Chapter 87: Evelyn And Pippo Together


    Chapter 87: Evelyn and Pippo Together


    Before leaving, Emanuele ced a gentle kiss on Isabe''s cheek.


    "I''ll try to make it back for dinner," he said.


    Isabe watched Emanuele as he entered the elevator, then returned to the spacious house. She


    made an effort to appear cheerful, though the past 24 hours hadn''t been entirely painful for her.


    She didn''t despise Emanuele as much as she had imagined she would. Especially when he had


    entered her body, she had felt an overwhelming desire for him. She longed to melt into him, to let


    him go deeper and harder. The desires of the body were undeniable.


    Now, Isabe turned on herputer and browsed an online shopping site. She looked at the array


    of beautiful clothes, each more attractive than thest, with prices that she had never dared to hope


    for. However, her focus wasn''t entirely on selecting clothes; she was reflecting on everything that


    had happened in the past day.


    Oh, dear! It had been so crazy, so chaotic. Even now, when she thought back, it felt unbelievable.


    And when she considered the events of the past seven days, Isabe felt even more overwhelmed.


    From her intimate encounter with Emanuele to his handing her over to rk, this period had been


    tormenting for her. And at the veryst moment, Emanuele had reced rk and married her.


    Their rtionship had transformed from enemies to reluctant allies, and now... were they actually


    husband and wife?


    It was incredible to Isabe that they had be husband and wife. She raised her hand to look at


    the diamond ring she now wore. The diamond, the size of a pigeon''s egg, sparkled in the light.


    Yet, despite their marital status, Isabe was unclear about the true nature of her rtionship with


    Emanuele. He had only married her because he hadn''t had enough fun and wanted to keep


    tormenting her.


    But regardless, Isabe was relieved that she hadn''t married rk. Even though Emanuele was a


    scoundrel, a demon who had caused her pain, at least she had gotten to know him quite well over


    their time together, hadn''t she?


    Besides, he had given her a satisfying sexual experience.


    rk, on the other hand, was a mystery to her. She didn''t understand what kind of person he was at


    his core. She was too tired to get to know someone else. And though Emanuele had imed that


    he married her to toy with her, he was thirty-two years old, and he hadn''t married anyone else,


    which suggested he didn''t treat marriage as a game. Despite having many options, he had chosen


    to marry her, indicating her importance in his heart.


    Lost in her jumbled thoughts, Isabe randomly selected a few pieces of clothing. Suddenly, she


    realized that buying clothes wasn''t very practical. After all, she couldn''t leave the house. She


    definitely couldn''t wear these expensive, beautiful clothes at home for Emanuele to see.


    Thinking back to the previous night when Emanuele had rudely torn her wedding dress, she had a


    headache. She didn''t want the clothes she had bought to suffer the same fate.


    Looking at the clothes on the website, Isabe knew that her wardrobe was going to be a huge


    project to fill. Emanuele''s walk-in closet was enormous, and now she would need to make space for


    her clothes.


    So, Isabe decided to call Grazia.


    "Good morning," Grazia''s tone was still warm and enthusiastic. "How was your wedding night?"


    But before Isabe could respond, Grazia quickly added, "No, don''t tell me. I don''t want to know."


    Isabe couldn''t help but chuckle. "Grazia, I need your help with something. I need to fill my


    wardrobe, but it''s too big for me to handle."


    "This is too simple for me, Isabe. Wait for me; I''ll be right over."


    "I''m at Emanuele''s ce."


    "No problem, give me thirty minutes."


    After ending the call, Isabe thought about Grazia''s uing visit. She got up and returned to the


    room. She undressed from her pajamas and put on a casual shirt and gray jeans.


    Looking at her slightly messy bedroom, Isabe instinctively started tidying up. She also went to the


    walk-in closet to organize the watches and belts that had been scattered in the chaos of the


    previous night.


    The closet carried Emanuele''s distinct cologne scent. Isabe randomly picked up one of his shirts


    and sniffed it; it was imbued with Emanuele''s scent. At this moment, she felt like a madwoman,


    desperately sniffing the air.


    Memories of the wild encounter the previous night between her and Emanuele came rushing back.


    She recalled how he had held her, pinned her against the ss, and been rough with her. But his


    rough actions had brought her to orgasm repeatedly, and she had be entrapped in his


    aggressiveness.


    Did he love her? Isabe was startled by her own thoughts. She didn''t believe that this was a sign of


    Emanuele loving her; it was merely a response of his body.


    Just as she had found it impossible to resist Emanuele''s advances when she despised him the


    most, her body had responded to his touches, culminating in repeated orgasms. Despite her


    profound embarrassment, her body''s reactions were beyond her control.


    Isabe entertained a brief suspicion that Emanuele might have actually fallen in love with her. But


    soon, she burst intoughter. The idea struck her as utterly absurd.


    Emanuele was a man without a heart. How could he possibly love her?


    Isabe dismissed these thoughts. She walked downstairs and found Lilly busy in the kitchen,


    loading dishes into the dishwasher.


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    "Need any help?" Isabe asked Lilly.


    Lilly''s presence always broughtfort to her.


    "No, dear, just rest," Lilly smiled and ushered Isabe back to the living room.


    As she waited for Grazia to arrive, Isabe had nothing to do. So, she decided to make a video call


    to Evelyn. Since she hadn''t been going to work at the hospital, she had mostly been confined to the


    apartment, afraid of affecting Evelyn and hesitant to meet her in person.


    "Isabe, it''s been a while. How are you?" Evelyn''s voice came through the video call, and it was


    clear she had been doing well, appearing vibrant.


    "I''m fine," Isabe said. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to share her joy with her dear


    friend. "I got married to Emanuele."


    "Oh my God!" Evelyn eximed. "You actually married Emanuele! What''s going on, Isabe?


    Doesn''t that make you the queen of the mafia?"


    "It''s a bitplicated. He married me, but it''s not because he likes me. Our game isn''t entirely


    over."


    "Isabe, I''m really worried about you, but well, Emanuele is the mafia boss. If he didn''t want to, he


    wouldn''t have married you. Perhaps he genuinely likes you."


    Isabe waved her hand dismissively. "I don''t care whether he likes me or not. I just need to


    maintain the bnce in our rtionship. I won''t lose to him."


    "Alright, I wish you a happy marriage. By the way, Isabe, I have some good news to share with


    you."


    "What good news?"


    "I''ve been trying to date Pippotely!" Evelyn''s face had a hint of shyness.


    Isabe was taken aback. During her absence from Evelyn''s life, Evelyn had apparently started


    dating Pippo.