The following morning, Isabe and Emanuele sat in the dining room, enjoying a meal prepared by Lilly. The table was filled with an array of delicious dishes, and Isabe couldn’t have been happier.


    When she had seen Lilly earlier that morning, Isabe had excitedly embraced her. “My darling, congrattions on getting what you wished for,” Lilly said, patting Isabe on the shoulder.


    During those difficult times, seeing Isabe’s distress had been equally painful for Lilly. In the time they had spent together, she hade to regard Isabe as her own daughter. Witnessing Isabe’s heartache, Lilly’s own heart had shattered. Fortunately, Isabe had married the man she had desired, allowing Lilly to remain by her side.


    As Isabe and Emanuele enjoyed the delicious spread, he provided her with instructions. “If you ever need to leave the house, you will be escorted by twelve guards. Four of them will drive in SUVs identical to yours, four will follow you in front, and four will protect you from behind.”


    Upon hearing that her security detail had increased from four guards to twelve, Isabe widened her eyes in surprise. “So, I have to take them with me wherever I go?”


    Isabe was starting to feel like she was drifting further away from her previous life, with these numerous guards appearing wherever she went.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Emanuele replied, “Yes, you must take them with you. You have be my enemies’ primary target now.”


    Previously, Isabe had faced threats and intimidation because she was his stepsister, and the security around her was not as strong. Now, as the new Mafia Queen, she could expect even more threats. His enemies would see her as a way to weaken him.


    After Emanuele finished his breakfast, he changed his clothes and prepared to leave. Isabe instinctively walked over to help him adjust his attire.


    She never wanted to be this kind of wife, taking care of his tie, preparing his meals, or handling household chores. However, as she helped him with his tie, and looked up into his handsome face, she felt her heart racing uncontrobly, experiencing an unexpected sense of happiness.


    This wasn’t supposed to happen, Isabe. You wanted to despise this man who had yed with you. But at this moment, you’re helping him with his tie and feeling happy. It left Isabe in a painful and contradictory dilemma.


    Isabe forced herself to shift her focus and asked, “Who are your enemies?”


    “Many people. Aside from Cleric, we have a peace agreement with his group; if we encounter difficulties, we can seek their assistance in resolving matters, but ites at the cost of revenge. Other than them, any ck Hand faction besides ours could be our enemies at any time. There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests,” Emanuele replied with a slight smirk, observing the man in the mirror as Isabe looked up at him with admiration.


    Emanuele reached out and pulled Isabe into his embrace. His lips pressed against her neck, inhaling the sweet floral scent that clung to her.


    Since she had arrived, his apartment had been filled with her sweet scent, a stark contrast to his previously cold and impersonal space. In this moment, Emanuele started to feel a sense of happiness he had never experienced before.


    At thirty-two, in the prime of his life, he never thought he’d marry this soon. However, meeting Isabe had changed everything. Initially, he found her intriguing, but over time, his intentions had grown into a desire to make her his own. Now, he had achieved that goal.


    It seemed that there was nothing a mafia boss couldn’t aplish in this world.


    Isabe felt that Emanuele was like a big puppy at this moment, sticking to her and not wanting to let her go. However, Emanuele had many matters to attend to, especially given the current critical situation, and he now had one more person he needed to protect with all his might.


    “These enemies I’ve been dealing withtely are from Sicily. They’ve already killed fifteen of my men, Isabe. Promise me, don’t leave here easily.”


    So many people were killed! Isabe recalled the threatening text messages she had received and all the idents that had urred previously. At that time, she was only Emanuele’s stepsister, yet they had shown no mercy. Now that she was his wife…


    Fear began to creep up inside Isabe, and she nervously licked her lips, feeling extremely anxious. She couldn’t help but push Emanuele away. “If you’re in such danger now, why did you marry me? Wouldn’t I be safer in Canada with rk?”


    “But I care more about whether you can stay by my side. I’m very selfish,” Emanuele said as he pulled Isabe back into his embrace. He leaned down and kissed her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth, passionately and possessively iming her breath.


    He lifted her up, leaving Isabe’s feet dangling in the air. Her entire weight pressed against him. Isabe could feel Emanuele’s powerful strength, his body hard and hot like a burning fire, consuming her entirely.


    Isabe responded passionately, as if the heat between them would never fade. A single kiss had left her weak in the knees.


    Eventually, Isabe gasped for air and slumped into Emanuele’s arms.


    Emanuele held onto Isabe’s body firmly, savoring her softness and curves. If he didn’t have matters to attend to shortly, he would have eagerly thrown her onto the bed and taken her hard.


    Seeing Isabe’s bewildered expression, Emanuele pinched her chin and said, “Even if you have to die, you’ll stay by my side. Until I’ve had my fill of you, you’re not going anywhere.”


    This statement infuriated Isabe, and she couldn’t resist pping Emanuele’s chest. “You’re a heartless brute!”


    Although her body still yearned for Emanuele, in the face of his cold demeanor, Isabe felt that she would never willingly admit it. In their game, acknowledging it voluntarily meant she had lost.


    Afterward, Emanuele handed Isabe a credit card. “If you don’t have any urgent business, stay home. You can order anything you need online. If you can’t find it online, you can ask Tony or Harry to get it for you.”


    Emanuele finished speaking and gave Isabe a serious look. “Stay home.”


    Home? Isabe gazed at the spacious house. Despite having everything, it still didn’t feel like home to her. She had finallye to regard Emanuele’s previous upscale apartment as home, and now he was asking her to readjust to this new environment.


    It would likely take a long time before she could consider this ce as her home.