Chapter 29: Emanuele Kidnapped Three Times


    Chapter 29: Emanuele Kidnapped Three Times


    Really? Isabe didn''t think so. She didn''t see any threat from him, yet he seemed to take pleasure


    in tormenting her, even to the point of wanting to kill her. Still, she was curious about what Grazia


    had mentioned regarding his kidnappings.


    "Has he been kidnapped so many times before?" Isabe inquired.


    Grazia replied, "In the past, Emanuele was quite lively and adorable. As his sister, my mother and I


    took care of him. He had the innocence of a child. But things changedter on. The first time it


    happened, our mother was kidnapped by those despicable thugs. They gang-raped and killed her,


    but our father imed it was an ident."


    As Grazia recounted this, Isabe found it extremely disturbing. My God, was this what women


    associated with mafia bosses had to go through? She had just gotten entangled in all of this and


    was already dealing with assassination attempts and kidnappings. She couldn''t help but wonder


    what would have happened if she had been sessfully abducted. What kind of horrors would


    those thugs have subjected her to?


    "At the time, Emanuele was only six years old and vaguely aware of some things. But as he grew


    older, he learned how his mother had really died," Grazia continued, sighing. "The second time,


    when Emanuele was eight years old, he was almost taken from his own bedroom. Our father


    arrived in time and killed those two scoundrels. He also gave Emanuele a good beating."


    Isabe found it hard to believe. "Why would they beat Emanuele? He was the victim, wasn''t he?"


    "Because he was too weak. As the heir to the Chicago mafia boss, his weakness would only lead to


    his demise. Our father couldn''t allow his son to be like that," Grazia sighed again. "From then on,? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    our father took Emanuele to the shooting range every day to train his marksmanship. He even took


    him to the dungeons to see the prisoners, teaching him how to maximize their suffering to extract


    useful information from them."


    Isabe couldn''t imagine an eight-year-old going through all of that. "And then, Emanuele changed.


    He didn''t smile as much, and his eyes were always stormy. His lips turned cold, recing the


    warmth. But most of all, it was thest kidnapping that changed him the most."


    "At the age of twelve, Emanuele was kidnapped again, but this time, he managed to kill those


    abductors himself. It was his first time killing someone, and three kidnappers lost their lives to his


    gun. They had let their guard down, never expecting a twelve-year-old to kill, let alone carry a


    weapon with him. After that, our father was proud of him, considering him his pride," Grazia


    exined, sighing. "From then on, killing became a habit for Emanuele. If he came home one day


    without the smell of blood, I''d find it strange."


    Isabe looked at Emanuele talking to someone in the corner, never imagining the extent of his past


    experiences. Still, what did this have to do with her? Even if he had gone through all this in the past,


    it didn''t justify him tormenting her.


    "Isabe, as women, our responsibilities are not as heavy as those of the men," Grazia said with a


    cheerful smile. "We can buy the things we like and enjoy life to the fullest. Of course, we may face


    some risks now and then, but most of the time, we don''t need to worry too much. It''s just that


    sometimes, we may be required to marry a mafia boss or one of our father''s subordinates. We don''t


    have the right to refuse."


    Isabe''splexion turned pale at those words, and thoughts of Emanuele''s demand for marriage


    within a month flooded her mind.


    Isabe couldn''t help but sp Grazia''s hand tightly. "Grazia, do I have to marry someone too?"


    Seeing Isabe''s nervousness, Grazia gently stroked her hair. "Isabe, don''t worry. You''ve only just


    entered our family, and you haven''t even finished college. How can anyone expect you to get


    married?"


    "But what if Emanuele wants me to marry?" Isabe cautiously asked.


    Grazia, wearing a serious expression, fixed her gaze on Isabe. "I don''t know, Isabe. I chose my


    own marriage. Both my father and Emanuele told me that as long as I was happy, it was fine. Being


    with Andrew makes me happy, but I also understand that Emanuele is the boss now. If I were still


    unmarried, and he wanted to arrange my marriage, I wouldn''t have a choice. Isabe, that''s our


    fate."


    Our fate? No, she refused to ept that. She had been forced into this family, and she certainly


    wasn''t any mafia princess.


    "Grazia, what if I refuse? I want to have control over my own marriage."


    "In that case, Emanuele might kill you because you''d be defying him, challenging his dignity,"


    Grazia replied solemnly.


    Isabe looked towards Emanuele, that demon-like man. Was he her creator? Why did he have the


    power to decide her life and death?


    Emanuele had spotted her too, narrowing his eyes slightly, and began walking towards them.


    At that moment, Grazia continued her well-intentioned advice to Isabe. "Isabe, I know this may


    be hard for you to ept, but as my father''s stepdaughter, you might share the same inheritance


    rights as I do. This might reduce the share that Emanuele and I were originally entitled to. I''m fine


    with it; I think Andrew and I have enough wealth tost us a lifetime. But Emanuele is ambitious.


    Even though he has power and money to spare, he''s reluctant to let others share his fortune. What I


    mean is, that''s his nature. If you''re destined to share his assets, he might expect you to shoulder


    some responsibilities or pay a price."


    Grazia recalled her father''s former girlfriend. Initially, she had considered bringing the woman into


    the family, hoping to have more children. But the woman had an unexpected pregnancy. When her


    father was preparing for a wedding, the woman had a fatal car ident.


    Although it appeared to be an ident, who could be certain that Emanuele hadn''t tampered with


    it? Since then, her father had never mentioned having more children. Now, he had married Sophia,


    who was no longer young and had undergone sterilization surgery, and only then did Emanuele


    allow her to enter their family.


    So, Isabe might be destined to be a thorn in Emanuele''s side, but considering how they interacted


    now, it seemed like she might have been overly concerned.


    Isabe wanted to say something, but Emanuele had already gone upstairs and walked up to them.


    "Grazia, I need to talk to Isabe."


    "Sure, go ahead," Grazia replied before heading downstairs to attend to other guests.


    Emanuele firmly grasped Isabe''s arm and pulled her into a nearby cloakroom.


    "Emanuele, what are you doing? Let go of me!"


    The cloakroom door was closed behind them, leaving a spacious room with only the two of them.


    Isabe felt fear creeping in and took a few steps back, trying to stay in the corner, out of


    Emanuele''s reach.