Chapter 156: Choose Your Own Way To Die
Chapter 156: Choose Your Own Way to Die
Having just lost her mother and now on the verge of bidding farewell to Emanuele, Isabe watched
helplessly as Emanuele faced the threat of death. It brought her unbearable pain. Unfortunately, she
had no power. In this storm, she could only hide in a safe corner, knowing that her safety alone was
already a great help to Emanuele.
In this moment, Isabe felt like her heart was being sliced into pieces, a continuous pain that
threatened to make her copse. "Emanuele... you must stay safe," Isabe whispered, feeling
drained of strength. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn''t find any other words.
Emanuele caressed Isabe''s cheek, kissing her lips deeply. Their tongues intertwined, and he
plundered the sweet and fragrant breath from her. Isabe responded willingly, kissing him,
absorbing the dominating and intense scent emanating from Emanuele, as if she wanted to etch his
essence into her mind.
After the kiss, Isabe ran her fingers over Emanuele''s jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble,
savoring the sensation. Afraid that if she let go, Emanuele would disappear, she held onto him
tightly. Emanuele rested his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, he smiled,
breaking the heavy and sorrowful atmosphere around them.
"Don''t worry, Isabe. I''ll be fine. I can''t bear the thought of another man having you," Emanuele
teased.
Isabe, originally in sorrow, felt a surge of anger at his words. In the midst of such a critical
situation, how could he still think about such things? Did he see her only as someone with an
attractive figure and nothing else?
Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now sparkled with fury. "If you really die, I''m only twenty-two. Am I
not allowed to be with other men? You''re dead, and you still want to control me?"
"You dare!" Emanuele''s hand reached Isabe''s neck, his fingers tracing her pulse. Her delicate
neck seemed as if it could be easily snapped by him. Despite the circumstances, she still managed
to provoke him with such words. Yet, seeing her shift from sadness to anger, Emanuele thought it
might be better this way. He didn''t want to see her in pain. If he had to choose, he''d prefer Isabe
angry over seeing her sad and in tears.
Emanuele held Isabe close, cradling her in hisp, his hands running over her back.
The girl''s back appeared delicate, especially whenpared to his broad palm, it seemed so
fragile. He caressed Isabe as one would stroke a cat.
"Isabe, you know our game isn''t over yet, so I won''t die easily. Don''t even think about finding
another man after this. If I die, I''ll instruct James to kill you so you can join me in heaven,"
Emanuele spoke, a wicked grin on his face.
Isabe couldn''t help butugh at Emanuele''s words. "You selfish man, dragging me even in death?
But Emanuele, do you really think you can go to heaven after killing so many people? You''re more
likely to end up in hell."
"That''s fine. I''ll drag you to hell then," Emanuele retorted.
Isabe was infuriated by Emanuele''s words. Her chest heaved, breath rapid, and her hands
clenched into fists. Unable to contain her frustration, she threw a punch at Emanuele''s chest.
Of course, Emanuele''s chest muscles were firm, and the pain from the punch was felt only by
Isabe herself. She had been worried about Emanuele''s safety, fearing she might never see him
again, and even contemting staying. Now, she wished to leave without looking back.
James knocked on the door, announcing, "Boss, everything is ready. We can leave now."
Isabe immediately got up from Emanuele''sp and picked up her backpack. "I''m leaving." Her
reluctance to part had disappeared, reced by a determination to go.
Watching Isabe''s departing figure, not showing a hint of nostalgia, Emanuele frowned slightly,
feeling a bit dissatisfied. However, he quickly smiled. This was the effect he wanted. Rather than
witnessing Isabe tearfully clinging to him, he preferred her leaving like this. He deliberately
provoked Isabe because he knew it would make her resolute about leaving.
As she walked out with James, disappearing from his view, Emanuele''s frown deepened, but soon
he burst intoughter. This was exactly what he wanted. Provoking Isabe would ensure she
wouldn''t lose sleep worrying about him when she reached Italy. Even if he lost this war and, by
some misfortune, lost his life, Isabe might not be as devastated.
Although Emanuele''s thoughts were selfish, not wanting Isabe to find another man and even
contemting dragging her into death with him, deep down, he still wished for her happiness, even
if it meant without him. This sudden selfless sentiment surprised even Emanuele himself.
On the other side, Isabe, escorted by James and the guards, arrived at the airport. After boarding
the private jet, she felt a bit safer.
Watching the ground below gradually blur until the entire city became a distant shadow, Isabe''s
heart was filled with mixed emotions. She couldn''tprehend her own feelings. She had been
eager to distance herself from Emanuele before, but now that she had actually left him, she couldn''t
find joy within.
"Ma''am, take some rest. When you wake up after a good sleep, we''ll be in Italy," Tony said to
Isabe.
They all knew about Isabe losing her mother and now having to leave her husband. Their hearts
couldn''t help but feel a bit more sympathetic towards her. Such a young age, and she had already
gone through so much. However, in the world of the Mafia, these experiences were inevitable.
Watching an ordinary person being involuntarily dragged into this conflict made Tony, like James,
feel a sense of pity. He wished for this war to end soon.
Tony, like James, desired to join the fight, but Emanuele wouldn''t allow it. Protecting the mistress
was their duty.
After Isabe left, Emanuele went to the dungeon where Madilyn was being held. Madilyn, seeing
Emanuele''s arrival, immediately assumed a defensive posture. A few days ago, Emanuele had
questioned her briefly, but today, she sensed something off about him.
He exuded an overwhelming sense of hostility, like a devil. Madilyn suspected that Emanuele might
kill her. As he approached, Madilyn, half-kneeling on the ground, could only see his shiny leather
shoes from her perspective.
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She had to tilt her neck to look up at the towering man. The dungeon''s dim lighting obscured his
features, but his words were crystal clear.
"I allow you to choose a method of death."