Chapter 80: He''S Not Done ying


    Chapter 80: He''s Not Done ying


    Isabe stood frozen, like a robot, unable to move. Her gaze was fixed on Emanuele, watching his


    lips move.


    "I, Emanuele Lombardi, am willing to take Isabe Gould as my wife, to love and be loyal to her, in


    sickness and health, in poverty or disability, until death do us part..."


    Oh, dear God, Emanuele was actually speaking! Isabe''s breath seemed to stop as she was


    overwhelmed with shock. She silently admonished herself to breathe, reminding herself of the need


    to inhale.


    The priest turned to Isabe and asked, "Do you want to marry this man? To love him, be loyal to


    him, in sickness and health, in poverty or disability, until death do you part. Do you agree?"


    Isabe gazed silently at Emanuele, her eyes unblinking. She felt as though blinking would make


    the man in front of her vanish.


    In truth, she should have hated this man. She should have disrupted this wedding and run away.


    But her high heels felt glued to the red carpet, and she couldn''t move. It was as if she were under a


    spell, following the priest''s lead to recite those sacred wedding vows.


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    She listened to Emanuele''s words to the priest and watched as he took her hand.


    At this moment, a deep anger reced the grief within Isabe. She yearned to kill the man beside


    her. Excellent! Emanuele had made her endure hell for so long. He had caused her immense


    suffering, and then he revealed it was all a joke.


    But it didn''t matter; she couldn''t forget the torment she''d experienced during this time. She couldn''t


    forget her humble pleas or his cold cruelty. This time, it was her turn to drag him into her personal


    hell and make him suffer, repaying him for everything he''d done for her!


    "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Groom, you may kiss your bride."


    Emanuele stepped forward, took Isabe into his arms, and kissed her passionately. Emanuele was


    never one to do things halfway, and after that kiss, his tongue explored deep into Isabe''s mouth,


    licking and sucking between her lips and teeth, as if he intended to swallow her whole.


    Isabe''s rational mind resisted contact with Emanuele, but her body was slowly drawn in by his


    seduction. Damn it! Isabe couldn''t help but curse herself. How could she be so easily captivated


    by Emanuele?


    Only moments ago, she had wanted to stab him to death with a knife, but now she was melting in


    his embrace, reveling in his kiss. It wasn''t until Emanuele released her that her rationality began to


    return.


    As they nced at the guests inside the church, Isabe realized the ce was packed with


    people. The events of the day had left her disoriented. She didn''t understand what had happened.


    She was supposed to marry rk, but now, she was standing beside Emanuele?


    She saw rk sitting in the front row, looking at her with a nod. He didn''t seem upset. What was


    going on?


    Emanuele held Isabe''s hand. As her attention shifted to rk, a pang of jealousy welled up deep


    within Emanuele, spreading a sour taste in his mouth. He instinctively tightened his grip on


    Isabe''s hand.


    Isabe felt the pain and red at Emanuele. However, the man by her side seemed unaffected by


    her anger.


    Soon, they were ushered to the registration area to sign the marriage documents, and the guests


    began to slowly depart.


    Sophia and Leo, serving as the witnesses, stayed behind with Isabe and Emanuele. As the crowd


    dispersed, Isabe felt some of the tension in her body ease.


    She looked at Sophia and asked, "Why did this happen? It''s like I''m a pawn in a game."


    Emanuele had insisted she marry rk, but now the groom was him. What was going on here?


    Under the weight of Isabe''s angry gaze, Sophia lowered her head, leaving Isabe feeling deeply


    disappointed. "I''m sorry, Isabe. Emanuele''s word is thew; I had no choice."


    "Even when you knew all this would happen today? Can I really rely on you, Mother?" Isabe


    began to question the depth of her rtionship with Sophia.


    It seemed like her mother always pushed her away. Every time, she expected her mother to pull her


    back, but Sophia never did. She always let Isabe bend for her.


    "I''m so sorry," Sophia said. "Emanuele will treat you well."


    Soon, Leo led Sophia away.


    Emanuele turned to Isabe. "The reception awaits."


    Isabe, her face etched with anger, red at him. "What''s going on today? What game are you


    ying now?"


    Although she had longed to marry Emanuele, she was now wary of him and his games. She was


    tired of ying along with him.


    Emanuele smiled and reached out to embrace Isabe, but she resisted fiercely. "Don''t touch me!"


    However, Isabe was too weak inparison to Emanuele. Her resistance only seemed to amuse


    him further. He felt no threat from her.


    "Isabe, you''re my wife now. No one else can touch you except me."


    He looked quite pleased with himself, like a victorious general. Isabe couldn''t help but wonder


    whether this marriage was just another game to him or if he genuinely cared for her.


    She suspected the former. It seemed he still intended to treat it all as a game.


    And indeed, the next moment, Emanuele provided her with an answer. "Don''t think that I did this


    because I love you. It''s just that I haven''t had enough of you. How could I let someone else have


    you? If you really left for Canada with rk, I wouldn''t be able to see you anymore. My life would


    lose much of its enjoyment."


    His tone was as cold as ever, and his words were like needles, pricking at Isabe''s heart. She


    longed to scratch his face with her fingernails.


    "And one more thing, no man will ever hear you moaning beneath him and crying for his damn


    cock!"


    "You won''t either!" Isabe countered, gritting her teeth.


    "Is that so? I enjoy a challenge," Emanuele said,ughing heartily. He didn''t take Isabe''s words


    seriously.


    "What until I''m asleep. Just remember to keep one eye open," Isabe warned.


    Emanuele chuckled. "I look forward to it."


    He seemed unfazed by her warning and led Isabe out of the church. In reality, all the things he


    had said were fabrications. He hadn''t told Isabe that when he saw her in a wedding dress,


    standing with rk in front of the priest, preparing to take their vows, he had been in great pain. At


    that moment, he felt like a mad dog, despising everyone and even considering drawing a gun and


    killing everyone there.


    Only when he was by Isabe''s side could he keep his gentle side intact. But Isabe was about to


    leave him. These few days had felt like an eternity to him. Every time he was busy, he thought of


    Isabe.