Chapter 31: He Suddenly Appears In Her Room


    Chapter 31: He Suddenly Appears in Her Room


    "I''m fine," Isabe immediately said, forcing a smile. She didn''t want rk to notice anything was


    amiss. She had initially thought there was a difference between rk and Emanuele, that she could


    seek help from him. But now it seemed that there was no difference between the two.


    "Stop lying. Yourplexion is pale, and you look sorrowful, not as beautiful as before, Isabe.


    What happened to you? Let me take you home," rk said, his concern evident. Even though she


    knew it was probably insincere, for a moment, Isabe felt her eyes welling up with tears.


    She had relied on her mother for support since she was young. After her mother found happiness


    and started a new family, her attention shifted, and Isabe received less care. Now that she had


    suffered so much in this ce, Sophia didn''t notice anything unusual, but rk, who had ulterior


    motives, could see there was a problem.


    Isabe didn''t refuse rk this time. Right now, she just wanted to get away from here, and it didn''t


    matter who offered to take her.


    After a brief exchange with Emanuele, rk escorted Isabe out.


    Emanuele stood upstairs, watching rk help Isabe into the car. He couldn''t help but feel a surge


    of anger. Looking at their backs, they appeared extremelypatible.


    He had said that he wanted Isabe to marry rk, so their cooperation could be even closer.


    He wouldn''t have to worry about how to get rid of this stepsister. But now, seeing how rk and


    Isabe were getting along, it made Emanuele feel like there was a wild beast raging inside his


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    Watching rk''s hand on Isabe''s waist, helping her into the car, and seeing them drive away


    from the huge estate, Emanuele suddenly smashed his fist against the balcony railing.


    Thump!


    A muffled but powerful sound demonstrated just how angry he was at this moment.


    Isabe had a nightmare that night. She dreamt of Emanuele entering her room while she was


    sleeping, undressing her, and assaulting her. In the dream, this man''s actions were rough,


    apanied by the strong smell of smoke, alcohol, and a heavy scent of blood. It was as if he had


    killed many people beforeing to her. She pleaded with Emanuele, but he didn''t listen, kissing


    her and forcing himself upon her. No matter how she struggled, it was in vain, and eventually, she


    sumbed.


    Isabe woke up slowly, feeling a desire coursing through her body and the pleasure that this dream


    had incited.


    How could this be? Isabe wondered. She had despised this man, but why, in her dream, did she


    not resist his advances? Why did she even desire it? Was she going crazy?


    Isabe thought of the man who had killed without hesitation, even someone as innocent as herself.


    She actually found herself liking him? And she had dreamed such a passionate dream about him?


    If she truly developed feelings for Emanuele, it would be an unfortunate beginning. Thinking this,


    Isabe sighed and sat up in bed. She wanted to go to the kitchen for a ss of water when, to her


    surprise, she saw a dark figure sitting in a chair next to her bed. The sudden sight startled her, and


    she let out a cry.


    The bodyguards stationed outside heard Isabe''s cry and immediately opened the door, switching


    on the lights.


    "What happened, Miss Gould?" one of the bodyguards asked.


    "Shut up!" Emanuele''s voice came, harsh and menacing, causing Isabe to stop screaming.


    Isabe''s eyes, due to the bright light, had to squint at first. As she slowly rxed, she could see


    the person in front of her clearly.


    It was Emanuele! What was he doing here in the middle of the night, not making a sound? She had


    just woken up, and seeing a person suddenly in her room was startling enough.


    The bodyguard, seeing Isabe and Emanuele talking, knew that Isabe had been frightened by


    him. He closed the door again, giving them some privacy.


    "Why... why are you here?" Isabe asked Emanuele cautiously.


    "This is my apartment. Can''t Ie whenever I want?" Emanuele replied.


    His tone remained unfriendly, his face dark, and his gaze icy, making Isabe clutch her nket,


    afraid that Emanuele might hurt her.


    Damn it, Emanuele was so ruthless and cruel. Why was she having dreams of being intimate with


    him? Did she have some kind of illness? Did she have Stockholm Syndrome? It felt like she had


    be a masochist.


    However, Emanuele''s words reminded Isabe of her current situation. She was living here at his


    mercy. It seemed like she needed to find a way to move out soon.


    Isabe didn''t want to dwell on the issue with Emanuele any longer. She knew that if she kept


    pressing him, he would only resort to even more despicable methods to show her that she was


    wrong.


    This man, who killed so ruthlessly, as if he were chopping vegetables, would probably find torturing


    her even simpler.


    Isabe lowered her tired eyes and told Emanuele, "I want to sleep, please leave."


    However, even when she showed such a docile side, Emanuele didn''t relent.


    As she was about to pull the covers back up and return to her dreams, he suddenly stood up and


    approached her.


    Isabe''s eyshes trembled, her pupils flickering, and her heart raced. She was worried about


    what Emanuele might do next. She feared that he might harm her.


    "Then let''s sleep together," Emanuele said, lifting the covers and squeezing in beside her.


    With him came a gust of cold, imposing wind, and his dominant aura made it difficult for Isabe to


    breathe. She was terrified.


    How did her dream turn into reality?


    Isabe was scared. She immediately sat up and said, "Brother, we are both adults. You shouldn''t


    be sleeping with me."


    She was in her early twenties, not a child. How could she share a bed with an adult man?


    Isabe thought Emanuele was truly insane. On one hand, he despised her-a bothersome


    stepsister who suddenly appeared, looking to im a share of his wealth, and not being obedient.


    She might be polite on the surface, but she harbored resistance inside, and her proud demeanor,


    her desire to draw a clear line from people like him, challenged his dignity.


    But on the other hand, her appearance, like that of a rose, her soft, curvy body, ample chest, and


    perky buttocks, had a fatal sexual attraction for him. Whenever he saw her, he wanted to ravish her


    in bed.


    So, his decision was made, despite the contradictions.


    On one hand, he was eager to marry her off, hoping to never see her again.


    On the other hand, seeing her getting close to other men, engaging in flirtations, would stoke the


    fires of his jealousy, driving him to madness.


    Just like today when he witnessed Isabe and rk interacting like a young couple. Even though


    she had been away for a long time, that image still lingered in his mind, prompting him to throw


    caution to the wind and rush to Isabe''s apartment to confront her!