Chapter 8: Does Anyone Want To Marry Her?
Chapter 8: Does Anyone Want to Marry Her?
At the wedding of Chicago''s former boss, the ce was bustling with guests, particrly from the
five major families.
When Isabe arrived, she immediately noticed the security presence had multiplied fivefold from
herst visit. Guards patrolled the grounds, and snipers were even positioned on rooftops, keeping
a vignt eye on the situation. Along the windows of the house, bodyguards observed every
individual at the event.
Such stringent security measures, Isabe understood, were due to the heavyweight guests in
attendance. Any mishap with any of them could spell serious trouble for Emanuele.
But really, this had nothing to do with her. Filled with unease, she wouldn''t havee if it weren''t for
her mother, the only person who truly mattered in her life.
At the entrance, a red carpet wasid out, bordered with scattered rose petals. Gentle music wafted
through the space, mixed with the scent of delightful perfumes. The ambiance was calm and
serene, inviting a pleasant mood if one could ignore the guns and ammunition present.
"Oh, Isabe, you look beautiful today!" Grazia approached, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the
cheek, immediately putting Isabe at ease.
"Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Andrew Lee," Grazia said, pulling her husband over to
meet Isabe.
"Isabe, so d to meet you. I missed the banquet the other day, but Grazia told me all about her
new sweetheart sister," Andrew greeted Isabe warmly. They both seemed like outgoing and
warm-hearted people.
"Let''s go, Isabe, we''ll chat with your mom," Grazia said, leading Isabe further inside.
Just then, people in the hall, engaged in conversation, suddenly looked up. Isabe followed their
gaze to the second-floor balcony.
It was Emanuele.
Emanuele was specially dressed for the day, wearing a ck tailcoat, his hair neatlybed back,
revealing his sharply contoured, handsome face. As always, his expression was icy, surveying the
crowd below from the second floor like a king high above. Even without speaking, his powerful aura
made everyone look up at him involuntarily, their gazes filled with admiration and fear.
Isabe, recalling Emanuele''s disrespectful behavior from the previous night, felt a pang of
annoyance, her look towards him filled with disdain.
Unbeknownst to her, Emanuele''s gaze pierced through the crowd,nding on her.
Isabe was startled and quickly averted her gaze, hoping Emanuele hadn''t noticed her earlier
expression.
She needed to find her mother and congratte her on the wedding day.
Of course, Emanuele saw Isabe''s annoyed look, whether it was her being upset about being in
this situation or his actions towards herst night. But he had to admit, Isabe looked radiant today,
like a princess – innocent and noble.
Many people''s eyes fell on Isabe, causing Emanuele to frown slightly. For some reason, the way
they were eyeing her, like wolves eyeing their prey, irked him.
At that moment, several clerics approached Emanuele. Ro praised, "Emanuele, you''ve clearly
put a lot of effort into this wedding."
Emanuele''s gaze fell upon the crowd: "Of course, I want those Sicilians to know, if they dare to
cause trouble on my turf, they''ll pay the price!"
"Wow, what do I see here?" Just then, rk whistled in astonishment. "Emanuele, when did your
family gain such a beauty? She''s with your sister, I assume you know her?"
His surprise was understandable; he had been a yboy for many years, but a woman of Isabe''s
caliber was rare. There were many beautiful women, but Isabe''s youthful, innocent aura made her
stand out.
As everyone looked towards Isabe, Emanuele observed rk''s gleaming eyes. Women rarely
escaped the attention of thisdies'' man. He would pursue a woman, never for more than three
months, before moving on.
"She''s my stepsister, the one I mentioned to you. Any of you interested in marrying her?" Emanuele
inquired.
While the others were also taken aback, they seemed uninterested in pursuing women and
remained silent.
Only rk raised his hand, "I like her!" His blue eyes fixed on Isabe, shining with excitement, like
a hunter locking on his prey.
For some reason, Emanuele felt a twinge of difort but didn''t show it. He gestured for a waiter
to call Isabe up.
At that moment, Isabe, about to greet her mother, was approached by someone. They mentioned
Emanuele had requested her presence.
Isabe looked up, and saw Emanuele staring at her, not just him, but several unfamiliar men
beside him as well.
In that instant, Isabe felt her blood run cold. Despite her apprehension from Emanuele''s words,
facing the reality was terrifying.
"I... I need to find my mother. I haven''t even given her my blessings," Isabe said, her lips
trembling, refusing to go.
However, the response was firm. "Miss Gould, I hope you won''t make this difficult."
Isabe was led to the second-floor balcony, feeling the intense scrutiny of Emanuele and the men
beside him with every step.
She felt like a showcased object, a wave of shame engulfing her. The suffocating sensation in her
throat intensified.
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Once upstairs, Emanuele grabbed her shoulders, directing her towards the men.
"This is my stepsister, Isabe Gould."
Isabe looked at them, reluctant to even exchange pleasantries.
These men were notorious, havingmitted countless heinous acts. She just hoped they wouldn''t
take an interest in her.
"Isabe,e on, greet everyone," Emanuele said, noticing her reluctance. His hand at her waist
gave her a slight pinch.
Isabe, with no choice, weakly greeted the men, "Hello."
"Oh, Emanuele, you''ve startled my little sweetheart," rk approached, releasing Emanuele''s hand
from Isabe''s back, then shook her hand before nting a kiss on the back of it.
"Isabe, I''m rk Campbell, current CEO of the Campbell Group. A pleasure to meet you," he said
enthusiastically, still holding her hand.