Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“Isabella, are you okay? Your condition yesterday really scared me,” Evelyn asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” Isabella sighed. She knew she must have been quite frightening after getting drunk yesterday, as she had never experienced being intoxicated before.

“That’s good. Let’s go shopping. I feel like you need to buy more clothes,” Evelyn smiled, “I have money now. James is very generous to me. He’s worried that I don’t have a job right now, so he transferred a lot of money to me each month.”

As a valuable assistant to Emanuele, James received a generous monthly salary. Evelyn wasn’t used to spending other people’s money, but she currently had no income, and James consistently handed her money directly. She hadn’t been able to spend it all before James transferred more. Evelyn suddenly realized the troubles of being wealthy. She wasn’t used to spending money, but James kept transferring money to her, asking if it was enough, worrying that she wouldn’t have enough to spend. This made Evelyn feel somewhat troubled. It felt like, unconsciously, spending money had become part of her job.

Evelyn took Isabella to a clothing store. The weather was getting warmer, and the clothes in the store were mostly lightweight styles. Evelyn decided to gift Isabella a dress. Even though Isabella was much wealthier than her, giving a gift to Isabella as her good friend would surely feel different from buying it for herself.

“Isabella, do you want to try on this dress? I think it would suit you very well. You’ll definitely look very gentle in it,” Evelyn handed a white dress to Isabella. However, when Isabella saw the dress, she frowned. It was indeed the style she used to wear often, which looked generous, gentle, and intellectual. But now, she didn’t like this style as much. She felt it was time for a change. So, Isabella chose a red spaghetti-strap dress and asked Evelyn, “Evelyn, do you think this dress looks good?”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Isabella holding the dress, Evelyn looked surprised. “Isabella, you like this?” The red dress was so bright, looking as hot as flames. Isabella rarely wore such colors, let alone a dress that was so sexy – a small skirt with spaghetti straps. Evelyn couldn’t imagine how sexy Isabella would look wearing it. She had never seen Isabella wear such a sexy dress before.

“This dress is also very beautiful, but Isabella, are you sure you can wear it?”

“I can,” Isabella replied and went directly into the fitting room to try it on. She had a plump figure, but she had lost some weight recently. The dress fit her perfectly, showcasing her curves. Her full chest and perky backside looked very graceful. Isabella’s hair had also grown longer, a beautiful reddish-brown with a hint of natural curls, making her look very charming. When Isabella walked out wearing the dress, Evelyn was stunned.

“Oh my God, Isabella, you look so good in this dress. You used to be so low-key. Buy me two more of these sexy dresses. They’re so sexy that they could captivate not only men, but even a woman like me,” Evelyn said. However, she suddenly felt something was wrong. Wait, Isabella was already married now, to the head of the Chicago Mafia. He probably had a strong possessive streak. Would he go crazy seeing Isabella dressed like this? If she were Emanuele, she wouldn’t want his woman to dress like this.

“Great, I want this dress,” Isabella then picked up another dress, a strapless short dress with sequins that sparkled in the light.

This kind of dress would surely attract attention when worn out. Evelyn actually liked exaggerated clothing, but she wouldn’t wear such a sexy dress with sequins herself. She felt she couldn’t handle this style, but she hadn’t expected Isabella to be so enticed by it.

“Evelyn, how do you feel about this dress?”

“I think it looks good, but Isabella, don’t you think it might be too sexy?”

“What’s wrong with being a bit sexy? Anyway, I’ll soon be returning to single life, so I might as well celebrate in advance,” Isabella said and went into the fitting room to try it on. Her figure was now impeccable. When she put on this dress, Isabella felt like a mermaid. She suddenly remembered when she had just met Emanuele. At that time, because she had to attend a family gathering, Emanuele had come to her apartment and forced her to change into a sexy dress. That dress had also sparkled, of course, it was of much better quality than the one she was about to wear. But at that time, she had strongly resisted wearing that dress, feeling that it didn’t belong in her world, and resisting entering the world ofthe Mafia. But now everything had changed; she had already merged into the Mafia world. However, she hadn’t expected Emanuele to grow tired of her so quickly. He had been the one to pull her into this world, and now, did he want to push her out of it? Well, she was still so young, with endless possibilities for the future. After the divorce, she might even get a large sum of money.

In this way, Isabella bought several sexy dresses in a row. Tony couldn’t help but tell Emanuele about it. He was really worried. He had never been in love, so he didn’t understand how the boss and his wife had ended up like this. What was going on with the boss? He also knew that the boss and Miss Reid were not what the wife thought they were. If the boss truly liked Miss Reid, he would have married her long ago. They had known each other much earlier than when he had met his wife. How could he be married to his wife now and still like Miss Reid? There must have been a misunderstanding in between. Tony had probably heard a little from Phillip. The boss had kept Miss Reid in the hospital, probably to make her give up on him. He had treated Miss Reid very poorly, and in the end, she would definitely give up. However, now that Miss Reid saw the boss having problems with his wife, she must be very happy, wishing for their divorce so that she could be with the boss.

Suddenly, Tony felt even more of a headache. He looked at Harry, who didn’t seem very surprised. He thought, it would be better if his mind were as simple as Harry’s. Then he wouldn’t worry so much.