Chapter 11: Introducing Chloe To Emanuele
Chapter 11: Introducing Chloe to Emanuele
Isabe was startled by Emanuele''s sudden embrace. She shook her head and said, "It''s nothing,
I''m fine."
How could she answer when one demon inquired about being harmed by another?
Madelyn, engaged in a conversation with Sophia, mentioned that her husband had injured his leg,
making it inconvenient for him to attend the wedding. She also mentioned that Chloe was still
abroad and would return in a few days.
"When your brother recovers, you should alle over here to visit. This estate is huge, with plenty
of rooms. You can stay as long as you like," Sophia warmly invited. As Leo''s wife, she was now the
mistress of the house and wanted her rtives to know how well she was doing.
"Sure, I''ll tell him when I get back," Madelyn agreed. In the past, she had disliked Sophia and
Isabe, considering them burdens. Although Sophia''s deceased husband had left a substantial
sum of money, how long would itst? Spending it on dresses and jewelry would quickly deplete it.
But things had changed. Sophia had married Leo, and Emanuele had be the most popr
man in all of Chicago. Everything was different now.
As Madelyn spoke, her gaze fell on Isabe. Her eyes were like venomous snakes. In that instant,
Isabe felt goosebumps all over her body. She clenched her hand into a fist, nails digging into her
flesh. The pain was the only thing that could remind her to control her fear and disgust of Madelyn.
"Isabe, it''s been a long time. You''ve be so beautiful," Madelyn walked toward Isabe, trying
to hold her hand.
Isabe instinctively pulled her hand away, doing her best to restrain her overt fear and aversion to
Madelyn.
"Hi, Aunt," Isabe said with a trembling voice.
"If you have time, you cane to our ce. Haven''t you forgotten your favorite meadow? You can
herd cattle and sheep with your uncle," Madelyn suggested.
Madelyn''s words made Isabe''splexion even paler. No, she didn''t like it, not at all! When she
was very young, her daily routine involved herding cattle and sheep. In the evenings, she had to
sleep with the animals. She still remembered the foul, pungent smell of that herd vividly.
Madelyn was so cruel. After all these years, every time she saw her, she brought up this memory,
as if she wanted Isabe to relive those terrible moments.
Unaware of the trauma, Sophia smiled and added, "Yes, Isabe loves being with cows and sheep."
Sophia was clueless about Isabe''s past, but she recalled seeing Isabe with the animals a few
times when she came home early. Chloe told her that Isabe loved small animals, and Isabe
confirmed it when asked.
Emanuele, who had been paying close attention to their conversation, especially Isabe, noticed a
significant change in her demeanor. Her face turned incredibly pale, and her body seemed to
tremble.
This puzzled Emanuele. If she truly liked being with cows and sheep, she shouldn''t react this way.
She appeared to be facing something terrifying.
He couldn''t help but ask her in a hushed tone, "Do you like it?"
Isabe shook her head instinctively. For some reason, she felt that the man beside her, even after
what he had done to her recently, wasn''t as terrifying as Madelyn and Chloe. It was terrible. Even
though this man had done dreadful things to her not long ago, she now felt morefortable
around him than she did with Madelyn and Chloe.
In fact, she dared to resist Emanuele, but she couldn''t defy Chloe.
Madelyn noticed Emanuele, and her expression was filled with surprise. "Mr. Lombardi, hello. I''m
rted to your stepmother. May I ask if you''re married? I have a daughter, six years younger than
you, and she''s very sweet and pretty. Would you be interested in meeting her?"
Emanuele was a well-known figure in Chicago, the head honcho, young and handsome. Many girls
had expressed a desire to marry him, including Chloe. The rumor was that he didn''t have a woman
by his side, so if she introduced her daughter to him, it could be their ticket to a prosperous life.
"Oh, God, please let this be a perfect match!" Madelyn thought, wishing for a sessful connection
between her daughter and Emanuele.
However, Emanuele''s gaze was ice-cold and sharp, as if it could pierce through her. His demeanor
was as cold as ice. This young Chicago mob boss had climbed to the top by stepping over
countless bodies. Just one look from him could make most people ufortable.
Madelyn was taken aback by the intensity of his stare. She had forgotten just how ruthless he could
be.
Yes, he had achieved his current status because of his ruthless nature and hisck of mercy
towards enemies. He believed he wasn''t in a position to let someone else arrange his marriage. He
was Chicago''s master, and he would decide who he would marry. The woman he would marry had
to be someone he found truly captivating, someone he could protect as fiercely as he guarded his
territory.
Madelyn''s face turned ashen. She realized she had said something wrong. However, Emanuele''s
cordial demeanor toward Isabe made her think she could proceed.
"Introduce your daughter to me? Thisdy here wants to get her daughter stripped naked and left
on the street to be raped by hobos, or maybe shot in some random crossfire one day?" Emanuele
thought that he wasn''t at the point where he needed someone to arrange his marriage. He was the
master of Chicago, and he could decide for himself whom to marry. The person he married had to
be someone who truly moved him, so he could protect her like he protected his territory.
Madelyn''s face turned pale instantly. She realized that Emanuele''s youth had hidden the brutality of
his character.
Yes, he had achieved his position through cruelty, showing no mercy to his enemies. If she married
her daughter to him, what if they had disagreements, and he decided to kill someone?
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So maybe it was best to forget about the whole idea. It was a bit disappointing, but still better than
losing their lives.
Isabe, watching this unfold, found it a bit amusing. Why did Madelyn seem less terrifying now? It
was funny to see her so frightened in front of Emanuele. At least Isabe could keep herposure
when faced with Emanuele, even when he had threatened her with death several times.
"Let''s not talk about this," Sophia intervened, sensing the awkward atmosphere between the two.
She grabbed Emanuele''s arm, called a waiter, and brought two sses of champagne.
"Emanuele, I''m delighted to be a part of your extended family. I promise we will have a happy life
together in the future."
Emanuele clinked his ss with Sophia''s, and his cold and intimidating aura mellowed.
Madelyn had been so frightened that Emanuele didn''t look at her again, and the atmosphere eased
slightly. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she tried to strike up a conversation. She noticed Isabe
standing there quietly and pulled her into the discussion.
"Isabe, Chloe often tells me how much she misses you and wants to visit you in Chicago. Why
don''t you two set up a meeting?"
Isabe''s mood sank. Meeting with Chloe? No, it wouldn''t be a meeting, but a humiliation session. If
she had to face Chloe alone, she would feel like she was going to die.
However, her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn''t speak, let alone refuse the idea. Her
stupid illness always seemed to act up whenever someone mentioned Chloe, making her look weak
and helpless.
Suddenly, a hand grasped Isabe''s shoulder, drawing her closer. It was Emanuele. His powerful
presence, tinged with a hint of cold-bloodedness and a scent of death, something she had once
feared, nowforted her inexplicably. Did Emanuele sense her emotional turmoil?
"This youngdy doesn''t seem to enjoy chatting with the elders. Isabe, how about we go over
there?" Emanuele embraced her and led her away from the crowd.
Once they left, Sophia looked at Madelyn. "You almost caused a disaster just now. Emanuele is not
someone anyone can provoke."
Madelyn was about to cause trouble, but she stopped. She had nearly forgotten how ruthless
Emanuele could be. It was true; his rise was partially due to his brutal nature, and he never showed
mercy to his enemies. If she married her daughter to him, what if they had disagreements, and he
decided to kill someone?
So maybe it was best to forget about the whole idea. It was a bit disappointing, but still better than
losing their lives. Madelyn suddenly became pale. Isabe, who was quietly watching, found it
amusing. Why did Madelyn seem less scary now? She looked quite embarrassed, facing Emanuele
with such a frightened expression. At least she could stay calm when Emanuele had threatened her
life several times.
Sophia decided to break the tension. "Okay, enough of that. Let''s not talk about this." She grabbed
Emanuele''s arm, called a waiter, and brought two sses of champagne.
"Cheers, Emanuele. I''m thrilled to be part of your extended family. I promise, we''ll have a happy life
together from now on."
Emanuele clinked his ss with Sophia''s, and his intimidating demeanor mellowed. Madelyn, who
had nearly been frightened to death by Emanuele''s response earlier, saw his tension ease and
began to rx.
Feeling a bit awkward, Madelyn decided to strike up a conversation. She noticed Isabe standing
there quietly and pulled her into the discussion.
"Isabe, Chloe has been talking a lot about how she misses you and wants to visit you in Chicago.
How about you two meet up sometime?" Isabe''s mood plummeted. Meeting with Chloe? No, it
wouldn''t be a meeting, but a humiliation session. If she had to face Chloe alone, she would feel like
she was going to die. However, her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn''t speak, let alone
refuse the idea. Her stupid illness always seemed to act up whenever someone mentioned Chloe,
making her look weak and helpless.
Isabe''s mood plummeted. Meeting with Chloe? No, it wouldn''t be a meeting, but a humiliation
session. If she had to face Chloe alone, she would feel like she was going to die. However, her
throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn''t speak, let alone refuse the idea. Her stupid illness
always seemed to act up whenever someone mentioned Chloe, making her look weak and
helpless.
At that moment, a hand grasped Isabe''s shoulder, drawing her closer. It was Emanuele. His
powerful presence, tinged with a hint of cold-bloodedness and a scent of death,
something she had once feared, nowforted her inexplicably. Did Emanuele sense her
emotional turmoil?
"This youngdy doesn''t seem to enjoy chatting with the elders. Isabe, how about we go over
there?" Emanuele embraced her and led her away from the crowd.
Once they left, Sophia looked at Madelyn. "You almost caused a disaster just now. Emanuele is not
someone anyone can provoke."
Madelyn, still somewhat shaken, patted her chest. "God, I just wish Chloe could marry into this
family, so we''d get to meet more often. That would be a delightful thing."
Madelyn came up with a quick excuse. For her, lying was incredibly simple.
"But Emanuele is not an ordinary person. He doesn''t show mercy to outsiders. Only when he
epts us as his family does he have patience with us. I''ve known his father for three months and
had a clear discussion with him. I''ve told him I''m not interested in anything rted to their family
except for my genuine affection for his father. That''s why he allowed me to join their family," Sophia
exined in a hushed tone.
"I understand," Madelyn replied.
She then turned to see Emanuele with his arm around Isabe''s waist, and their rtionship
seemed harmonious.
"But why is Isabe on such good terms with Emanuele? I heard you say she visited here some
time ago," Madelyn inquired.
"I don''t really know," Sophia responded. "Maybe Isabe appears to be an innocent young girl, and
Emanuele treats her well because of that."
Is that so? Madelyn thought. If that''s the case, then Chloe should do well too. Chloe was not only
beautiful but also had a refined demeanor. In their vige, she was referred to as a princess.
Madelyn had meticulously cultivated her noble bearing, teaching her to dance and y the piano
from a young age. What did Isabe have topare to that? She had grown up sleeping in a
cowshed.
Madelyn made a silent resolution to bring Chloe here next time. Despite Emanuele''s harsh words
just now, she was sure he would be smitten with Chloe.
Meanwhile, Isabe had been pulled onto the dance floor by Emanuele. She hadn''t wanted to go,
but he insisted, forcing her to dance with him. Away from Madelyn, her emotions began to stabilize.
She even felt a bit grateful to Emanuele for keeping her away from that wicked woman.
But then she remembered what Emanuele had done in the study earlier, and she realized that this
man wasn''t much better.
"Are you scared of your aunt?" Emanuele asked as he held Isabe close, dancing with her. Their
bodies were almost touching, and his chin brushed against her hair. The intimate contact made
Isabe ufortable.
Isabe replied, trying to sound confident, "I''m not scared."
Emanuele was sure she was lying. "Usually, when people lie, their eyes wander, and they can''t look
at the person they''re speaking to. Besides, your body is stiff, indicating emotional instability.
Isabe, I don''t believe you can''t even dance such a simple dance."
Isabe shot back, "Emanuele, I suggest you be a psychologist with your excellent ability to
analyze people''s minds and write a book about it."
Emanuele just smiled, his mood lightening as he watched her get angry. He''d never seen anyone
dare to be this angry with him before. This little one was certainly brave. She was much stronger
than when she had been standing next to Madelyn, looking so lifeless.
Although he enjoyed tormenting her and relishing her pain, he hoped that her suffering would be
because of him and not that so-called aunt. He wanted all her emotions, whether happiness, anger,
sorrow, or joy, to revolve around him, not anyone else.
"You don''t have to worry about that," Isabe replied, keeping her secret guarded. She hadn''t even
told her mother about it, and she didn''t want Emanuele to see her vulnerability.
"Oh, then how about I take you straight to your aunt? Let her take you back to their house for a few
days. I think your mom and your aunt will surely agree," Emanuele said with a smile. He tightened
the hand around Isabe''s waist, pulling her closer, while closely observing her reaction.