After finishing their meal, Emanuele went to the wine cab and poured a bottle of red wine into tall sses for himself and Isabe to share. It was rare to see him in such a good mood, and it was even rarer for the two of them to get along peacefully. Isabe was quite surprised.


    Emanuele drank wine heartily, his face adorned with a smile, and his eyes sparkled like mes. It was evident that he was extremely excited.


    However, Isabe had an ominous feeling because typically, when Emanuele was this excited, it meant that he had encountered something that thrilled him in a particr way.


    Isabe’s gaze shifted to Emanuele’s clothing, where she noticed a dull liquid stain on his gray cuffs. Isabe’s heart quivered. Had he killed again? It was only during those moments that he disyed such excitement.


    “Isabe, I’m so happy,” Emanuele said as he sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and allowing her to lean into his embrace. “We’ve caught a group of Sicilians. I used ancient Eastern torture methods on them, ying and drawing their tendons. You can’t imagine, they look like a pile of mud now, haha, it’s so entertaining!”


    As Isabe listened to Emanuele’s description, a feeling of nausea churned in her stomach. What she had eaten earlier threatened toe back up, but all she managed to do was retch.


    “Can’t you handle this?” Emanuele, who was now standing by the bathroom door, asked.


    Isabe looked at Emanuele, resisting any contact with the devil himself. “Would you like me to show you what real hell looks like?” Emanuele inquired.


    “You’re insane!” Isabe screamed. She couldn’t bear to be around Emanuele any longer. Initially, she thought he might be a decent person, but in reality, his core was ruthless and brutal, and he would likely never change.


    Crazy? Emanuele cruelly smiled. He had always known that Isabe was like an innocent angel, kind, pure, and a doctor who saved lives. In contrast, he had grown up on the edge of life and death, exposed to various forms of cruelty, kidnapped, nearly killed, and even ordered by his father to murder the servant who had been with him since childhood.


    All of this was done to teach him how to be ruthless, how to use any means necessary for his own gain, even if it meant harming his own family.


    So when he found out that his father’s girlfriend was pregnant, he didn’t hesitate to cause a car ident that killed her.


    He knew his father was aware of it all along, but they never discussed it. And now, looking at the pure and innocent Isabe, he thought, why should her world remain so straightforward? Since she had be the princess of the mafia, there were things she needed to know.


    “Isabe,e with me. I’ll show you my world,” Emanuele said, pulling her along.


    Isabe struggled desperately. “Emanuele, please, let me go. I’m begging you. Spare me, please!”


    The thought of what she might see next was suffocating, making it impossible to breathe. Soon, Emanuele had led Isabe to a dungeon.


    Despite her resistance, Emanuele forcibly dragged her inside. The dungeon was surrounded by heavily armed guards. They passed through the soldiers and entered the deeper parts of the dungeon.


    The dimly lit space was filled with scurrying rats, and the cells held many prisoners. In the corner, Isabe noticed a bloody mass, like a massive clot of blood.


    “What is this?” Isabe’s heart clenched with an ominous premonition.


    At that moment, Phillip approached and pointed to the massive bloody lump in the corner. “Boss, he’s already dead. Should we dispose of him?”


    Dead? So, this was a person? Isabe’s throat constricted, and she struggled for breath. Her vision darkened in waves.


    “Yeah, toss it out for the dogs,” Emanuele said casually.


    Phillip called over two people from the surroundings and bagged the grotesque remains.


    Isabe didn’t want to continue watching, but at that moment, her eyes seemed paralyzed, locked onto the inhuman figure. She watched as Phillip and the others picked him up, cing him into arge ck stic bag. As they moved him, Isabe saw the person’s head, face, body-all exposed without skin, blood-red and still dripping, creating a chilling sight.


    Isabe was on the brink of being scared to death. “How’s this? Isn’t this more realistic than those anatomical models you’ve seen at school?” Emanuele suddenly leaned in close to Isabe’s ear, speaking softly. “I could be your teacher; I understand human anatomy better than your professors. I’ve conducted experiments on real people. If you want, these prisoners here can be subjects for your experiments.”


    “Damn it, God will surely send you to hell!” Isabe turned to Emanuele, losing herdylikeposure as she cursed him.


    Even Satan would be horrified if he witnessed this scene. Isabe cursed the devil and wished him a ce in hell.


    Emanuele, far from being upset by her curse, burst intoughter. In his eyes, Isabe was as naive as a child. He embraced her, feeling the softness of her body, and the subtle fragrance of flowers and fruit that clung to her, in stark contrast to the smell of blood in the dungeon.


    “Isabe, I won’t be going to hell, and even if I do, I’ll drag you down with me,” Emanuele said. After that, he brought her to another area where a person was suspended and still appeared to be alive.


    Emanuele drew a handgun from behind and said to Isabe, “Even though you bravely shot the enemyst time, your uracy isn’t good enough. You have to remember, you didn’t deliver a headshot; it might be you who ends up dead.”


    He stood behind Isabe, held her hand, and forced it to hold the gun. “No… please!” Isabe cried out, her body ice-cold, eyes quivering, her blood running cold, as if she might die at any moment. It was too horrifying. Was Emanuele making her kill?


    No matter how Isabe struggled, it was futile. She was forced to hold the gun, forced to pull the trigger, and she watched, with wide-open eyes, as the bullet passed through the person’s head right in front of her, sttering blood.


    “Ah!” Isabe screamed, and her tears fell inrge drops. She trembled uncontrobly, her skin covered in goosebumps, gasping for breath. She had killed someone. She had killed!


    “Hahaha!” Emanuele burst intoughter. He held Isabe tightly, kissed her passionately, and licked away her tears. “Isabe, good girl, you did great!” he praised. “From now on, you and I are the same kind of people. You called me a devil, so you are one too.”Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    He held Isabe tightly, kissed her, and his hands roamed her body, as if he wanted to merge her into his very essence.