Chapter 25: Getting Married One Month Later
Chapter 25: Getting Married One Month Later
"If you move again, I''ll finish you right here," Emanuele warned, his voice dripping with menace.
Isabe immediately froze, her heart pounding with fear. She couldn''t believe how physically
aroused this man had be, and it terrified her. She dreaded that Emanuele might force himself
on her again, using her as a tool to satisfy his desires, just like before.
But amidst this fear, a disturbing desire emerged within her. It was a desire she found repulsive,
somethingpletely unlike herself. Isabe couldn''tprehend these conflicting emotions.
Emanuele, on the other hand, struggled to maintain control. At first, he hadn''t regarded Isabe as a
woman, but now, her body and scent were driving him wild with longing. He could feel her warm
body pressed against his, her softness, and the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. All of it was
tearing at his restraint, urging him to strip her bare and im her right then and there.
Isabe dared not move and could only lie helplessly in his arms. She responded to his earlier
question with a trembling voice, "Yes."
Emanuele''s hand moved from her face to her hair, expertly undoing the bun she had tied up for
work. Her long, chestnut curls cascaded down, shimmering beautifully under the dim light.
His index finger traced patterns through her hair, making Isabe feel as though she were an object
of amusement. She was utterly defenseless in his grasp.
"Then he drove you back here. What did you talk about downstairs?" Emanuele inquired.
Isabe couldn''t believe that he knew about this as well. Did he have people monitoring her every
move?
"He asked why I had moved here. I told him about what happenedst night, and he offered to drive
me in the future," Isabe replied truthfully.
"He offered to drive you?" Emanuele''s brow furrowed, and he felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy. He
didn''t like the idea of someone else ensuring Isabe''s safety, as it made him feel inadequate in
protecting his own.
"Isabe, you''re a clever girl. You should know how to decline rk''s offer," Emanuele said as his
hand traveled down her back.
Isabe felt like a helpless pet under his touch. She longed to get away from this man who treated
her like a ything.
"I understand," she replied meekly, still maintaining her obedient facade.
Because Isabe had been sopliant, Emanuele felt a sense of satisfaction. "Starting tomorrow,
I''ll have Tony and the others drive you to the hospital. The cars have been modified with bulletproof
ss and top-notch safety features to withstand even the impact of a truck. Safety is guaranteed
from every angle."
Isabe let out a sigh. She couldn''tprehend Emanuele''s sudden shift from wanting to kill her to
wanting to protect her. Their rtionship had be increasingly bizarre, neither fitting the mold of
siblings nor friends. It was an unsettling,plicated connection.
"Protecting you doesn''t mean I don''t want to kill you," Emanuele, as if reading her thoughts, said
callously. "It''s about upholding the dignity of being the head of the Chicago Mafia. Even if you were
a mere dog by my side, I would protect you."
Isabe''s anger red, and she clenched her fists. How dare hepare her to a dog?
"Oh, by the way, your luggage has already been brought here. It''s in your room. You can go check
it," Emanuele said, releasing his hold on her in the process.
Isabe promptly jumped off hisp and headed to her room. She found most of her clothes were
intact, and, most importantly, the iron box was there. She opened it and saw her belongings inside,
letting out a sigh of relief.
Emanuele watched as Isabe lovingly held an old Barbie doll, and he couldn''t help but sneer, "An
old, tattered Barbie doll? You adore this?"
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When he had opened the box earlier, he had found family photos, her mother''s picture, and some
strange diary entries with just a few keywords. They seemed to be written on days with bad
weather. He couldn''t understand why Isabe would keep such items so preciously.
Isabe, still hugging the Barbie, turned to Emanuele and said, "She''s not just a doll; she''s my
cherished possession from childhood."
Emanuele snorted, "In any case, I''ve kept my promise to you, Isabe. I hope you can keep your
promise to me. Frankly, I wouldn''t mind if you married rk tomorrow."
Emanuele suddenly thought that if Isabe married rk, she would be under his protection, and
he wouldn''t have to worry about her safety. It might even facilitate further cooperation with the
Campbell family. However, the idea of her being with another man filled him with a strange
difort. It was as if something he owned was being taken away.
Isabe, feeling cornered, immediately protested, "I don''t want to get married."
Why did Emanuele always push her to get married? It was so contradictory. He wanted her to marry
rk, yet he didn''t want her to be with him. The situation was baffling.
Seeing Emanuele''s stern demeanor, Isabe softened her tone, saying, "At least, not right now."
"You''re graduating in July, with just a month to go, Isabe. I''ll discuss it with rk. You''ll marry him
in a month," Emanuele dered.
A month? Isabe''s heart raced, and she felt a choking sensation in her throat. She couldn''t
breathe. Why did Emanuele always vacite between appearing good and being utterly infuriating?
She watched Emanuele leave, but his presence seemed to linger, suffocating her. After some time,
when her emotions had somewhat calmed, she picked up her phone and called rk, "rk, do
you want to marry me?"