Chapter 33: Wanting To Strangle Her


    Chapter 33: Wanting to Strangle Her


    "Isabe, no one has ever threatened me and lived to tell the tale," Emanuele said, his expression


    icy and his tone heavy, his grip on Isabe''s hand tightening.


    Isabe felt her throat bing unbearably constricted due to theck of oxygen. Her face turned


    crimson, and her vision started to fade, as if she might pass out any moment.


    Dear God, she hadn''t done anything wrong. Why was this demon torturing her so cruelly?


    Watching the girl in front of him struggling for her life, Emanuele''s lips curved slightly. Yes, she was


    so fragile. With a little more pressure, he could end her right there. Did he really think he was so


    special and powerful for toying with such a fragile creature?


    Emanuele contemted it; maybe he should just strangle her. Although Isabe was interesting, he


    couldn''t allow her to challenge his boundaries so easily. As the head of the Chicago Mafia, he had


    to establish dominance. Anyone daring to provoke him would meet a swift demise. How else could


    he control his underlings?


    However, as he saw Isabe''s face growing paler, her struggles gradually ceasing, and it seemed


    like she might lose consciousness any moment, he furrowed his brow. For some reason, he felt


    ufortable, and he immediately released Isabe.


    Isabe fell onto the bed, and at the same time, she got a chance to breathe again. It was like a fish


    that had been out of water for too long, suddenly being thrown back into it. She had never realized


    that being able to breathe fresh air normally could be such a wonderful thing.


    Yet, when Isabe looked up and saw the mountain-like man before her, she couldn''t help but


    tremble with fear. Her body was still shaking.


    Seeing Isabe''s fear, Emanuele''s difort grew.


    What''s wrong with you, Emanuele? She challenged you, and you didn''t like it. She''s scared of you,


    and you still feel ufortable?


    Emanuele left the room, closing the door behind him. He felt like he would go insane if he stayed


    with Isabe any longer. He was usually so decisive in his actions – if he wanted to kill someone,


    they wouldn''t survive the next moment. But now, he was hesitating. What was wrong with him?


    Emanuele''s departure allowed Isabe to finally rx. This man was truly terrifying, with his


    inexplicable desire to be with her one moment and his irrational rage the next. In his presence, she


    felt like a tiny ant, with her life at his mercy.


    Isabe thought this situation was beyond dreadful. She wanted to escape, but everyone here was


    connected to Emanuele. Where could she go? The only option might be leaving the country, but she


    couldn''t bear to leave her mother behind.


    ...


    "Isabe, are you okay? You look really pale, and what''s with the bruise on your neck?" Evelyn


    asked as soon as Isabe arrived at the hospital.


    Both of them were doctors, so their professional sensitivity was high. Despite Isabe''s attempt to


    hide the marks on her neck with a ribbon, Evelyn immediately spotted them.


    "It''s nothing, just an idental injury," Isabe forced a smile. She had only noticed the bruising on


    her neck when she woke up that morning, a painful reminder of Emanuele''s actions the previous


    night. She hastily covered it with a scarf.


    Thinking of that demon, Isabe felt like she was living through a nightmare.


    How could she ever escape him? Did she really have to marry rk to break free? But she knew it


    would only be jumping from one abyss to another.


    "Did you and your wealthy boyfriend get a little too wildst night?" Evelyn teased, ncing at the


    bruise on Isabe''s neck and covering her mouth with her hand. "But seriously, be careful. That


    bruise looks pretty deep. If he had choked you to unconsciousness, what would you have done?"


    Isabe knew Evelyn believed it was some sort of yful game between her and rk. She had a


    headache. Why did Evelyn always have such a dirty mind? But she supposed that was better than


    Evelyn discovering that she had nearly been killed.


    "Honestly, your boyfriend really cares about you, making you bring two bodyguards even to the


    hospital," Evelyn remarked, casting a nce at the two men standing outside the corridor.


    Looking at Tony and Harry, Isabe furrowed her brow. "Evelyn, I really want to exin everything


    to you." She wanted to rify that she wasn''t officially with rk yet and that her current situation


    was orchestrated by her stepbrother.


    But observing Evelyn''s innocent demeanor, Isabe hesitated. She felt that sharing too much would


    only make her friend scared and confused.


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    "I understand," Evelyn patted Isabe''s shoulder. "You don''t have to exin. Next time, ask your


    boyfriend if any of his friends are single and introduce me. If I could be pursued by someone so


    wealthy, why would I bother going to work? I''d be traveling around the world with my boyfriend."


    "Evelyn, the world isn''t as simple as it seems on the surface. It might look good, but you also lose a


    lot," Isabe cautioned.


    "Lose what?" Evelyn asked.


    "Like the possibility of losing your life at any moment," Isabe sighed, still haunted by the near


    misses she had experienced, from the almost car ident to the kidnapping attempt. She couldn''t


    help but shudder at the thought.


    She felt that her future would either end at the hands of Emanuele or his enemies. If she could


    make it to next year, it would be a reason to celebrate with champagne.


    Evelyn was quick to pick up on the implications in Isabe''s words. "Oh my god, so these two


    bodyguards suddenly appeared because your life is in danger?!"


    Isabe nodded.


    "Okay, I get it. I won''t envy you anymore, Isabe. You''ve been through a lot. So, are you nning


    to break up with him?" Evelyn inquired.


    Isabe smiled wryly. "I''m actually not officially with him. It''s just that my mother married the former


    head of the mafia, and I got dragged into all of this. I don''t even know how many people want to


    take my life now."


    Evelyn once again covered her mouth in astonishment. "Oh my goodness, I''ve never heard you


    mention this before!" She scrutinized Isabe, who was wearing a Dior blouse today. She noticed


    that Isabe had been wearing more upscale clothingtely.


    Could it be that Isabe''s newfound wealth was somehow rted to her stepfather? Was her


    wealthy suitor also connected through him?


    Evelyn knew that the mafia existed all over the world, and even in their country, there were several


    mafia groups. They had their struggles, and people died, but that was usually within their own


    circles. Ordinary people who kept their distance were usually safe.


    She had never imagined that her close friend would have any connection to these organizations.


    "I don''t know how to exin it, Evelyn. My life has be a nightmare, and telling you would only


    make you worry. I just hope you never get involved in this kind of life. It''s like a terrible dream,"


    Isabe sighed, feeling utterly helpless and powerless.