Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“I’m fine,” Isabella immediately said, forcing a smile. She didn’t want Clark to notice anything was amiss. She had initially thought there was a difference between Clark and Emanuele, that she could seek help from him. But now it seemed that there was no difference between the two.

“Stop lying. Your complexion is pale, and you look sorrowful, not as beautiful as before, Isabella. What happened to you? Let me take you home,” Clark said, his concern evident. Even though she knew it was probably insincere, for a moment, Isabella felt her eyes welling up with tears.

She had relied on her mother for support since she was young. After her mother found happiness and started a new family, her attention shifted, and Isabella received less care. Now that she had suffered so much in this place, Sophia didn’t notice anything unusual, but Clark, who had ulterior motives, could see there was a problem.

Isabella didn’t refuse Clark this time. Right now, she just wanted to get away from here, and it didn’t matter who offered to take her.

After a brief exchange with Emanuele, Clark escorted Isabella out.

Emanuele stood upstairs, watching Clark help Isabella into the car. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger. Looking at their backs, they appeared extremely compatible.

He had said that he wanted Isabella to marry Clark, so their cooperation could become even closer. He wouldn’t have to worry about how to get rid of this stepsister. But now, seeing how Clark and Isabella were getting along, it made Emanuele feel like there was a wild beast raging inside his chest.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Watching Clark’s hand on Isabella’s waist, helping her into the car, and seeing them drive away from the huge estate, Emanuele suddenly smashed his fist against the balcony railing.

Thump!

A muffled but powerful sound demonstrated just how angry he was at this moment.

Isabella had a nightmare that night. She dreamt of Emanuele entering her room while she was sleeping, undressing her, and assaulting her. In the dream, this man’s actions were rough, accompanied by the strong smell of smoke, alcohol, and a heavy scent of blood. It was as if he had killed many people before coming to her. She pleaded with Emanuele, but he didn’t listen, kissing her and forcing himself upon her. No matter how she struggled, it was in vain, and eventually, she succumbed.

Isabella woke up slowly, feeling a desire coursing through her body and the pleasure that this dream had incited.

How could this be? Isabella wondered. She had despised this man, but why, in her dream, did she not resist his advances? Why did she even desire it? Was she going crazy?

Isabella thought of the man who had killed without hesitation, even someone as innocent as herself. She actually found herself liking him? And she had dreamed such a passionate dream about him?

If she truly developed feelings for Emanuele, it would be an unfortunate beginning. Thinking this, Isabella sighed and sat up in bed. She wanted to go to the kitchen for a glass of water when, to her surprise, she saw a dark figure sitting in a chair next to her bed. The sudden sight startled her, and she let out a cry.

The bodyguards stationed outside heard Isabella’s cry and immediately opened the door, switching on the lights.

“What happened, Miss Gould?” one of the bodyguards asked.

“Shut up!” Emanuele’s voice came, harsh and menacing, causing Isabella to stop screaming.

Isabella’s eyes, due to the bright light, had to squint at first. As she slowly relaxed, she could see the person in front of her clearly.

It was Emanuele! What was he doing here in the middle of the night, not making a sound? She had just woken up, and seeing a person suddenly in her room was startling enough.

The bodyguard, seeing Isabella and Emanuele talking, knew that Isabella had been frightened by him. He closed the door again, giving them some privacy.

“Why… why are you here?” Isabella asked Emanuele cautiously.

“This is my apartment. Can’t I come whenever I want?” Emanuele replied.

His tone remained unfriendly, his face dark, and his gaze icy, making Isabella clutch her blanket, afraid that Emanuele might hurt her.

Damn it, Emanuele was so ruthless and cruel. Why was she having dreams of being intimate with him? Did she have some kind of illness? Did she have Stockholm Syndrome? It felt like she had become a masochist.

However, Emanuele’s words reminded Isabella of her current situation. She was living here at his mercy. It seemed like she needed to find a way to move out soon.

Isabella didn’t want to dwell on the issue with Emanuele any longer. She knew that if she kept pressing him, he would only resort to even more despicable methods to show her that she was wrong.

This man, who killed so ruthlessly, as if he were chopping vegetables, would probably find torturing her even simpler.

Isabella lowered her tired eyes and told Emanuele, “I want to sleep, please leave.”

However, even when she showed such a docile side, Emanuele didn’t relent.

As she was about to pull the covers back up and return to her dreams, he suddenly stood up and approached her.

Isabella’s eyelashes trembled, her pupils flickering, and her heart raced. She was worried about what Emanuele might do next. She feared that he might harm her.

“Then let’s sleep together,” Emanuele said, lifting the covers and squeezing in beside her.

With him came a gust of cold, imposing wind, and his dominant aura made it difficult for Isabella to breathe. She was terrified.

How did her dream turn into reality?

Isabella was scared. She immediately sat up and said, “Brother, we are both adults. You shouldn’t be sleeping with me.”

She was in her early twenties, not a child. How could she share a bed with an adult man?

Isabella thought Emanuele was truly insane. On one hand, he despised her-a bothersome stepsister who suddenly appeared, looking to claim a share of his wealth, and not being obedient. She might be polite on the surface, but she harbored resistance inside, and her proud demeanor, her desire to draw a clear line from people like him, challenged his dignity.

But on the other hand, her appearance, like that of a rose, her soft, curvy body, ample chest, and perky buttocks, had a fatal sexual attraction for him. Whenever he saw her, he wanted to ravish her in bed.

So, his decision was made, despite the contradictions.

On one hand, he was eager to marry her off, hoping to never see her again.

On the other hand, seeing her getting close to other men, engaging in flirtations, would stoke the fires of his jealousy, driving him to madness.

Just like today when he witnessed Isabella and Clark interacting like a young couple. Even though she had been away for a long time, that image still lingered in his mind, prompting him to throw caution to the wind and rush to Isabella’s apartment to confront her!