was exhausted from crying.

Emanuele held Isabella tightly, kissing her forehead. “Isabella, don’t be upset. Our enemies are gone now, and no one will hurt you again.”

Upon hearing this, Isabella paused, staring at Emanuele. “Who are you talking about?”

Was it the person she was thinking of?

“William Butler. He’s gone. You don’t have to worry about him hurting you anymore.”

“Oh, God.” Isabella covered her mouth as tears silently streamed down her face. The true perpetrator who had killed her daughter was now dead. This was truly a great relief, and Isabella was happy, but at the same time, she felt a sense of sadness.

“But even so, our daughter won’t come back. She could have been born in a few months, I would have cherished her like a little princess, surrounded by everyone’s love, growing up happily, learning what she wanted, having a boyfriend. But now, all of that is gone.” Isabella shook her head. She had stopped being angry, but she still couldn’t completely control her feelings of grief.

Emanuele embraced Isabella once again. “Isabella, our life will get better, and we will have children. Our daughter will come back. Please don’t be sad.”

Isabella continued to weep in silence.

Emanuele kissed Isabella’s cheek and then her lips, his tongue entering her mouth, savoring her taste. It was sweet and soft, making him reluctant to let go, wanting to merge with her.

Isabella couldn’t help but moan under Emanuele’s kisses.

It had been a long time since they had been intimate. Emanuele had been taking care of Isabella, but his body also longed for her.

Emanuele tentatively kissed Isabella, and when he noticed no resistance, his actions became more fervent. He reached for her breasts, his lips trailing to her neck, kissing and sucking.

As he attempted to remove Isabella’s clothes to kiss her breasts, she stopped him.

Emanuele looked at Isabella, puzzled. She forcefully pushed him away and dressed herself once more.

“I’m tired, Emanuele. I want to sleep, not to engage in intimacy,” Isabella said, pushing Emanuele away as she walked over to the bed and lay down.

As Isabella lay in bed, Emanuele looked at her, pulling the covers over her as she closed her eyes to sleep, appearing serene and beautiful. However, there was still a hint of sorrow in her expression.

Emanuele was still filled with desire, but he couldn’t act on it, especially if Isabella didn’t consent to it. He gazed at Isabella for a while, then turned and headed into the bathroom to take a cold shower to calm himself down.

Isabella hadn’t realized she could sleep so deeply. It wasn’t until evening when Emanuele called her downstairs to eat that she woke up.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

She had no appetite, but Emanuele pleaded with her. “Isabella, please, for your health, have a little something to eat.”

Listening to Emanuele’s earnest tone, Isabella knew she couldn’t refuse him.

However, as she sat at the table and gazed at the food in front of her, she couldn’t help but silently shed tears. If only she hadn’t been so greedy back then, eating the poisoned food, her daughter wouldn’t have been lost.

Thinking of this made Isabella extremely distressed. She felt no appetite, even though the food in front of her had once been her favorite. She felt that she couldn’t eat because every bite would remind her that her daughter was gone.

Isabella felt a churn in her stomach, making her feel nauseous. “I’m sorry, Lilly. It’s not that your cooking isn’t good, it’s just that I can’t get past this. I haven’t overcome the shadows. I’m sorry, Lilly,” Isabella said, picking up her utensils, but ultimately setting them back down. She couldn’t do it. If she had taken a bite, she wouldjust end up throwing up.

Lilly, seeing Isabella in this state, immediately began to cry. “Isabella, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have been more careful back then. If I had checked the food properly, none of this would have happened. Isabella, I really think I’m not cut out for this job anymore. Emanuele, I want to resign.” Lilly felt increasingly guilty, thinking that if she had been more thorough in checking the food, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

“No, no, Lilly, this isn’t your fault. You don’t need to blame yourself,” Isabella quickly interjected. She had come to see Lilly as family over the time they had spent together. When she was upset, Lilly was there for her, and when she was happy, Lilly shared in her joy.

Isabella was currently dealing with temporary psychological issues and needed time to process things, but she had already come to see Lilly as family. If Lilly resigned out of guilt, it would only make Isabella feel worse.

Lilly looked at Isabella, her usually happy face now filled with sorrow. “Isabella, I’ve come to see you as family too. I won’t blame you. This isn’t your fault. You just made a delicious meal for me, and it brought me joy. Please don’t blame yourself. Seeing you upset only makes me feel worse.”

Upon hearing Lilly’s last words, Isabella hugged her. “I’ll take some time to work through this, Lilly. Please don’t worry.”

Lilly nodded, indicating that she wouldn’t dwell on it.

To reassure Lilly, Isabella sat at the dining table and had a few sips of corn soup. The thick aroma of corn warmed her stomach. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, and her lack of appetite was purely psychological. In reality, her stomach was clearly feeling the effects of hunger.

Seeing Isabella eat, they felt a bit more at ease. Isabella only had a couple of sips of the soup before setting it down and heading upstairs.

Lilly and Elisa exchanged glances, both feeling pained for each other.

Phillip said to Emanuele, “Boss, it seems that Madame has PTSD.”