Chapter 136: He Lost
Chapter 136: He Lost
Isabe felt she would never forgive Emanuele. He always enjoyed forcing others, treating people
as tools for exchange.
"Grazia, I''m sorry. I couldn''t persuade Emanuele not to do this," she said with a heavy heart. Grazia,
her dear sister and friend, was left without any help.
Grazia held Isabe''s hand. "Isabe, I won''t be disappointed. The fact that you made an effort for
me already moved me. As for Emanuele, I don''t hate him either. He must have his reasons for
making this decision. Since childhood, I knew that as the princess of the Mafia, I have to fulfill my
duties. I''ve had over thirty peaceful years, and I''m content."
She knew the uing challenges were hers to face.
At that moment, Grazia''s phone rang. It was a video call from Leo.
Grazia answered. "Leo, I heard from Emanuele that he wants you to marry Ro."
Grazia confirmed.
"Fine. You know, Emanuele is in a difficult situation now, dealing with enemies'' ambushes and
protecting us. If you marry Ro and go to Italy with him, those enemies won''t dare to harm you."
"I understand, Dad. Are you having a good time with Sophia over there?" Grazia smiled, looking
rxed. Isabe couldn''t tell if Grazia''s state was genuine or an act.
"Very much. Sophia and I n to visit several more countries." Leo said. He hadn''t been this
rxed in a long time. He had delegated all Mafia matters to Emanuele. His duty was to enjoy life
with his love. By not returning, he allowed Emanuele to focus more.
Because, at this moment, Chicago was the most dangerous ce.
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"Grazia, if you think Ro is suitable, marry him as soon as possible. When we travel to Italy, we
can attend your wedding." Leo suggested.
"It''s hard to say." Grazia frowned, seeming unwilling to discuss it further. "Okay, Isabe is here too.
I want to continue chatting with her. You guys have fun."
After ending the call, Grazia looked at Isabe, shrugged, and expressed a sense of helplessness.
"You''ve seen it too; everyone hopes I marry soon."
Isabe sighed. "I still hope you can stick to your own ideas." As the wife of the Mafia boss, she had
no power. How much she med herself, only heaven knew.
"Isabe, don''t be sad. You should wish me well and hope I''ll have a better life in the future." Grazia
touched Isabe''s hair. She liked Isabe a lot, but sadly, they were about to part.
Isabe leaned on Grazia''s leg. Grazia was like a sister to her. She had no real sister, and her
cousin Chloe was a lunatic. So, Isabe cherished the time spent with Grazia.
How could she not feel sad?
At that moment, Isabe noticed a diamond ring on Grazia''s middle finger, something she hadn''t
seen before.
"Oh, my God, Grazia, don''t tell me that the diamond ring on your finger is from Ro."
Before, when Grazia married Andrew, she wore a ring on her ring finger. Now, she took that ring off
and reced it with this one.
Grazia nodded, "Without any surprises, we will have the engagement ceremony in a week. Isabe,
you and Emanuele shoulde to attend. Our ceremony will be simple."
Isabe plunged into sadness, restraining her emotions and nodding.
They weren''t even engaged yet, and Ro had already given Grazia the ring. It showed how eager
he was. Did he like Grazia? From a woman''s perspective, Isabe couldn''t tell how much he liked
her. As Emanuele said, Ro now wanted a child.
Ro was at an age where he needed to have his child, nurture him to be the new Mafia
boss, and further consolidate his Mafia career. Choosing Grazia probably had to do with
Emanuele''s abilities-strength in unity, nothing better.
Isabe didn''t know what to say. She wanted to stop all of this but found herself so powerless.
Emanuele didn''t listen to her; he wanted Grazia to marry Ro.
Should she talk to Ro? She already knew from yesterday''s expression that Ro couldn''t
control his desire to kill her.
She wasn''t foolish; she knew that if she wasn''t Emanuele''s wife, Ro might have already killed
her.
A weekter, Grazia and Ro''s engagement ceremony took ce as nned.
To take care of Grazia, Ro chose the venue in Chicago.
On the day of the engagement, Isabe looked at the room full of clothes. Most of these clothes
were chosen by Grazia for her. Back then, picking clothes together was tiring yet joyful. Now,
looking back, Isabe felt a bit sentimental.
At that time, she had just married Emanuele, thinking he cared about her. She believed that their life
would get better after marriage. Unexpectedly, her rtionship with Emanuele deteriorated, and
many upheavals urred in their surroundings. Andrew died, Grazia was about to remarry, and
everything seemed chaotic.
Isabe chose a champagne-colored dress, a color that made her look gentle. She pulled her hair
up behind her head.
In the mirror, the woman was only twenty-two, the most youthful and beautiful time, but now,
perhaps having experienced too much, Isabe saw in herself a sense of maturity and solemnity, as
if she had aged ten years.
At this moment, Emanuele appeared behind her, reached out, and touched her forehead, as if
smoothing out her furrowed brows.
"Why so unhappy?"
"How could I be? My sister-inw is getting married; I''m thrilled," Isabe sarcastically said.
Isabe deliberately made thisment to mock Emanuele.
Emanuele heard the sarcasm in Isabe''s words, but he pretended not to.
He was also troubled. He didn''t expect Isabe to harbor such resentment over this matter.
However, being a Mafia princess was something they were supposed to endure.
Just like him, a Mafia boss, he became overly mature from a young age, learning to shoot and kill,
discovering the most ruthless ways to torture people...
He wasn''t always so cold-hearted, but for survival, he had to be ruthless.
The girls growing up in Mafia families were luckier; they didn''t have to do such things. They could
study like ordinary people, fall in love, travel the world. The only thing they needed to do was, if
necessary, enter into arranged marriages for the family.
Take Grazia now, for example. Emanuele felt Grazia was already quite fortunate. At least she once
had a love that truly belonged to her.
But looking at the stubborn girl in front of him, Emanuele sighed, "Isabe, can you stop attacking
me verbally all the time?"
"Would you feel upset? I thought you had no heart," Isabe said coldly.
"Let''s go. If we don''t go to the party now, we''ll bete."
Watching Isabe leave the fitting room, at this moment, she, cold and regal like a queen,
Emanuele paused and followed.
In this moment, Emanuele felt that in their game, he had actually lost. Isabe could influence his
emotions too much, and he, more and more, couldn''t be without her.