Chapter 19: Taking Isabe Home
Chapter 19: Taking Isabe Home
How could there be a man like him? One moment he was kissing her as if he wanted to devour her,
but the next moment, he wanted to kill her! How terrifying.
Although Emanuele hadn''t drawn his gun at this moment, his actions made it clear that he was
reaching for it. Isabe feltpletely innocent and wronged.
"Mr. Lombardi, I''ve already made it clear to you. As long as you let me leave, I can disappear from
your world forever. If possible, you won''t have to see me for the rest of your life. Isn''t that enough?"
Isabe persisted with her initial stance. She had no desire to be involved in this dangerous mafia
world. Even with all their wealth, she still needed to be alive to enjoy it.
"I''ve told you before, from the moment you stepped into our family, you can''t leave anymore,
Isabe. Be a good Mafia princess, fulfill your duties, pick a suitable man to marry, have children,
and let us see your worth. Only then will you earn our respect."
At that moment, the bathroom door was kicked open, and security personnel entered. Their
expressions shifted from anger to visible nervousness when they saw Emanuele.
"We... we didn''t know Mr. Lombardi was here. Please forgive us," one of the security guards
stammered, not daring to meet Emanuele''s gaze.
Emanuele, like a superior king, paid no attention to anyone in the room. He left the bathroom
without a word.
As soon as Emanuele left, Isabe took a moment to calm herself inside the bathroom. She
reapplied her makeup and then emerged.
"Isabe, why did you take so long in the bathroom? Are you okay?" rk looked at Isabe with
concern.
He had seen Emanuele''s description of a violent act earlier. Isabe had clearly been unwell. Her
pale face tugged at rk''s heartstrings.
She was just too innocent, with a simple worldview. She didn''t understand that these kinds of things
were normal for people in their world, just as normal as having a meal. But rk knew that with
time, Isabe would adapt.
"I''m okay," Isabe replied, but her mood was far from it. Every time she faced Emanuele, she felt
like she lostpletely. Her ustrophobia would kick in, making her feel suffocated and afraid.
Thinking of the man''s intense possessiveness and the ruthless intentions he showed afterward,
Isabe knew this man had no emotions. He desired only one thing from her.
He desired herpletely, and she had to find a way to escape from him as soon as possible.
Would marrying rk be a way out? She nced at him, unsure.
rk had no idea about what had just transpired between her and Emanuele. He said, "Emanuele
took quite a long time smoking. I''ve been waiting here all by myself."
He would never suspect that the man who had willingly offered to send his stepsister away would do
such terrible things to her behind his back.
Isabe forced a smile and replied, "I''m sorry to have kept you waiting, rk."
She wondered if being friends with rk, or perhaps even lovers, would be enough to distance
herself from Emanuele''s control. That seemed like the best possible oue. Marriage was out of
the question for her, especially since she had just graduated from college and was about to embark
on a career in the medical field.
Isabe, lost in thought, didn''t realize she had been staring at Emanuele for a while. It wasn''t until a
sharp pain in her waist snapped her back to reality, making her gasp for breath.
She turned to the man next to her, and it was him who had pinched her. However, he now
pretended to bepletely nonchnt, eating his meal without a hint of expression.
This man was truly despicable! She wished she could stab him right now, but in reality, she was
nowhere near a match for him.
Soon, they finished their meal, but Isabe had lost her appetite. Sitting next to Emanuele, she still
couldn''t shake off the lingering smell of blood, which further killed her desire to eat.
"I''m so disgusted by all of this," Isabe thought to herself.
rk noticed that Isabe had little appetite and felt sorry for her. "We''ll go eat something you like
another day. Emanuele, next time, please don''t join us for dinner. It interferes with our bonding
time," he said.
Emanuele chuckled, "Alright, alright. Next time, I''ll let you two have your alone time. I won''t disturb
you."
After finishing his sentence, Emanuele reached for Isabe''s arm and said, "It''s gettingte. I''ll take
Isabe home."
Isabe widened her eyes, a hint of fear flickering in them. Why was Emanuele being so proactive,
insisting on taking her home? No, she didn''t want to be alone with him.
Seeing that Isabe remained motionless, Emanuele turned to her and said, "Let''s go."
With that casual phrase, it might seem insignificant to others, but Isabe clearly saw the threat in
Emanuele''s eyes.
rk sighed, "Emanuele, I''m pursuing Isabe. I think I can take her home."
He felt that Emanuele was interfering too much. Didn''t he dislike his stepsister? Why was he
suddenly worried that rk would harm her?
This didn''t fit Emanuele''s character at all. If he disliked someone, he would either eliminate them or
use their value to his advantage. Why was he being so considerate now? rk couldn''t quite figure
it out.
"Isabe, who do you want to take you home?" Emanuele started to inquire.
Isabe felt like she was caught in the middle, like a sandwich cookie. If she had a choice, she
would prefer rk to take her home. Being with rk was always morefortable.
But looking into Emanuele''s irises, she saw the coldness of someone who could carry out his
threats without hesitation.
"You better be obedient, don''t betray me, or I won''t hesitate to kill you."
She believed he was capable of such things!
Every hair on Isabe''s body stood on end. Then, she said to rk, "I''m sorry, rk. It''s better if my
brother takes me home."
"A smart choice," Emanuele whispered in Isabe''s ear.
Fortunately, during the ride, Emanuele didn''t make any further advances toward her. It seemed that
he was pleased with Isabe''s choice this time.
The atmosphere inside the car was less tense.
When they arrived at Isabe''s apartment building, Emanuele nced at the rundown structure.
Calling it an apartment building felt like a stretch; it was more like a slum. The building had been
standing for who knows how many years, with bricks falling off its exterior, giving it a dpidated
appearance.
Emanuele looked at the building and said to Isabe, "This ce is really run-down. You should
consider moving somewhere else."
"No, I like it here," Isabe replied. She had been living in this area for many years. It was
affordable, convenient, and close to her workce. It might be old and worn, but she had decorated
her little apartment so warmly thating home after work always made her feel rxed. That was
enough for her.
"Your mother has entrusted me with your life, including the rent for your apartment, which I''ll take
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