Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Jessie watched Emanuele calmly as he did all those things, she did not say a word, a faint smile even hung on her lips.

“Do you think by deleting Isabella’s contact information, I wouldn’t be able to find her?” Emanuele warned Jessie.

Jessie looked at the man’s cold demeanor, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty gleam, as if one more word from her would make him mercilessly kill her.

Even though he still had Isabella to consider, he absolutely would not allow someone who threatened him to exist.

This was Emanuele, so powerful that even though he had someone he cared for, it wasn’t enough to make him weak, it only made him braver.

Jessie looked at Emanuele with a somewhat enamored gaze, she smiled and didn’t say anything.

Emanuele turned and left, and once he did, Jessie changed back into her clothes. Her goal had been achieved, she hoped Isabella wouldn’t disappoint her.

Since seeing the photos Jessie sent her, Isabella’s mind had gone blank, stopping all thought.

She sat alone on the edge of the bed, unmoving.

Even the dessert Ariel made for her, Isabella didn’t touch.

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At this moment, all she could think of in her mind was Emanuele’s naked photo and Jessie’s apology.

She never thought Jessie and Emanuele would go from a fake marriage to a real one.

Originally, she had trusted Emanuele, but someone drugged him, what was she to do?

Isabella didn’t dare look at her phone, sitting from day to night like this.

At the door, Tony and the others were anxious, not knowing what to do.

Even though they didn’t know what had happened, from the urgency of their leader’s arrival, they knew things were not going well.

And all day, the missus hadn’t come out of the room, making them even more worried.

Emanuele had called them and asked them to keep an eye on Isabella.

But she was in the room, the door tightly closed and unmoving, how were they supposed to keep watch?

It wasn’t until dinner time that Tony had Ariel go knock on the door and ask Isabella to come out to eat.

Although Ariel didn’t know what had happened, she knew the missus was not in a good mood.

“Miss, it’s dinner time, you haven’t left your room all day, are you okay?” Ariel knocked on the door.

“I’m not eating, you guys go ahead, I want to go to sleep.” Isabella said.

Seeing Isabella reluctant to open the door, they all exchanged glances. Ariel sighed, “Isabella, after dinner, go back to your room, if not, I’ll bring the dinner to you.”

“No need, you guys eat, I have no appetite, even if you bring it, I won’t open the door.”

Isabella felt irritated, she couldn’t help but snap coldly.

She wasn’t normally someone with a bad temper, nor would she snap at those around her, but with her current mood, and them bothering her like this, Isabella couldn’t help but lose her temper.

Hearing Isabella speak like that, Ariel didn’t dare say anything, she whispered to Tony next to her, “I tried my best, we can’t handle this many things.”

She knew that if anyone had to handle it, it would have to wait for Emanuele to come back.

They were all just employees hired by Emanuele, there was really no reason for them to manage their boss.

Tony nodded, even though he had been with Isabella for so long, their relationship could be considered friendly, but with this matter, he couldn’t do anything either.

He just hoped the boss would return soon and resolve everything.

Isabella quietly stayed in the room, the more she thought about it, the more she felt like her heart was being torn apart, feeling like her heart was slowly being cut with a knife, the pain making Isabella pause her breathing, feeling like her whole body was filled with that kind of painful sensation.

Why did it have to be like this? Isabella couldn’t understand, she clearly loved Emanuele so much, and even trusted him to work with Jessie, but in the end, Emanuele hurt her.

Even though it wasn’t intentional on Emanuele’s part, Isabella couldn’t control the discomfort in her heart.

How could she not feel uncomfortable?

She didn’t care how many women Emanuele had before getting married, that was all in the past, she knew as a powerful Mafia leader, he must have had many women around him.

But she still minded that after having her, he went to other women, even though he was being manipulated, if only he had been more cautious, he wouldn’t have been manipulated.

Thinking of Jessie, she had once thought Jessie could be a good friend, she understood her.

Isabella didn’t know what to do now?

In fact, Isabella felt that compared to her, Jessie was indeed more suitable for Emanuele.

She was so powerful, the master of New York City, Isabella felt that if she really were with Emanuele, she would definitely be able to help him more.

And her, just a poor woman who couldn’t bear children and had no powerful background.

She couldn’t help Emanuele with anything.

Isabella couldn’t help but cry, this was the only time in this long day Isabella cried.

Once she started crying, she couldn’t control herself, tears rolled down, she hugged herself, curling up, only in that way did she feel a little bit of security.

But what good would that do? Isabella felt she was still very sad, just thinking about Emanuele made her feel like her heart was being cut, wishing she could die.

She tightly closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

Sleep, Isabella, only then can you feel safe, only then can you stop thinking about everything.

Emanuele reached Chicago at the fastest speed, and at this time Chicago was still in the middle of the night. Emanuele drove back to the apartment, smoking half a pack of cigarettes, but still couldn’t calm his inner restlessness.

What was Isabella doing right now? Was she crying badly? Could she sleep?

At this moment, countless thoughts were swirling around in Emanuele’s mind.

Just the thought that at this moment Isabella might be crying, feeling sad, hating him, made Emanuele feel like he was breathing with a knife in his chest.

Without taking a breath, his body ached a bit.

He hurried back to the apartment, going straight into their bedroom.

He tried to open the door, only to find the room was locked.

Isabella rarely locked the door to her bedroom, but now…

Emanuele frowned, using a spare key to open the door.

Inside, it was pitch black, it took a moment for Emanuele to adjust to the light in the room.

He saw Isabella sleeping on the bed.

She was asleep, did that mean she was okay?

But Emanuele quickly denied his thoughts.

He approached Isabella, finding her restless even in her sleep, frowning, her face still with tear stains.

Looking pitiful, like a discarded puppy.

Seeing Isabella like this, Emanuele’s heart felt like it was being tightly grasped, the pain making him feel like he was about to break apart.