Chapter 10: Triggering Her Psychological Trauma
Chapter 10: Triggering Her Psychological Trauma
Isabe felt like she was about to die. Emanuele''s fingers stirred inside her mouth, and that
nauseating, suffocating sensation spread in waves.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, but Emanuele didn''t seem to have any intention of letting her go just
yet. When Isabe was on the brink of giving up, Emanuele finally withdrew his fingers from her
mouth. However, her relief was short-lived as he firmly grasped her breast.
His hands squeezed her breasts, causing Isabe to gasp in pain. "Emanuele, are you out of your
mind? I''m your stepsister. If our parents find out, it''ll be the end for you. Let go of me!" Fear and
anger filled Isabe''s eyes as she protested his actions.
She had thought Emanuele might kill her, but she had never imagined that he would humiliate her in
such a degrading way, making her feel like a worthless dog.
"Isabe, you''re too naive. If they find out, it''ll be the end for you, not me. My father might kill you for
the family''s honor, and your mother won''t say a word," Emanuele cruelly revealed the truth as he
continued his actions.
As he spoke, his hand roamed further down, touching Isabe''s lower abdomen, feeling her
trembling, and finally, reaching between her legs.
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"Emanuele, please, I''m begging you, stop. My mom is getting married today, and I haven''t even
congratted her," Isabe pleaded, her voice filled with despair. She was genuinely terrified.
She wished someone would pass by the locked door at that moment and put an end to this
nightmare.
Emanuele, hearing Isabe''s pleas, smiled more tenderly, as if he were savoring her suffering. He
did take pleasure in this, especially watching others beg for mercy after enduring various forms of
torture during his work. Seeing Isabe in her current state gave him a sense of aplishment.
Yet, seeing her struggle to breathe, he decided to cease the torment. Killing her now would deprive
him of future enjoyment.
Emanuele reached out to touch Isabe''s cheek and then her neck. His warm, rough hand on her
delicate neck could easily snap it, but his actions were unexpectedly gentle.
"Isabe, you''re now part of the Lombardi family, a princess of the Mafia, and I''m the boss. Don''t
ever try to resist me again. Do you understand? Otherwise, I''ll show you what real hell on Earth is
like."
Isabe nodded. She had no strength left, and if Emanuele didn''t leave soon, she feared she might
die right there.
"Freshen up, ande out. Your mother is waiting for your congrattions," Emanuele said before
turning to leave.
He still appeared asposed as ever, while Isabe was left in disarray. Her makeup was ruined,
her clothes were dirty, and her own saliva had dripped onto her. She felt utterly disgusted.
But her priority was to take her medication. Isabe retrieved the pills from her purse and swallowed
them. It took a while, but she finally felt some relief. However, she couldn''t shake the feeling that her
world was growing increasingly darker, as if there were no hope left.
Even though she had fought so hard to escape this situation, it seemed that she was sinking deeper
into it. Could she really escape at all?
Emerging from the study, Isabe sought out her mother.
Today, Sophia was dressed in a pristine wedding gown, mingling with Leo, toasting champagne to
their friends and guests. When she spotted Isabe approaching, her face lit up with joy.
"Isabe, you look stunning today. Is that a CHANEL couture dress? Where did you get it?" As
Isabe''s mother, she knew her daughter well. Isabe was just a struggling student, interning at
the hospital. How could she afford such a dress?
Isabe nced at Emanuele not far away, and he was watching her too.
"It was a gift from my brother. He wanted me to look nice today," Isabe replied, her mind still
tormented by the recent events in the study.
Sophia was pleased with Emanuele''s thoughtfulness and raised her hand to call him over, praising
his generosity in considering his stepsister to this extent.
"She''s my sister; it''s only right to do this," Emanuele said with a smile.
Isabe couldn''t help but feel that Emanuele was a master of disguise. In front of others, he always
appeared gentle and refined, but when he was alone with her, his true, sinister nature emerged.
This man was truly terrifying.
Isabe had initially intended to report the incident to her mother, thinking that her mother would
stop Emanuele from mistreating her. However, at that moment, another voice nearby interrupted.
"Sophia, congrattions on finding true love again!" It was her aunt, Madelyn Whitaker.
If Isabe hadn''t recently taken Estazm, and its effects still lingered, she wouldn''t have known if
she might have suffered an immediate breakdown. At this moment, Isabe felt her blood freeze as
her whole body began to tremble uncontrobly upon seeing Madelyn. She saw a grim reaper that
seemed to have emerged from hell.
Fortunately, her cousin Chloe was reportedly traveling abroad and couldn''t return for the wedding.
Otherwise, if Chloe and Emanuele had simultaneously tormented her, she might have instantly
gone mad and ended up in a mental hospital.
Madelyn''s power to intimidate her was nowhere near as terrifying as Chloe''s.
However, Isabe couldn''t utter the words she had initially wanted to tell her mother about
Emanuele''s actions. Chloe''s menacing threats from the past resurfaced in her mind.
Over the years, Chloe had bullied her, beaten her, insulted her, pushed her down the stairs,
whipped her, causing wounds to bleed, healing fractures only to break them again, and repeating
the cycle. But she had never dared to tell her mother about it due to Chloe''s menacing threats. She
believed that Chloe would actually kill her.
Now, with Emanuele''s mistreatment, she had intended to inform Sophia, but Madelyn''s sudden
presence made her remember Chloe''s threats, and she couldn''t speak. Those psychological
wounds were far from healed, and now, new ones had been added, intensifying Isabe''s fear.
Her mother waspletely unaware of all this. When she was younger, Isabe didn''t know how to
tell her mother. They were both dependent on others, and she was afraid that her mother would be
hurt if she shared the truth. So, every time Chloe would im that she had injured herself, Isabe
never defended herself. Her mother would scold her, calling her clumsy and questioning why she
always hurt herself. She didn''t doubt Chloe''s words and reprimanded Isabe based on them,
making Isabe even more afraid to speak the truth.
Isabe gazed at Sophia, who was currently engaged in a pleasant conversation with Madelyn.
Since her mother and she had moved to Chicago, they hadn''t seen their uncle''s family again. Yet,
this period of not seeing them had been the most tranquil and beautiful time in Isabe''s life.
In the past, every time she had to meet Chloe, she would require a long time to prepare herself
mentally. And every time she met her, Chloe''s harsh and cruel words would leave Isabe sad for a
long time.
Now, seeing Madelyn, Isabe was once again plunged into immense pain.
Emanuele also noticed Isabe''s distress. She should be happy when meeting her aunt, but she
appeared even more tormented than when she was with him. He couldn''t help but put his arm
around her shoulder and lowered his head to ask, "What''s wrong?"