Chapter 99: She''S Been Hurt By Emanuele


    Chapter 99: She''s Been Hurt by Emanuele


    Isabe ced her hand on Emanuele''s forehead and gently stroked it, as if trying to help him rx


    a little. However, her movements, though delicate, managed to rouse him.


    Emanuele''s gray-brown eyes locked onto Isabe, and he had just woken up. Despite that, his eyes


    instantly regained their alertness.


    For a normal person, the moment after waking up is typically filled with confusion. Not for


    Emanuele. His confusionsted about 0. 5 seconds, and then he was fully awake.


    "Are you awake?" Isabe asked Emanuele with a smile as she sat up. "You can sleep a bit longer;


    it''s alright. I''ll call Lilly to prepare breakfast."


    Isabe changed into fresh clothes in the walk-in closet before leaving the room.


    Emanuele remained in bed.


    In fact, for him, this recent period of rest had been quite long. The past few days had seen


    Emanuele sleeping only two or three hours each night, but this time, he''d had a full eight hours of


    sleep. The extended rest had eased the tension in his body significantly.


    He wasn''t in a hurry to get up. Lying in bed, he thought about what Isabe had said. He felt like he


    was starting to get a sense of what it meant to have a home.


    Once upon a time, Emanuele believed he didn''t need a family. In his world, there was only violence


    and no room for emotions. The little emotion he had was reserved for his family. He had thought he


    would form alliances with other mafia families, marry mafia princesses, and maintain peace.


    Women, in his world, were just tools, bearing his children and catering to his physical desires.


    But then, Isabe had entered his world, and she had stirred his emotions. So much so that he''d


    married her.


    Marrying Isabe hadn''t brought him any apparent benefits. In fact, from a superficial perspective,


    she had no status and couldn''t help him consolidate his power. On the contrary, he had to spend a


    lot of energy protecting her.


    There was just one thing that made it all worthwhile-Isabe had control over his desires. From the


    very beginning, he had wanted to possess her, to have her perform unspeakable acts on him.


    Seeing her soft lips, he wanted her to take him in her mouth. Gazing at her plump and shapely rear,


    he desired to spank her.


    And her fierce, never-give-up attitude had fascinated him. He longed to im her bodypletely.


    For Emanuele, this one benefit was enough to make him give his entire life to her.


    Now, he was discovering that Isabe was showing him a different side, giving him a feeling he had


    never imagined-a sense of home. He liked this feeling, warm, rxing, and joyful.


    However, with enemies surrounding him, rxing here posed a risk to all of them. Emanuele went


    to the bathroom to take a shower and changed into a fresh suit before heading downstairs.


    Isabe was sitting with Grazia on the sofa, watching television. Emanuele noticed that the program


    on TV was not the reality show Isabe usually enjoyed but a television drama.


    This was the first time Emanuele had seen Isabe watching TV without her favorite reality show.


    "Emanuele, you''re awake," Grazia greeted him.


    Emanuele walked over to Isabe and sat down beside her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.


    "Why aren''t you watching your favorite reality show?" Isabe asked.


    "I got tired of it. There are no new episodes, so I''m checking out something else," Isabe replied.


    Tired of it? Emanuele thought. Isabe had been obsessed with those reality shows not too long


    ago. She wasn''t acting like someone who had grown tired of them.


    Then, Isabe leaned closer to Emanuele and whispered in his ear, "Grazia said that the male guest


    I like are simr to Andrew. I''m afraid she''ll be upset."


    Though Grazia had regained her emotional stability, Isabe worried that seeing someone who


    resembled Andrew might make her sad. She hoped that Grazia would recover quickly.


    "I see," Emanuele thought. Isabe''s thoughts were indeed very considerate.


    Soon, Lilly prepared breakfast, and after Emanuele had finished eating, he prepared to leave.


    "Will you be back tonight?" Isabe asked Emanuele.


    Seeing Isabe''s somewhat hopeful expression, Emanuele couldn''t bear to refuse her.


    "If I make it in time, I''ll be back," he said.


    "Okay," Isabe replied, her tone tinged with disappointment.


    Emanuele reached out and gently stroked Isabe''s hair. "Why do you seem so eager for me to


    come back, Isabe? It looks like you really like me. Does that mean you''re going to be the loser in


    this game soon?"


    Hearing Emanuele''s words, Isabe felt a sudden chill in her heart, as if she had been doused in icy


    water from head to toe. She looked up and saw Emanuele smirking, a self-satisfied smile on his


    face. This man knew exactly how to hurt her. With just that one sentence, he made her feel as if her


    heart had been stabbed with a knife.


    Isabe didn''t say a word and left without looking back. Emanuele''s hand, which had been stroking


    her hair, remained suspended in the air. The smile disappeared from his face, and a hint of pain and


    restraint flickered in his eyes, but he didn''t say anything. He turned and entered the elevator.


    "Isabe, you and Emanuele seem to have a good rtionship. You even see him off when he


    leaves," Grazia remarked.


    "Not at all. It''s just a matter of politeness," Isabe replied, trying her best to appear less


    disheartened.


    Emanuele had truly wounded her, and she had almost forgotten that their rtionship was just a


    game. She had thought they were a real couple, but now it seemed that she had been deluding


    herself. Emanuele still believed that this was just a game, and he wanted to determine a winner and


    a loser. She was the foolish one who had thought Emanuele was her husband and she was his


    wife. She felt foolish.


    Isabe made an effort to appear calm; she didn''t want Grazia to sense her inner turmoil. But


    Grazia couldn''t help but notice Isabe''s true feelings. She too had been in love and had enjoyed a


    sweet rtionship with Andrew, although their dynamic had been different from Isabe''s and


    Emanuele''s.


    Grazia saw that Emanuele and Isabe both had feelings for each other, but there were many


    reasons that kept them from expressing those feelings openly. She didn''t want to meddle too much.


    Emanuele had his reasons for acting this way; perhaps he was afraid of not being able to handle


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    Grazia could only offer a subtle hint to Isabe. "Isabe, Emanuele really likes you. This is the first


    time I''ve seen him get along so well with a woman."


    Isabe managed to smile at her. "I don''t need him to be so good to me. If he can ensure that my


    life isn''t in danger, that would be enough. After marrying him, I''m locked up in this apartment every


    day. It''s really boring."


    Grazia shook her head. Isabe was indeed a woman who never says uncle.


    Emanuele, after leaving the apartment, quickly returned to his usual demeanor-serious, stern, and


    exuding an air of danger.


    "Boss, we checked the address Isidoro gave us, but I doubt Frederick is there," Phillip reported as


    soon as they got in the car.


    "What do you mean?" Emanuele asked.


    "We noticed that there''s been no activity at that house," Phillip said, handing Emanuele the video


    footage they had taken.


    They had been monitoring the area for a while, and the house they were investigating hadn''t seen


    any movement in or out.