Chapter 15: Spending The Night At Emanuele''S


    Chapter 15: Spending the Night at Emanuele''s


    Even Emanuele himself didn''t know why he had kissed Isabe, but once their lips met, his mind


    seemed to stop working, and all that remained was raw instinct.


    He began to passionately im Isabe''s breath, forcefully parting her lips with his tongue, greedily


    tasting the vors in her mouth. His hands roamed restlessly over her soft body, lifting her skirt,


    slipping between her thighs, pressing against her flesh, feeling her body wriggle and tremble in his


    embrace.


    In that moment, Emanuele only wanted to possess herpletely. Her fear inexplicably heightened


    his excitement.


    Isabe had never expected Emanuele to kiss her. She widened her eyes in disbelief, squirming in


    his embrace, attempting to break free.


    The scent of smoke clung heavily to the man, making her ufortable. However, her body grew


    increasingly warm, her strength waned, and she became more sensitive. A strange desire welled up


    within her; she wanted more, and she wanted this man to take her passionately.


    Yet, reason ultimately prevailed. Isabe knew they couldn''t continue like this. He was her


    stepbrother, and she was his stepsister. This was all wrong.


    With this realization, Isabe bit Emanuele''s lip forcefully, and blood seeped from his lips. She


    thought the pain would make him release her. Instead, the taste of blood and her constant writhing


    seemed to further excite this man, who resembled a wild beast.


    He tore at her clothing, and from kissing her lips, he moved downward, biting her breasts.


    No, no, this couldn''t go on!


    Pain, shame, and terror overwhelmed Isabe. She could hardly bear it, but her strength was too


    feeble to escape Emanuele''s control.


    "Brother, I''m your sister! You shouldn''t treat me like this!" Isabe could only beg tearfully, her face


    pale as she gazed at the man who had been acting recklessly upon her.


    She couldn''t allow things to go any further. She would lose her sanity if they truly engaged in any


    inappropriate behavior.


    Isabe''s sobbing gradually brought Emanuele back to his senses. He halted his actions, looking at


    the woman in his arms who was trembling, tears streaming down her face. He removed his hands


    from her and seemed to be struggling to restrain himself. Then, he growled lowly, "Get out!"


    Isabe immediately jumped out of Emanuele''s embrace, clutching her clothes to her chest,


    shivering as she hastily fled. She didn''t want to face the terrifying demon that Emanuele had


    be, unpredictable and threatening. Just moments ago, he had seemed like he would devour


    her.


    He was massive in stature, and his temperament was fierce. If he had truly forced himself upon her,


    it would have been a terrifying ordeal.


    She couldn''t care less about her disheveled appearance; she just wanted to get home. However,


    Isabe''s n to escape to her own apartment failed.


    Not long after Isabe had left, she was intercepted by Emanuele''s assistant, Phillip Mcgee.


    Phillip conveyed Emanuele''s instructions to Isabe. "Miss Gould, the boss wants you to stay


    overnight here."


    "I don''t want to. I want to go home," Isabe replied.


    Her mother and stepfather were away on a trip, and Grazia and her husband, Andrew, had their


    own ce. That meant this house, aside from the servants and bodyguards, was empty, except for


    Emanuele. She had to stay with him?


    Insane! If Emanuele wanted to do anything to her at night, she wouldn''t be able to escape.


    Seeing Isabe''s determination, Phillip sighed and ryed Emanuele''s words. "The boss said that if


    he really wanted to do something to you, he could do it at any time. Your apartment is transparent to


    him; it''s just a matter of whether he wants to enter. So, you''d better stay here tonight."


    "He''s such a bastard!" Isabe cursed through clenched teeth.


    In the end, Isabe had to stay in one of the vi''s guest rooms. This room had been prepared for


    her, with clothes, pajamas, shoes, and even shampoo and shower gel, all in her size and high-end


    brands she had never encountered before.


    However, despite the wealth and luxury, Isabe felt extremely ufortable with this upper-ss


    lifestyle. She longed for a simple, ordinary life that was truly hers.


    As she showered, Isabe noticed the red and swollen marks on her neck and chest where


    Emanuele had bitten her. These marks revealed the wild events that had transpired earlier. It made


    Isabe frown and feel immense pain.


    She couldn''t help but scrub those areas vigorously as if trying to erase the markspletely.


    That jerk, he could go to hell! How could he do such things to his stepsister?


    Isabe thought that she needed to find an opportunity to tell her mother about this. She needed her


    mother''s help; otherwise, one day, she might really be assaulted by Emanuele.


    After her shower, a maid came to call her down for dinner. But thinking about facing Emanuele,


    Isabe immediately declined, saying, "I''m not hungry. I won''t eat tonight."


    The maid left.


    However, a little whileter, Isabe received a call from Emanuele.


    "Come downstairs right now, unless you want me toe to your room and watch you eat," he


    said.


    Isabe clenched her teeth, hung up the phone, and rushed downstairs.


    Damn it, if Emanuele came to her room to have dinner with her, she didn''t even want to think about


    it.


    Arriving at the dining room, the table was already filled with delicious-looking food, and Emanuele


    was sitting at the table waiting for her.


    Isabe reluctantly took a seat across from Emanuele, wishing she could be farther away.


    Emanuele spoke, "Come over and sit next to me."


    Isabe didn''t want to move.


    "I won''t say it again," Emanuele''s tone became firmer, his voice deep.


    With no choice, Isabe got up and sat down next to Emanuele.


    As Isabe looked at the sumptuous feast before her and smelled the mouthwatering aromas, her


    stomach began to growl.


    The dining room was quiet, but then Isabe''s stomach growled, startling her. Her face turned as


    red as an apple.


    Even Emanuele, who usually had a serious demeanor and rarely smiled, couldn''t help butugh


    when he heard Isabe''s stomach.


    "Who was it that said they weren''t hungry? Whose stomach is growling now?"


    In that moment, Isabe felt embarrassed and wished she could disappear into the floor. It was so


    humiliating!


    She immediately took a bite of sd, trying to change the subject byplimenting, "Um, this sd


    is really good, delicious!"


    She acted as if it were her first time eating sd.


    Emanuele heard Isabe''s words and smiled once again.


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    As Isabe looked at Emanuele''s face, which was now adorned with a rare, normal smile, she found


    that he didn''t look as menacing as he usually did. Maybe if he could be like this more often, he''d be


    easier to get along with.


    The next day, Isabe was driven to work by one of the bodyguards in a luxurious car.


    Coincidentally, Evelyn saw her.


    "Isabe, how did you suddenly be so wealthy? You have different cars picking you up every


    day," Evelyn couldn''t believe it. How did Isabe be so rich, especially when she had that


    suitor yesterday?


    With these thoughts, Evelyn immediately began to inquire. "By the way, why didn''t your suitor from


    yesterday pick you up today? Did you two not go to a hotelst night?"