Chapter 108: She Doesn''T Deserve Emanuele


    Chapter 108: She Doesn''t Deserve Emanuele


    In everyone''s impression, Isabe had always been an extremely quiet girl. She rarely spoke, and


    at family gatherings, she remained inconspicuous. She had been particrly obedient to her uncle''s


    family. No one understood Isabe''s obedience better than Chloe. Even if Chloe had ced a pile


    of dog feces in front of Isabe and told her to eat it, Isabe would have swallowed it. For survival,


    this lowly woman was capable of anything.


    Isabe had never dared to rebel against her. However, when Chloe came to Chicago to stay with


    them recently, Isabe had often stood up to her. Although Chloe had punished her severely, it


    appeared that Isabe had been rebelling against her the whole time. Now, Isabe had gone as far


    as to say, in front of so many people, that Chloe wasn''t as pretty as her?


    Chloe was infuriated and felt the urge to kill Isabe immediately. How could she dare utter such


    words? Had she forgotten how Chloe had tormented her before? She should have continued


    tormenting Isabe for a while longer, allowing her to experience the desperation of near death.


    This wretched girl had such a short memory.


    "Isabe, what do you mean by that? That''s not what I said," Madelyn immediately protested. My


    goodness, what nonsense was Isabe spewing?


    "That means you think I''m not as pretty as Chloe, but Emanuele chose me and married me, so his


    taste must be quite poor," Isabe shot back.


    Madelyn''s eyes narrowed, and her face turned pale, as if she had received a great shock. Why did


    Isabe''s words seem to be growing stranger and stranger? She hadn''t meant to imply this at all.


    She merely wanted to say that Isabe was ugly and in, so why would Emanuele choose her?


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    Soon, Madelyn felt the oppressive gaze of Emanuele on her. His eyes were like machine gun


    barrels, cold and menacing, pointed directly at her, as if he could pull the trigger at any moment. A


    mafia boss like him had always been a ruthless killer. If he found her displeasing, he could easily kill


    her without legal consequences, as he was, in some circles, thew itself.


    "I didn''t mean it that way," Madelyn stammered, her face bing even paler, and she grew


    flustered, unsure of how to defend herself. She was overwhelmed with panic. In such a life-or-death


    situation, she didn''t know how to gather her thoughts.


    At this moment, Isabe''s uncle, Mart, scolded Madelyn, "Enough, you''re utterly disgraceful. How


    can you speak about your niece this way? Today is Emanuele''s birthday and the first time we''re


    meeting Isabe after she became Emanuele''s wife. Why do you have to ruin everything?"


    Isabe looked at Mart. He hadn''t been particrly good to her either, but he hadn''t been as skilled


    at tormenting people as the mother-daughter duo. At most, he had been an aplice, showing


    indifference when he saw her being tormented. However, she also hated him. How could she not


    hate her uncle when he had allowed her to suffer so much?


    Madelyn was publicly scolded by her husband, and she felt extremely embarrassed. She had never


    felt so embarrassed before. She had always been the queen of the family. Mart obeyed her every


    command. But now, for him to say such things...


    Madelyn was in turmoil, and although she was suffering, she noticed that Emanuele wasn''t ring


    at her with that oppressive look anymore. This gave her some relief. Despite the embarrassment,


    the incident seemed to be over. At least, she was still alive.


    "You''re right; I shouldn''t have said that," Madelyn spoke to Isabe. "I''m sorry, Isabe. I hope you


    can forgive me."


    Isabe didn''t look at her anymore. She took Emanuele''s hand and went to chat with other people.


    Chloe stood silently by, but her gaze was fixed on Isabe''s back. That bitch would pay.


    When Chloe''s eyes shifted to Emanuele, they turned passionate once more. She still couldn''t


    understand why Emanuele had married Isabe. Was it because he genuinely liked her? But


    Isabe seemed so ordinary and even a bit overweight. Why would Emanuele be interested in her?


    In contrast, Chloe had been groomed meticulously from childhood to be ady. She yed the


    piano, danced gracefully, and was knowledgeable. She had a tall and slender figure with striking


    looks, and she had no shortage of admirers. However, Emanuele didn''t even spare her a nce. It


    was just strange.


    She was convinced that Isabe had used some kind of witchcraft to enchant Emanuele.


    As Emanuele chatted, Phillip called him over. Emanuele told Isabe he had something to attend to


    and advised her to enjoy her time with the others. He joined Phillip in the study.


    "We''ve identified Frederick''s men; they''re surveilling our premises," Phillip reported.


    Emanuele wasn''t concerned; this was typical of Frederick''s style. "Let them observe. Everything


    today was meant for him to see."


    Phillip nodded and then remarked, "Boss, you''ve changed quite a bit since getting married."


    Emanuele frowned, "Have I? How am I different from before?"


    "At least you appear warmer now; you seem happier," Phillip said, struggling to describe the


    transformation. The old Emanuele had seemed more cruel and ruthless. But today, he had seen


    Emanuele smile several times. In previous gatherings, Emanuele always wore a cold and stoic


    expression, but today was different.


    "Don''t talk nonsense. My focus remains on my business. Marriage is merely about finding someone


    suitable," Emanuele said.


    Just someone suitable? Phillip couldn''t help but think that Emanuele was deluding himself. Seeing


    how Emanuele had held Isabe''s hand all day and kept his arm around her waist with such


    intimacy, it wasn''t something you could fake.


    However, he did notice that Isabe didn''t seem as enthusiastic about their rtionship. She


    appeared somewhat distant. He hoped he was mistaken; otherwise, it might hurt Emanuele in the


    end.


    Isabe was chatting with Grazia when Chloe rushed over, holding a champagne ss. She


    greeted Isabe, "Congrattions on your marriage, Isabe. Last time, your wedding was so


    rushed, I didn''t have time to make it."


    Isabe disliked Chloe and didn''t want to raise her ss to her, but in front of so many onlookers,


    she had to y the role of a mafia queen. So, Isabe endured and raised her ss to Chloe.


    A look of disgust shed in Chloe''s eyes. She leaned in close to Isabe''s ear and whispered in a


    hushed tone, "I really can''t fathom why Emanuele would marry you, an ugly, overweight woman,


    when he had better options, like me. Why did he choose you? You bitch."


    Hearing Chloe''s words, Isabe suddenly felt the return of those long-buried memories.


    "You fat bitch, who would ever like you?"


    "They only see you as a tool to satisfy their desires. Do you really think they like you?"


    "Look at my figure; not a single piece of clothing in my wardrobe would fit you, right?"


    Those highly degrading words filled Isabe with self-doubt and repeated hurt. She had worked


    hard to rebuild her confidence and make her life colorful once more. However, every time she faced


    Chloe, that confidence crumbledpletely.