Chapter 3: Marrying Her Off To An Old Man
Chapter 3: Marrying Her Off to an Old Man
The instant Emanuele''s hand closed around Isabe''s neck, she recoiled as if electrified. The room
fell into a stunned silence, theirpanions'' eyes wide and fixed on the pair.
"What''s amiss, Isabe?" Sophia queried, her voiceced with worry.
"I''m fine. I just need to freshen up," Isabe replied, swiftly rising to her feet and making a beeline
for the sanctuary of the bathroom.
The temporary escape from Emanuele''s stifling presence was like a gulp of fresh air. "Damn it,"
Isabe muttered under her breath, the bitterness of her words echoing her resolve to sever any
ties with them.
Emerging from the restroom, a walk through the garden corridor was all that separated her from the
dining room. But to her shock, she found Emanuele engrossed in a phone conversation. His tone
was icy, his words as cutting as a winter breeze, "The swine won''t divulge his boss'' whereabouts?
Then sever his limbs, throw him in a pit with rats, and let him watch as they feast on his flesh!"
Emanuele''s chilling deration sent a wave of dread coursing through Isabe. This man was as
she had feared – a devil incarnate.
Just then, Emanuele spotted Isabe, his voice dropping an octave lower. He exchanged a few curt
words before ending the call and advancing towards her.
In the dim light, his predatory gaze made him resemble a vampire on the prowl.
Without a second thought, Isabe turned on her heel, heading back towards the house.
She believed that at least in front of the others, Emanuele wouldn''t dare to harm her. Little did she
know, she would soon hear Emanuele''s voice from behind, "If you take one more step, I will shoot
and break your legs!"
The menacing presence of Emanuele froze Isabe in ce. Within moments, he was looming over
her, a towering figure of intimidation.
"Please, I heard nothing. Let me go," Isabe implored, her voice barely a whisper.
Emanuele''s dark, sinisterugh echoed in the tense air. "You''re that scared of me, little sis?"
Isabe''s frame quivered under his gaze, and she tried to invoke a pitiful image, hoping to stir some
semnce of familial affection in him. "Emanuele... I''m your sister. Please, show mercy."
The corners of Emanuele''s lips curled up into a smirk at her plea, as if he found her fear amusing.
He drew her close, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling form. He saw the defiance flicker
in her eyes, beneath theyers of fear. He observed her revulsion, thinly veiled behind her pleas for
mercy.
The contradiction intrigued him - why did she tremble with fear, yet refused to sumb?
Fascinating indeed!
Emanuele had been aware of this stepsister long before her appearance in his life. Her sudden
presence presented aplex dilemma. His father''s remarriage, two decades after his mother''s
passing, didn''t bother him. However, this stepmother''s daughter attempting to weave herself into
their family fabric was something he wouldn''t tolerate.
It signified the potential division of their family''s power and wealth. Everyone knew the Lombardi
family held a significant influence on this continent. Numerous women yearned to be associated
with them. The notion of a random woman aspiring to be a mafia princess within their ranks
was nothing short of audacious!
So, he had conducted a thorough investigation, learning that she was a twenty-two-year-old college
graduate-to-be, currently interning at a hospital. Upon their first encounter, he had to concede that
she possessed a captivating beauty. Her skin was as creamy and wless as porcin, her auburn
hair silky soft. Her features were exquisite, eyes always alight with a brilliant sparkle.
Her world was pristine, untainted - a crystal-clearke in a world of chaos.
She carried a unique, intoxicating scent, a blend of blossoms and ripe fruits, embodying youth and
vivacity.
Inplete contrast, he is the harbinger of death from hell, striving for what he wants in a dirty,
bloody world. He took over their family business ten years ago and, over a decade, expanded their
territory by stepping over countless bodies. After that, they moved to theirrge estate in Chicago.
He has killed so many people that he can''t even count them anymore. The bloodthirsty brutality
deep within him has turned killing into a pleasurable indulgence.
As he looks at Isabe in her fragile state, for some inexplicable reason, Emanuele''s bloodthirsty
nature awakens. He entertains cruel thoughts, desiring to crush her and watch her beg for mercy as
she kneels in pain.
Shattering beauty must be a most delightful endeavor, right?
"You shouldn''t be here," Emanuele, with one hand holding Isabe and the other pinching her chin,
caresses her face. He smiles cruelly, "Tell me, how should I deal with you?"
Deal with her? Thinking of the methods Emanuele had just used to deal with his enemies, Isabe
immediately said, "Please, when we return tonight, I will cut off all contact with your world. I''ll
disappear from your life."
She was on the brink of tears, scared out of her wits. Death had filled Isabe with profound fear,
and Emanuele''s sadistic ways only deepened her dread.
Her voice was sweet and melodious. It was particrly alluring when she begged like this.
Emanuele''s blood began to boil. He even thought about how she might beg in bed.
Gently patting Isabe''s cheek, Emanuele spoke in a tone that was both chilling and calm.
"Innocent girl, it''s toote. The moment you stepped into our family, you crossed a line that can''t be
uncrossed."
A sudden spark of an idea ignited in Emanuele''s eyes, and he erupted into a harshughter. "I''ve
got it! Why not have you marry George, my father''s most trusted aide? He''s a decade younger than
our father and probably won''t outlive him by much. You''ll lead afortable life over there." His
smile twisted cruelly, "Although, I''ve heard George''s sons have a particr fondness for tormenting
women. No woman who has entered their household has survived beyond three days. If you were
to marry him, it would save me a lot of hassle."
Isabe was petrified, her eyes welling up with tears. "I don''t want to marry. I''m still young, please,
big brother..."
She was fresh out of college, had a promising career ahead of her, and she didn''t want her future to
be marred like this.
Thinking of this, Isabe couldn''t help the lump that formed in her throat. The overwhelming feeling
of being suffocated returned. Her ustrophobia reared its head during times like these, making her
fear confined spaces and moments that made her feel trapped.
However, Isabe''s tears seemed to only fuel Emanuele''s perverse delight. For some strange
reason, the thought of shattering her beauty and leaving her in ruins was exhrating to him.
"What are you two doing?" Grazia''s voice broke through the tense atmosphere. Emerging from the
dining room, she scrutinized them with curiosity.
She harbored the feeling that Isabe''s absence had extended beyond the eptable length, her
concerns escting towards the possibility of herpanion''s miscement. It was during this
growing apprehension that her gaze chanced upon the intertwined figures of Emanuele and
Isabe.
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For Isabe, Grazia''s presence was akin to a beacon of salvation. Once freed from Emanuele''s
grasp, she managed to regain her breath, a much-needed respite.
"Isabe had a moment of panic after encountering a mouse and nearly stumbled. I was merely
assisting her," Emanuele provided an exnation.
At this juncture, the transformation in his demeanor was palpable. Gone was the intimidating
persona that Isabe had encountered earlier, reced by a veneer of gentlemanly charm.