Chapter 30: Who Are You Trying To Seduce?


    Chapter 30: Who Are You Trying to Seduce?


    "Isabe, why are you dressed so seductively today? Trying to seduce someone?" Emanuele


    approached Isabe step by step, questioning her.


    He had never seen Isabe wear such a revealing outfit before. Even the dress he had provided for


    her at the previous banquet had some modesty, but today, she wore a strapless bodice that left little


    to the imagination. The dress clung to her, entuating her curves, and her breasts seemed


    perfectly shaped, a snowy expanse that appeared ready to spill out at any moment. The fabric at


    her chest seemed like it might slide down with each step.


    When he had seen Isabe downstairs, Emanuele couldn''t help but think that she looked incredibly


    tempting, and it was no wonder that men''s eyes were drawn to her.


    "It''s a gift from Grazia. She said I look great in it," Isabe replied. She had never worn such a dress


    before. In fact, she had never had the opportunity to wear such elegant clothing. Chloe used to say


    she wasn''t worthy, that she was just a lowly mutt who didn''t deserve to wear beautiful dresses. She


    never had birthdays or attended parties where such attire was needed, and she had missed her


    graduation ceremony as well.


    Whenever her uncle, aunt, and Chloe went out for social events, she stayed at home alone, wearing


    shabby clothes, cleaning and tidying up the house. Otherwise, when they returned, they would


    scold her severely.


    The two dresses she had worn before were gifts from the Lombardi siblings, and Isabe found it


    ironic to think about it now. She despised fitting into this world, but it was only because she entered


    their world that she had the opportunity to wear such expensive clothes.


    Emanuele couldn''t help but curse, "Grazia damn well shouldn''t have thought of having you wear


    such clothes!" He grabbed a jacket and tossed it to Isabe. "Put this on!"


    It was a ck leather jacket, and Isabe knew it belonged to Emanuele. However, it looked really


    large, as if it could wrap around her twice.


    "This jacket feels really weird," Isabe put it on, noticing that the sleeves were especially long,


    covering her palms, and the hem extended down to her thighs, making it quite loose.


    Of course, it would have fit Emanuele perfectly, but it was far from suitable for her.


    "If you don''t put on this jacket, I''ll take off your dress and kick you out of this room, making you the


    center of everyone''s attention," Emanuele rudely stated. Damn it, the thought of her exposing so


    much skin to others made Emanuele extremely ufortable. He almost wished he could pluck


    out their eyeballs.


    Isabe believed that Emanuele was capable of doing such a thing. She tightened her grip on the


    dress, looking at Emanuele. "Can I go now?"


    This devil, even though Grazia had told her he hadn''t always been like this, that was no reason to


    forgive him. She was more innocent than him, yet he seemed to have no pity for her and


    continuously sought to torment her. She despised this devil!


    Emanuele watched Isabe''s obedient appearance, but in truth, he sensed a hint of resistance in


    her eyes.


    Emanuele smiled and approached, reaching out to hold Isabe in his arms. He towered over her,


    and with Isabe in his arms, she felt like a pet cat.


    He had to admit; it felt good.


    Emanuele ran his hand through Isabe''s hair, which felt as soft as silk, making him reluctant to let


    go. He found himself strangely captivated, unlike his previous interactions with other women. Most


    women were just tools for him to satisfy his desires, and he disposed of them when he was done.


    He didn''t need to invest any emotions in them; it was more efficient that way.


    But with Isabe, something felt different. He seemed to pay attention to her, to enjoy teasing her,


    and derive pleasure from tormenting her.


    At this moment, Emanuele''s lips were close to Isabe''s ear, and he asked, "Are you still a virgin?"


    "What did you say?" Isabe was startled and tried to break free from Emanuele''s embrace, but she


    couldn''t.


    It was always like this. Isabe knew that as long as Emanuele didn''t release her, she couldn''t


    resist.


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    "Answer me, Isabe. Are you still a virgin?" Emanuele asked again, this time in amanding


    tone, like he was giving orders to a subordinate. He loosened his grip on her slightly but held her


    chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.


    "This is my private matter, and I don''t want to answer," Isabe replied angrily, feeling offended. She


    red at Emanuele, fearing him but unwilling to let him trample on her dignity. When a person lost


    their personality and dignity, they might as well be dead!


    "Isabe, you''re being very disobedient. Do you want me to personally check if you''re still a virgin?"


    Emanuele said, his other hand moving down, tracing a path across her belly button to that sensitive


    area below.


    Isabe screamed in terror, "Stop! Emanuele, stop!"


    Dear God, what was this devil doing?


    "I''m not a virgin," Isabe immediately confessed.


    At her words, Emanuele''s actions came to a halt. His eyes now burned with intense curiosity. "Oh?


    You''re not? How many boyfriends before?"


    "J-just one... I had one boyfriend before," Isabe replied, her face contorted with anguish. She felt


    the air around her grow tight, making it difficult to breathe.


    Emanuele was too cruel. He always acted this way, and whenever she dared to resist, he made


    even worse decisions, forcing her into submission.


    Emanuele released her, and she gasped for breath, feeling utterly drained. She knew she was no


    match for Emanuele in this battle against the devil.


    "One," Emanuele repeated Isabe''s words, his expression easing up a bit. Then he let go of


    Isabe. "Isabe, my intention was to ensure your integrity as a gift. You''re going to marry the head


    of the Mafia in the future, and I don''t want your actions to jeopardize the rtionship between the


    two families."


    In truth, he didn''t need this exnation because he just wanted to know, not to check for her future


    husband. But this was the excuse he had to use.


    Lack of self-control? A sardonic smile yed on Isabe''s face as she red at Emanuele with


    eyes full of resentment. Did he really see her as nothing more than a gift, meant to maintain


    practicality and aesthetics? Was that his sole purpose?


    Exiting the dressing room, Isabe no longer had any mood left. After briefly greeting Grazia, she


    hurriedly left the party.


    The crowd at the party was still lively, but Isabe felt profoundly mncholic.


    This ce really wasn''t suitable for her.


    rk noticed Isabeing out and followed her. "Isabe, what''s wrong? You seem like you''re


    not in a good mood."