Chapter 50: He''S Going To Kill


    Chapter 50: He''s Going to Kill


    Upon hearing Chloe''s words, Isabe couldn''t control the urge to vomit, and her body began to


    tremble. No, no, this couldn''t be happening. She couldn''t find theposure to face Chloe calmly,


    and it was pushing Isabe to the brink.


    "I''m really tired today, so I won''te over," Isabe mumbled, biting her tongue to regain some


    semnce ofposure as the pain helped her focus.


    Chloe''s voice lowered ominously as she replied, "How can that be, Isabe? You can''t keep


    refusing me over and over. You do it one more time, and I''ll make sure you suffer. Emanuele won''t


    be able to protect you."


    Chloe''s warning sent Isabe into a fit of breathlessness. Damn it, why was she so weak? She had


    be stronger than before and could live independently. But Chloe''s words still unnerved


    Isabe, making it hard for her to breathe.


    Isabe knew she needed her medication. Chloe''s threats were genuinely terrifying. She felt utterly


    helpless. "Fine, I''lle over," Isabe said.


    After hanging up the phone, she swallowed a pill and then got into her car to head to her


    stepfather''s house. The estate was immense, filled with flowers and golden fountains, appearing


    exceptionally luxurious. Isabe noticed an increasing number of guards on the premises, although


    she wasn''t sure why. The atmosphere seemed tenser than during her previous visits.


    However, things changed as she entered the living room. The spacious and brightly lit room was


    bustling with activity. Many servants were busy, and Isabe recognized a few familiar faces


    chatting casually. Chloe spotted her as she walked in and immediately approached her, hugging


    her. Isabe felt repulsed.


    Chloe noticed Isabe''s makeup concealing her bruises and smiled, reaching out to cup her face.


    "Isabe, you''re so clever."


    "Isabe, long time no see," Grazia, along with her husband, Andrew, arrived, and they both


    embraced Isabe.


    "Your cousin looks quite lovely," Graziaplimented Chloe.


    Isabe smiled but didn''t know how to respond. Instead, she turned to Andrew and asked, "Andrew,


    how''s your injury?"


    "I''m doing well," Andrew replied. "I can already grasp things, but I still need some time to recover.


    Isabe, I appreciate your help with my wound."


    "That was the least I could do," Isabe replied.


    "All right, let''s have dinner. Emanuele is a bit busy today and couldn''t make it," Sophia said.


    Their dining table wasvishly set with a variety of dishes. Fresh flowers adorned the table, and the


    silverware, as well as the intricately patterned porcin, glittered under the crystal chandelier.


    Everything appeared splendid, but Isabe''s heart felt heavy.


    In front of Isabe, a te of tomato and bacon pasta had been ced. "This is Isabe''s favorite.


    Enjoy it, Isabe. I made it especially for you," Chloe said with a smile.


    The pasta looked appetizing on the surface, but Isabe knew it would taste terrible. After taking the


    first bite, she almost vomited; the dish was overseasoned, and it was too salty for her to continue.


    Chloe, sitting beside Isabe, had a smile on her face. "Isabe, have some more. I put a lot of


    effort into making it."


    As she spoke, her tone carried a veiled threat. Isabe clenched her teeth, feeling the need to resist


    Chloe''s oppression. But with so many eyes watching, particrly her mother, Sophia, who


    undoubtedly didn''t want her causing a scene at this gathering, Isabe lost the strength to resist.


    She struggled to swallow the pasta, her thoughts consumed by what she should do next in this


    perplexing situation.


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    "I''m sorry I''mte," Emanuele''s voice echoed from the entrance. His imposing figure appeared on


    the horizon and steadily approached the gathering.


    As he drew nearer, the scent of blood filled the air. It was evident that he had taken someone''s life


    before arriving. However, Emanuele had a fondness for ck clothing, so it was impossible to


    detect any traces of blood.


    Grazia couldn''t help but wrinkle her brow. "Please, Emanuele, can you clean yourself up a bit before


    coming? The smell is quite unbearable."


    "I apologize," Emanuele walked up to Grazia and gave her a hug. "I''ll keep that in mind, sister." He


    then exchanged a hug with Sophia.


    "I''m sorry, Emanuele. I didn''t expect you toe, and I didn''t prepare your favorite dishes," Sophia


    said apologetically.


    "It''s okay, I can eat anything," Emanuele replied and took a seat next to Isabe.


    With Emanuele on one side and Chloe on the other, Isabe felt immense pressure. Her heart was


    racing as if it might leap out of her throat.


    Emanuele noticed the dish in front of Isabe. "You''re having pasta?" he asked. He still


    remembered the pasta Isabe used to make and missed it.


    With no time to stop him, Emanuele picked up a strand of pasta and took a bite, only to immediately


    spit it out. His expression turned icy. "Who the hell prepared this pasta?" Emanuele asked with a


    furrowed brow.


    Everyone present knew that he was about to take someone''s life.


    Isabe turned to look at Chloe, who had gone pale, her lips trembling in fear.


    In that moment, Isabe felt a strange calmness. Even Chloe could feel fear, and seeing her


    terrified like this, she was far from the usual arrogance.


    "What''s wrong? Chloe prepared this dish especially for Isabe," Sophia inquired.


    Chloe''s face grew even paler, and cold sweat appeared on her forehead.


    She couldn''t believe Emanuele had suddenly shown up and eaten Isabe''s pasta. She couldn''t


    fathom their rtionship and how close they had be.


    But that wasn''t what she should be thinking about at that moment. She had seen the cruel look in


    Emanuele''s eyes, and she was certain he was going to kill her at the dining table.


    "Is this your doing?" Emanuele''s voice was cruel and icy as he stood up, cing the te of pasta


    in front of Chloe. "Make a choice. You either eat it, or I''ll kill you."


    Chloe''s pretense of innocence was in full swing. "I don''t understand what''s going on. What''s wrong


    with the pasta? It''s my first time making it because Isabe likes it. What''s the matter?"


    Emanuele, irritated, said, "You have two choices. I don''t want to repeat myself."


    Chloe had long known this man was ruthless, but she thought his cruelty was reserved for enemies


    and men. She never expected him to be like this with her, a seemingly delicate woman.


    Seeing Emanuele pull out his gun and imply that he would make the decision for her, Chloe had no


    choice but to wipe her tears and move the te of pasta in front of herself.


    She knew how much seasoning she had added to this dish; it was meant to torment Isabe. She


    never expected to be forced to eat it herself. Chloe took a bite but immediately felt nauseated.


    However, under Emanuele''s intense gaze, she forced herself to swallow, suppressing the


    difort in her stomach, and finished the entire te.