Chapter 28: ustrophobia Attack


    Chapter 28: ustrophobia Attack


    Emanuele led Isabe outside, holding her hand. To an outsider, their rtionship seemed quite


    amicable, but little did they know that each regarded the other as an enemy.


    They arrived at the car, and Emanuele finally noticed that Isabe''s hand was unusually cold. He


    furrowed his brow, remembering that her hand had been warm when he first held it. But now, it felt


    lifeless, like a corpse''s hand.


    Turning to look at Isabe, he noticed her vacant eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of fear, as if she


    had encountered a devil.


    "What''s wrong with you?" Emanuele asked. It was strange; why did Isabe seem so frightened


    now? She appeared as though her soul had left her body in fear.


    Emanuele had never seen Isabe react this way before. Even though he had threatened her life


    several times, even held a gun to her when they first met, she had never shown such fear.


    Isabe seemed unresponsive to his questions. She didn''t react at all. Emanuele noticed that her


    breathing was barely perceptible, as if she might suffocate at any moment.


    What was happening? He had spoken those words earlier with far less intensity than his usual


    threats. There was no way they could have scared her like this.


    But her current reaction made it clear that she had been genuinely frightened by his words.


    Seeing Isabe''sck of response, Emanuele couldn''t help but shake her body gently. "Isabe,


    what''s wrong? Should we go to the hospital?"


    Damn it, even though he enjoyed seeing her in pain and torment, making her lower her expensive


    head in submission, he didn''t want anything to happen to her. If she were to die, he would lose an


    interesting toy.


    Isabe, shaken by Emanuele''s shaking, felt her soul return to her body. She slowly turned to look


    at him, realizing that her ustrophobia was slowly taking over.


    No, she couldn''t let this happen. She couldn''t let him know about her condition, or he would use it


    against her the next time.


    Just as their Mafia family would exploit an enemy''s weakness, they would show no mercy, resorting


    to murder, arson, even harming their enemies'' wives and children. For them, her condition was just


    a minor vulnerability.


    She couldn''t let Emanuele use this against her, or she felt that she would soon be dead.


    "I''m fine," Isabe managed to utter, then opened the car door, got in, and quickly, when Emanuele


    wasn''t paying attention, retrieved some estazms from her purse and swallowed the medication.


    The bitter taste spread in her mouth, and Isabe finally began to feel somewhatfortable.


    Emanuele also got into the car, watching as Isabe''s condition gradually improved. Herplexion


    wasn''t as pale as before, and when he held Isabe''s hand, he noticed her warmth had returned.


    He could finallyy to rest the concern he had been carrying.


    A mocking smile yed on Emanuele''s face. "I told you, your resilience is like that of a cockroach.


    You can''t be killed no matter what. How could such a minor threat scare you to death?"


    Isabe red at Emanuele, her eyes filled with fury. "Mr. Lombardi, how long do you n to torture


    me? Can''t you just leave me alone?"


    "Leave you alone? Isabe, you''re a toy that fits my tastes perfectly. How could I possibly leave you


    alone?" Emanueleughed, a cruel smile on his face. He felt that Isabe existed solely for him,


    from her appearance and figure to her personality. In fact, everything about her suited his taste.


    Yes, since meeting Isabe, he found all the other women he had been with to be inferior. Isabe


    had reignited his desire for conquest.


    "Isabe, you''re the first woman to defy me. I wonder if you''re equally tenacious in bed,"


    Emanuele''s tongue lightly grazed his lips, a hint of desire in his expression, as he began to


    fantasize about that scene.


    Isabe simply wanted to berate Emanuele as a pervert. Was he insane, thinking about having her?


    She was his step-sister, after all! Even though Emanuele hadn''t physically touched her, at this


    moment, Isabe felt as if she had been vited in his mind.


    The next day, Isabe had to take leave to attend a party. When she informed Evelyn about it,


    Evelyn was shocked. "You''ve never taken a day off before."


    "Today is an exception. My mother returned from overseas, and I want to see her," Isabe said


    without much exnation, choosing a casual excuse. She hoped that with so many people at the


    party, even if Emanuele were there, his attention wouldn''t be solely focused on her. This would


    provide an opportunity to talk to her mother.


    But damn it, every time she thought about this, Emanuele''s warning came back to haunt her, and


    Chloe''s voice echoed in her mind. She truly carried a deep-seated fear of Chloe.


    Today, Isabe wore a strapless ck gown that entuated her curvaceous figure. The dress had


    a fishtail design, hugging her from top to bottom before ring out at the hem, creating a sexy and


    cute look.


    "Oh, dear, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit!" Grazia eximed.


    She had intentionally called Isabe over early because she had prepared this ensemble for her.


    Along with that, there was a stylist who enjoyed working with Isabe, hoping to make her look even


    more morous.


    The stylist crafted a refined makeup look for Isabe, and her hair was left to cascade down in


    loose, voluminous waves, soft and silky, draping elegantly over her shoulders.


    Grazia was highly satisfied with Isabe''s appearance and eagerly ushered her downstairs to


    mingle with more people.


    Today marked a grand celebration for the young elite, with many heirs and heiresses of noble


    families in attendance. Isabe noticed that even rk had made an appearance.


    Ever since thest disagreement between Isabe and rk, she had been avoiding him. She


    couldn''t allow him to marry her, especially considering his involvement with the mafia. She had no


    intention of marrying into that world.


    At this moment, rk was engaged in a conversation with Emanuele. Grazia promptly pointed at


    rk and said, "Isabe, I heard that rk is pursuing you. Is that true?"


    Isabe nodded in response.


    "You could give it a try. He''s the head of the Canadian mafia, but he''s witty and humorous. Being


    with him would bring you happiness."


    Isabe nced toward Emanuele, who stood beside rk. His expression resembled that of an


    ice block, his features tightly held. Even when some attractive youngdies approached him to


    strike up a conversation, he remained silent, his cold and menacing demeanor sending them


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    "Has Emanuele always had this kind of personality?" Isabe asked curiously, feeling that nobody


    was better suited to be a mafia boss than Emanuele. He seemed like he was born for the job.


    However, to her surprise, Grazia, who had been cheerful until now, suddenly lost her smile and


    shook her head.


    "No, Emanuele wasn''t always like this. It''s after he went through three kidnappings that he became


    this way. But, to be honest, as long as he epts you, he can be quite good to you. Deep down,


    he''s not a bad person."