Emanuele brought over a hairdryer to help Isabe dry her hair. Isabe had a lot of long, wet hair scattered over her, which he found to be quite troublesome. He pursed his lips, realizing that it might take a while to get it dry. Without further thought, he reached out and began to blow-dry her hair.


    He had never done anything like this before, and he wasn’t particrly skillful at it, but to his surprise, Isabe resisted his help.


    “No need to trouble yourself. I can do it myself,” she said, attempting to take the hairdryer from Emanuele.


    The presence of this man suffocated her, and she despised the feeling. Emanuele’s face turned icy cold. “Isabe, you’re being disobedient again? Let me think… how should I punish you? Should I make you willingly obey me in bed? What do you say?”


    Isabe’s body trembled uncontrobly. Thinking about the events in the bathroom, she felt that everything was going terribly wrong. This man seemed to haveplete control over her, ruling every aspect of her life. Isabe felt trapped and helpless.


    Exhausted, she closed her eyes. So much had happened today, and she was tired.


    As Emanuele dried her hair, he did so in silence, his presence imperceptible, which gave Isabe some respite. Unknowingly, she fell asleep.


    After he was done drying her hair and was about to speak, Emanuele noticed Isabe’s rhythmic breathing. He turned to see that she had fallen asleep without realizing it.


    Seeing her tranquil slumber, free from the vignt fear she disyed when awake, Emanuele couldn’t help but smile. He reached out to gently touch her cheek.


    This was a stark contrast to his previous rough treatment, as he now caressed her with great care. He was afraid that the slightest movement might startle her.


    Honestly, he seemed to be less and less interested in her resisting and fearing him, though he couldn’t fathom why.


    Emanuele gazed at Isabe for a while before lying down beside her. He tenderly cradled her in his arms.


    Isabe had a horrifying nightmare in which she found herself in a world drenched in blood. People were chasing her with guns and knives.


    One person came closer, wielding a massive knife, ready to strike her down.


    Isabe, holding a gun, instinctively fired a shot.


    Bang!


    The gunshot echoed as her assant fell to the ground, lifeless.


    Isabe woke up abruptly, finding that it was broad daylight, and she was alone in the room. Emanuele wasn’t there, which relieved her. She touched her aching head, still haunted by the dream. Her heart was racing, probably due to the events of yesterday, when she had fired a gun and injured someone. It had filled her with fear.


    She got up and went to the fridge, pouring herself a ss of cold water, which offered some relief. Isabe suddenly remembered Andrew and Harry. She had been too terrified and tired to recall what had happened after that.


    Isabe decided to check on them. Tony drove her to a private hospital where Andrew and Harry were receiving treatment.


    Isabe entered Andrew’s room, and as soon as she reached the door, she heardughtering from inside.


    It was Andrew and Grazia, and it was clear they were in good spirits.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    “Oh, Isabe, you’re here!” Grazia greeted Isabe warmly. She approached and hugged Isabe, nting a kiss on her cheek.


    After the gunfight they went through yesterday, Grazia felt that their bond had deepened. Isabe felt the same way. No matter what, they had be friends who had faced life and death together.


    “Andrew, are you okay?” Isabe shifted her gaze to Andrew.


    Recalling yesterday’s events, it had been quite frightening.


    Andrew raised his hand, showing it off. “Apart from the initial shock when I got hit, I’m fine. It’s just a minor wound, isn’t it?”


    Isabe looked at Andrew’s bandaged hand, which looked a bit swollen, and couldn’t help but smile. It seemed like he was rtively fine.


    “The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for a week,” Grazia chimed in. “Andrew wanted to check out right away, but I stopped him.”


    “I don’t think it’s a big deal, and staying in the hospital for so long is quite a hassle,” Andrewined, looking pitiful.


    “No, for the sake of your safety, I suggest you stay in the hospital for a few more days,” Grazia replied with a stern expression, giving Andrew no room for negotiation.


    Observing this married couple banter, Isabe couldn’t help but think, even in the world of the mafia, true love existed. Grazia was so kind and open-hearted. It made her wonder why Emanuele seemed like a demon inparison.


    After visiting Andrew, Isabe went to see Harry.


    Harry’s injuries were evidently more severe than Andrew’s. He was still lying in bed, unconscious and in a worse condition than the day before.


    “Is he doing okay?” Isabe asked Tony, her concern apparent. Harry’s condition seemed much worse than the others, and she was deeply worried.


    “The doctor said he should wake up in a couple of days,” Tony reassured her.


    Seeing Isabe’s worried expression, Tony tried tofort her. “When he wakes up, he cane back to work as your bodyguard.”


    Isabe immediately rejected the idea. “No, he can’t. He needs to rest properly, especially after what happened.”


    The thought of them being put in danger because of her actions pained Isabe. However, she was also a victim in this situation. She was just an ordinary person, yet she had been forcibly drawn into this world. The recent attack had been terrifying, and she couldn’t help but wonder what other dangersy ahead.


    Isabe didn’t know and was filled with apprehension.


    Her phone suddenly rang.


    “Isabe, are you guys okay? I just heard from Emanuele that you were attacked,” Sophia’s worried voice filled the line. “Oh my God! May God keep you safe. You must be all right.”


    “I’m fine, Mom,” Isabe reassured her. “But what about you? Are you okay?”


    She suddenly realized that if she, as Emanuele’s stepsister, was in danger, then Sophia, as Emanuele’s stepmother, might be in even greater danger.


    “Isabe, you don’t have to worry about me. We’re all in the estate right now, and we rarely go out. We have plenty of bodyguards here, so it’s the safest ce,” Sophia replied.


    Isabe hoped that was true. She didn’t want any more danger.


    “By the way, Isabe, Emanuele told me that he has to protect you personally. So, starting today, Emanuele will move into the apartment with you,” Sophia continued.


    “No, I refuse!” Isabe eximed, surprised and her voice raising a notch. “We’re both adults; it’s not appropriate for us to live together.”


    Oh God, just thinking about the twisted things Emanuele had done before made Isabe feel very anxious. If that lunatic actually moved in with her, she was afraid she wouldn’t be safe, not even her innocence.