Chapter 43: Chloe Comes Over


    Chapter 43: Chloe Comes Over


    At this very moment, a surprising notion crossed Emanuele''s mind. Maybe he needed a woman,


    someone who would be a perfect match for him.


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    He had had numerous girlfriends in the past, but for him, they had all been just sexual partners.


    None had the appeal that made him want to conquer a woman both physically and emotionally.


    Isabe, however, seemed different. Regardless of her figure or personality, he found her quite


    enticing. It was just her status as his step-sister that was off-putting. But if he set that aside, there


    was no denying he was drawn to her.


    As he held the woman in his arms, feeling her fear and distress, Emanuele continued to kiss her,


    trying to soothe her emotions.


    "Isabe, you''ll get used to it," he said.


    Tears continued to stream down Isabe''s face, and the realization of having taken a life left her


    trembling in fear. Her hands were stained with blood, and she thought she might die.


    "Devil, you are truly a devil," Isabe muttered, then her vision went ck, and she fainted.


    Seeing Isabe pass out, Emanuele hesitated for a moment before scooping her up. He looked at


    her, her face as pale as paper, and couldn''t help but curse softly, "Damn it, you fragile woman. I


    hope you''re okay."


    Isabe felt like she had been in a deep, dream-filled sleep. She dreamt about her childhood at her


    uncle''s house, the scenes of being mistreated, bullied by Chloe, and locked in a pitch-ck room.


    Then, she dreamt of Emanuele, who appeared as a demon in her dream, torturing her relentlessly,


    causing unbearable pain.


    Isabe suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself on therge bed in the apartment. Her mind felt


    foggy, as if it were filled with cotton, and she couldn''t remember what had happened. She realized


    she was extremely thirsty and physically weak. Being a doctor, she estimated she had been


    unconscious for over a day.


    "When will she wake up? If she doesn''t wake up today, I''ll blow your damn brains out!" came


    Emanuele''s irate voice from outside the room.


    Simultaneously, the room door was pushed open.


    Isabe spotted Emanuele''s towering figure.


    Emanuele gazed at Isabe, who was sitting there in a daze, and he couldn''t help but smile. It


    seemed her recovery was going well; she already had the strength to resist him.


    "You had a high fever, slept for three days. I thought you were a goner. Thankfully, Isabe, you


    didn''t disappoint me. You''re remarkably strong," Emanuele praised, cupping Isabe''s face. He


    disregarded her struggles and nted a kiss on her forehead.


    Good Lord, she had been asleep for three days! Isabe was shocked. She quickly reached for her


    phone; she had missed three days of work, and Evelyn was probably extremely worried. However,


    when she attempted to make a call, she realized that someone had answered Evelyn''s calls for her.


    Emanuele leaned over and noticed Isabe''s phone screen was stuck on the most recent missed


    call. He told Isabe, "While you were unconscious, your best friend kept calling, so I picked up for


    you."


    "You answered it for me? What did you say?" Isabe was shocked, fearing that Emanuele might


    have said something inappropriate.


    Emanuele shrugged, "Does it matter? I told her you were sick and wouldn''t be able to go back to


    work for a few days."


    Isabe quickly dialed Evelyn''s number.


    "Evelyn, I''ve been sick for the past couple of days and couldn''t make it to work," Isabe exined.


    "I know. Your step-brother answered the call and informed me about your condition," Evelyn''s


    laughter came through the phone. "So, your mother married the former head of the mafia. Is your


    step-brother the current mafia boss?"


    "Yes," Isabe admitted.


    "Oh my goodness, he seems so gentle. Isabe, is he Emanuele?" Evelyn had heard about


    Emanuele; he was quite famous in Chicago, known for his ruthless methods, but his handsome and


    charming appearance made him a favorite among many young girls.


    "Yes," Isabe confirmed, feeling Evelyn''s excitement.


    "Evelyn, I envy you for having such a powerful brother. If your cousin knew, she''d be so jealous of


    you."


    Thinking about Chloe''s uing visit to Chicago, Isabe realized she had only four days left, and


    she had been asleep for three of them. She had to face the truth; she wasn''t entirely ready.


    Isabe felt the weight of Chloe''s strong psychological control, always living in her shadow, never


    escaping her influence.


    "Evelyn, I''m feeling a bit tired. I need to rest," Isabe changed the subject and said her goodbyes.


    Hanging up the phone, she noticed Emanuele staring at her, and that eerie feeling crept up on her


    again.


    "What''s wrong?" she asked.


    She was genuinely exhausted, and the thought of dealing with both Emanuele and Chloe weighed


    heavily on her. If they decided to torment her together, Isabe was unsure if she could handle it


    and not lose her mind.


    "Three days without food while you were unconscious. Get up and eat something," Emanuele finally


    decided not to agitate Isabe further and suggested she get up and eat.


    Isabe did feel hungry, so she got up. However, she was so weak that her steps were unsteady.


    Seeing this, Emanuele simply lifted her off her feet.


    Isabe couldn''t help but exim and reached out to cling to Emanuele''s neck.


    Emanuele held Isabe as they walked to the dining room and ced her gently on a chair. He was


    gentle in his actions but couldn''t resist a hint of mockery in his tone. "You''re as fragile as a flower on


    the windowsill."


    "That''s all thanks to you," Isabe retorted, refusing to back down.


    "You talk back well. Let''s see if you''re just as defiant in bed," Emanuele sneered.


    With that onement, Isabe fell silent. She knew that Emanuele could truly dominate her. He


    had shown her just how powerful he could be that night. As she thought back to that experience,


    she realized that while it had brought her physical pleasure, it had been a psychological humiliation.


    This man was truly despicable!


    Isabe drank two sses of water and had some spaghetti and mushroom soup, feeling her


    energy slowly returning.


    After her meal, Isabe received a call from Sophia.


    "Isabe, I heard you were sick. Are you okay now?"


    "I''m fine, Mom," Isabe replied.


    "Oh, Chloe ising over. Do you want to join us for dinner?"


    Sophia''s words drained the color from Isabe''s face, leaving her looking pale as a ghost.