Chapter 83: She''S No Longer Afraid Of Him


    Chapter 83: She''s No Longer Afraid of Him


    She got married! And it was to Emanuele! Isabe felt like everything that had happened today was


    like a dream.


    Now, she sat beside Emanuele. She was no longer afraid of him, but the change in her identity had


    left her feeling somewhat disoriented. She hoped that her life wouldn''t change too much. However,


    considering the assassination attempts she had faced recently, she realized that bing


    Emanuele''s wife meant that she would likely encounter even more threats.


    As the car headed in an unfamiliar direction, not towards her high-end apartment or Lombardi''s


    grand estate, Isabe became perplexed. "Where are we going?"


    "Home," Emanuele looked at Isabe, "I should say it''s our home now."


    Emanuele''s home? Isabe was surprised. She had assumed that Emanuele lived in the mansion


    with Leo and the others. She didn''t expect him to have his own ce. But given Emanuele''s wealth


    and ownership numerous houses in Chicago, he probably rotated residences every few days.


    Isabe gazed at the unfamiliarndscape outside the window while picturing what Emanuele''s


    house might look like. She thought it would be simr to her high-end apartment.


    Soon, they arrived at a luxurious apartment building, evident from the number of security personnel


    guarding it. It seemed like there were many people who wanted Emanuele dead.


    After exiting the car, they made their way to the elevator. Isabe''s heart settled slightly when she


    saw Tony and Harry guarding it. At least, she wasn''t alone.


    Emanuele pressed the elevator button, and they stepped inside. When the elevator door opened,


    Isabe was surprised by the opulent interior of the apartment.


    The entireyout was stylish and luxurious, featuring ss, chrome, and dark gray furniture. It was


    simple but clearly expensive.


    The living room was enormous, with gray leather sofas and numerous gaming devices. There was


    even a ss sculpture of Hades and his three-headed hunting dogs.


    The God of the Underworld, Isabe wasn''t surprised that Emanuele admired him.


    "Come on, let''s see our room," Emanuele went up the stairs. "Your luggage has been moved too."


    Isabe didn''t expect Emanuele to act so quickly. Did this mean that she would be staying here from


    now on?


    "I thought you''d be living in the mansion," she said. It was so spacious, with multiple rooms, like a


    dressing room, study, and game room.


    "I don''t want my parents to hear me banging you," Emanuele replied.


    Isabe clenched her fists, shocked by his audacity. She had wanted to stab him in the back during


    that moment, as it was the perfect opportunity with his vulnerable back turned towards her. But she


    decided not to do it.


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    Isabe followed Emanuele upstairs, passing several closed rooms, until they reached the master


    bedroom. It was evenrger than her previous room, dominated by a king-sized bed covered in dark


    gray silk.


    The room was entirely in shades of gray, creating a subdued and somber atmosphere that aligned


    perfectly with Emanuele''s personality.


    Isabe turned to Emanuele and watched as he removed his bowtie and started taking off his


    clothes.


    "Emanuele, we need to have a conversation. You need to tell me what all of this means. Last week,


    you took me and then discarded me like trash. And now, you''ve picked me up again? Emanuele, I


    hate you!"


    "That''s alright, as long as your body honestly submits to me," Emanuele replied, taking off his suit


    pants to reveal his boxer briefs.


    Isabe''s words of inquiry were swiftly reced by shock. This was the first time she had calmly


    observed Emanuele''s naked body. Thest time had been too chaotic, and she had been in a state


    of shock and fear, unable to take in the details.


    Now, as Emanuele approached her, Isabe clearly saw every muscle in his body under the


    ambient light. His body exuded a powerful and wild aura. Isabe felt Emanuele''s growing


    confidence. She couldn''t help but lower her gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes. However, the


    corner of her eye couldn''t help but catch glimpses of his well-defined abdominal muscles, prominent


    chest, and strong, lean legs that were pulsing with energy.


    Emanuele had reached Isabe by now. He touched her hair and spoke softly, "Isabe, I''m now


    grateful I didn''t let you marry rk. That way, you can stay by my side and fulfill all the duties of a


    wife."


    Isabe immediately looked up at Emanuele, attempting to appear more proud. She raised her chin


    and held her head high; she didn''t want to lose to him.


    "What are the duties of a wife?"


    She used to be just an ordinary person. Ever since she unintentionally entered the world of the


    Mafia, she had to y the role of a Mafia princess, carrying out the responsibilities that came with it.


    Now, being married to Emanuele, she had be the Mafia queen, and it meant taking on even


    more Mafia responsibilities.


    The rules were suffocating, and Isabe felt weary.


    Being an ordinary person seemed much better. Going to work diligently every day, earning a living,


    and spending weekends with friends, free from these troubles.


    "As long as I want, you''ll apany me to social events, and in the bedroom, you''ll be ready for


    me at any time," Emanuele''s powerful arms wrapped around Isabe''s waist, pulling her close.


    With feweryers of clothing between them, Isabe could better feel Emanuele''s physique. His


    muscles pressed firmly against her abdomen, as hard as stone, radiating intense heat.


    Isabe restrained her nervous emotions and stared into Emanuele''s eyes. "When you put it that


    way, it seems like nothing has changed between us."


    In a way, it did make her feel more at ease, just like it used to be.


    Isabe pushed Emanuele away and walked toward the closet. Her luggage had been brought over


    and neatly arranged, but in this bedroom, which was the same size as her previous one, she


    noticed her clothes upied only a small corner.


    Emanuele, on the other hand, had a wardrobe full of almost identical outfits. However, he truly had


    a lot of clothes.


    "Perhaps I should have more clothes," Isabe said as she looked into the wardrobe. "At least


    enough to fill half of this closet with my clothes."


    She reached to unzip her wedding dress, struggling a bit. Damn, it was hard to take off.


    The sound of running water started from the shower. Isabe thought Emanuele was already


    showering. But then, his hands rested on her wedding dress''s zipper, and she heard his low,


    seductive voice close to her ear, "What kind of clothes are you nning to buy?"


    "Many, many clothes. At least enough to upy half of this closet," Isabe replied with a light


    laugh. Her perspective had shifted after today. She was no longer the helpless girl who feared the


    mafia boss. She was now the mafia queen, and she was adapting quickly.


    "What did you do with the money I transferred to you earlier?" Emanuele suddenly asked.