Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella rarely came to the bar, only a few times with Evelyn during college. The bar they used to frequent had closed down, and this new one she hadn’t been to before. Stepping inside, Isabella felt a sense of grandeur, with its luxurious black and gold fusion doors. However, inside the bar, the atmosphere was dim, with intersecting red and blue lights and loud music. It was still afternoon, so the bar wasn’t crowded like it would be at night. Isabella took a seat at a nearby booth, waiting for Evelyn. She ordered a large bucket of beer and began drinking before Evelyn arrived. Tony and Harry watched Isabella drink, feeling a mix of emotions. They wanted to stop her, but felt they had no right to intervene. Although it was just ordinary beer with low alcohol content, it couldn’t resist her continued drinking.

Evelyn specially tidied herself up to meet Isabella. She thought Isabella had been away in Italy for too long and missed her, so she called her to the bar for a drink. However, when she arrived and saw Isabella almost finishing a bucket of beer alone, she was shocked. “Isabella, are you okay? Why are you drinking so much?” What’s going on here? Evelyn looked at Tony and Harry standing next to Isabella, both of them looking at her with a troubled expression. They seemed to look at her as if she were a savior.

Isabella, upon seeing Evelyn, paused her drinking. “Evelyn, you’re here. Come, let’s have a drink together.”

“How can you drink so much?” Evelyn angrily took the glass from Isabella’s hand. Tony and Harry didn’t dare to do what Evelyn did.

Isabella was starting to feel a little drunk at this point, her gaze unfocused as she looked at Evelyn, “Give me back the glass, quickly, give it back to me… I still want to drink…”

“Isabella, you can’t drink anymore,” Evelyn had a waiter pour a glass of juice for Isabella. She didn’t understand what was wrong with Isabella. Wasn’t she just back from Italy to Chicago? Why was she drunk now? But Isabella continued to insist on drinking. She was causing a scene, unlike her usual calm self. Oh God, it felt like the first time Evelyn had seen Isabella drunk. They had been to bars a few times before, but it was always for fun, rarely for drinking.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“I… Emanuele doesn’t want me anymore. He’s with another woman. He clearly knows that woman likes him, but he’s still with her. I ran into them today… sob… Evelyn, what should I do?” As Isabella spoke, she began to sob. She looked profoundly heartbroken, like a child abandoned.

Evelyn hesitated, she hadn’t expected Isabella to be drinking because of this. What’s going on? She immediately looked at the two bodyguards behind Isabella. Tony and Harry seemed innocent, shaking their heads. Evelyn sighed; they were always protecting Isabella, so it was normal for them not to know what had happened.

“Isabella, calm down,” Evelyn reached out and embraced Isabella, holding her in her arms. “You ran into Emanuele with another woman today?”

“Yes, he’s injured but kept it from me. I came to visit him right after I returned from Italy, only to find him sitting in the yard with Karen, Evelyn, I… I really don’t understand why this is happening. That woman previously set me up; I hate her. I don’t understand why Emanuele would be with a woman I hate.”

Listening to Isabella, Evelyn felt shocked and terrified. Emanuele must have liked Isabella. From the details of their previous interactions, it was clear that Emanuele really liked Isabella. Because he liked her, he also respected her, treating her as a friend. How could such an affectionate man be with another woman? Evelyn felt there must be some misunderstanding.

“Perhaps they just had something to discuss and happened to be seen by you?” Isabella immediately denied, “Impossible! Karen is in Russia. Would she fly all the way here to talk to Emanuele? I don’t believe it. Even if there were something, it would be her brother talking to Emanuele, not her. She’s here for personal reasons.”

Evelyn was taken aback; she found Isabella’s words somewhat reasonable. That woman flying over from Russia seemed suspicious. She hadn’t heard about this before. Isabella wanted to drink, but the glass had been taken away by Evelyn. All she had in front of her was a glass of juice, the sickly sweet juice making her feel a bit queasy and wanting to vomit.

“Evelyn, I want to drink. Can you pour me a glass of wine?” Isabella tearfully pleaded with EvelynLooking at Isabella, her eyes and nose were already red from crying, Evelyn felt a pang of heartache. She reached out, stroked Isabella’s hair, and wiped her cheeks with a tissue. “Isabella, listen to me, please don’t drink. Whatever is on your mind, just tell me, let it all out.”

Evelyn’s gentle tone slightly calmed Isabella’s emotions. She looked at Evelyn, “I suspect Emanuele doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t know what has been happening in Chicago during my time in Italy. At first, we kept in touch, but then Emanuele suddenly went silent. I was worried, but fortunately, he got in touch later. However, his tone became somewhat distant. I didn’t mind at first, until one video call when I found him in the hospital with Karen, sunbathing together. They really looked like lovers, Evelyn. I used to fear his death; if he died, my world would collapse, and I wouldn’t want to live. But I never thought Emanuele would leave my world in this way. Evelyn, what should I do?”

Isabella had never questioned Emanuele’s love for her. When they were together, Emanuele’s affection gave her a sense of security, so she never doubted his feelings for her. She had imagined Emanuele dying but had never considered that he might not love her. However, what she witnessed today made her feel that perhaps Emanuele truly didn’t love her anymore. Losing Emanuele’s love, the prospect of their divorce, and him marrying another woman, what should she do? Isabella had never thought about these things, but now she had to face this situation.

Evelyn looked at Isabella sobbing uncontrollably, feeling deeply sorry. She had never considered this situation. Emanuele clearly adored Isabella, so how could he not love her?