Before Isabe could say anything, her clothes were already torn to shreds by Emanuele.


    Simultaneously, Emanuele passionately kissed Isabe’s lips, nibbling fiercely but without causing her pain, as if wanting to swallow her whole.


    Forced to tilt her face up, Isabe allowed Emanuele to kiss her.


    The shower water gushed down noisily as Isabe felt Emanuele’s intense love, their bodies tightly pressed together. The warmth emanating from Emanuele continuously transmitted to her, causing Isabe’s body to uncontrobly tremble.


    Emanuele always effortlessly made her body sensitive.


    At that moment, Isabe’s soft figure snugly against Emanuele’s rock-hard body, she felt the tension of his body, as imprable as a fortress.


    Feeling Emanuele’s body change because of her, feeling Emanuele’s firm and hot presence between her legs, Isabe couldn’t help but tremble uncontrobly.


    Emanuele kissed Isabe, kissed her body, and touched her intimate area.


    Under Emanuele’s touch, Isabe felt herself bing as soft as water.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    If it weren’t for Emanuele holding her, she would almost have copsed to the ground.


    Emanuele’s actions were not gentle at all, rather urgent and a bit rough, but Isabe enjoyed Emanuele treating her this way.


    They belonged to each other, and at that moment, there was no need for gentleness or restraint.


    When Emanuele entered her body, Isabe felt electrified, trembling uncontrobly.


    This feeling made Isabe think her body was bing whole because of Emanuele.


    Emanuele lifted Isabe up, her body leaning against the wall, with Emanuele’s figure in front of her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.


    Sensing Emanuele’s impact inside her, Isabe felt as if her soul was being jolted out by Emanuele.


    After their bathroom antics, Emanuele carried Isabe back to the room andid her on the bed, gazing upon her body.


    For some reason, Emanuele paused upon seeing the scars on Isabe’s body.


    “Does it hurt, Isabe?” Emanuele felt deeply troubled.


    Looking at the scars on Isabe’s body, Emanuele almost wished all those scars were on him instead.


    He wished he could take away Isabe’s pain.


    The scars on his body outnumbered and were more severe than Isabe’s; they coiled around his body like centipedes.


    But for Emanuele, those scars were his badges of honor.


    Isabe, however, was different. She was young, beautiful, and fragile, dragged into the world of the mafia by him, now left with a broken body.


    Emanuele felt immense heartache.


    Seeing Emanuele staring at her scars, Isabe shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt.”


    Her body had healed long ago.


    Seeing Emanuele’s guilt, Isabe wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him: “Emanuele, don’t be sad, because your pain doesn’t hurt me. And see, these scars on my body are symbols of my love for you, it’s okay. Hurry, Emanuele, take me roughly, I need you.”


    Isabe gasped, her hand caressing Emanuele’s muscles, diverting his attention.


    Seeing Emanuele sad made her sad too, but she never regretted being with him.


    She loved Emanuele, even if one day she were killed by enemies, she wouldn’t regret being with him.


    Seeing Isabe’s provocative look, Emanuele’s body ignited once again.


    Emanuele shifted positions, making Isabe reach climax one after another.


    By the end, Isabe’s voice was hoarse, unable to shout, her body exhausted, feeling too weak even to raise her hand.


    Emanuele finally stopped tormenting Isabe.


    Isabe had fallen into a drowsy state, and Emanuele hugged her, feeling the soft warmth of Isabe’s body, his face disying contentment.


    But upon seeing the scars on Isabe’s body, he still felt pain.


    He felt guilty for not only what happened but also for depriving Isabe of the chance to be a mother.


    He remembered how Isabe wanted to be a mother back then. She even got pregnant, but to avoid him finding out, she kept it a secret, risking everything.


    Yet, Isabe lost her child.


    Seeing Isabe’s extreme pain at the time made him ache.


    Even though Isabe seemed indifferent toward having a childter on, Emanuele knew she still longed for one deep down. She feared for the danger that came with pregnancy.


    Emanuele decided when he resolved all the crises in Chicago, he would have a child with Isabe.


    But God was cruel; Isabe lost her chance to be a mother.


    Emanuele knew it was his fault for not protecting Isabe properly, leading her to such agony.


    He thought himself powerful, but now realized he couldn’t protect his woman. In a sense, he was useless despite being the head of the Chicago Mafia.


    Emanuele was drowning in self-me, perceived as morous by others, yet truly powerless.


    He hadn’t safeguarded his family, let alone Isabe.


    He understood that as a Mafia leader, he would never know peace; he was ready to fight to the death.


    However, seeing the scars on Isabe’s body, Emanuele couldn’t help but feel sorry.


    Though the scars were shallow and faint, barely noticeable unless observed closely, because he was so intimate with Isabe, knew her body so well, noting her moles and birthmarks, he remembered all those barely visible scars.


    Emanuele gingerly caressed Isabe’s skin and made a decision.


    The next day, Emanuele didn’t rush to work. Instead, he had breakfast with Isabe and said, “Isabe, do you want to get rid of those scars on your body withser treatment? I’ve arranged an appointment with a doctor for you.”


    Knowing that girls cared about appearances, Isabe was surprised by Emanuele’s thoughtfulness.


    Isabe hesitated before replying, “I don’t think it’s necessary. The scars are only visible to us; others can’t see them.”


    “Do you mind? Isabe,” Emanuele asked, his brows furrowed, a bit concerned.


    “Do you mind?” Isabe retorted, questioning Emanuele.