In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 110: Fight Breaks Out

Chapter 110: Fight Breaks Out

Isabella couldn't hold back her tears as her emotions hit rock bottom. She felt the need to find a place to compose herself. So, she walked into the bathroom, which had a large mirror for her to freshen up.

Even though she knew Emanuele didn't harbor strong feelings for her, today marked the first time they were appearing in public as a married couple. Isabella figured that at least in terms of appearance, she should present herself well and avoid any loss of face.

As for whatever Emanuele was up to, that was his business.

Just as she entered the bathroom and was about to close the door, someone suddenly rushed in, forcefully pushing the door open and then shutting it behind them.

Isabella turned around to find Chloe, her face filled with terror. "What are you doing here?"

Despite her efforts to appear unafraid of Chloe, when they were alone, in such a small space, Isabella's inner fears began to surface uncontrollably, as if they were about to devour her entirely.

"Of course, I came to congratulate you, Isabella. I never thought you could look so foolish. Becoming the wife of a Chicago mafia man and making Emanuele like you? You, a whore raised by someone, I can't see anything good about you at all."

Chloe's words were as sharp and mean as ever.

"And what about this dress? Do you really think you look good in it? It's like you've squeezed all your fat into it. I'm afraid it'll burst any second. God, doesn't it feel uncomfortable for you to wear it? I don't know what you were thinking, being this fat and not losing weight."

Chloe's verbal assault made Isabella feel like she was being pricked by countless needles. The intense pain surrounded her. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She wanted to retort, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak. Breathing became increasingly difficult, even though there was plenty of oxygen around. It was her damn claustrophobia acting up.

Seeing Isabella not utter a word, Chloe became even more pleased with herself.

"See? I was right, weren't I? How could a bitch like you ever match up to Emanuele? You should be doing the chores, like the kitchen and bathroom cleaning, just like those maids. You're so filthy; I wonder if Emanuele even knows about your past."

Chloe continued to taunt Isabella, making her struggle to breathe and her body tremble, on the brink of breaking down emotionally.

"Get out!" Isabella managed to force out the words with all her might.

But Chloe had no fear of her. She even slapped Isabella across the face.

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around, you wretched whore? It seems I've let you off the hook for too long, making you forget who the real master is."

The slap burned Isabella's cheek instantly. Yes, it had been a long time since anyone, apart from Chloe, had laid a hand on her. Even Emanuele, besides spanking her behind in bed, wouldn't hurt her like this.

"Mob wife? Mrs. Lombardi? You think you're even worthy?" Chloe sneered, landing another slap on Isabella's face.

Isabella's cheeks bore the marks of Chloe's slaps, and her face began to swell.

"You slut, do you really think Emanuele Lombardi genuinely likes you? He just wanted a woman to warm his bed, and sooner or later, he'll ditch you and find someone, not a damn fat woman like you! Just like me, as you saw a moment ago, Emanuele and I have a close relationship. He doesn't resist me, even though he's married. Because you have so many flaws, he'll eventually leave you."

Chloe yelled at Isabella, reveling in Isabella's torment.

But in the next moment, Isabella suddenly charged at Chloe, using her head to ram into her. Chloe was caught off guard and got bumped, her teeth knocking against her own mouth, spreading a taste of blood inside.

The metallic tang of blood made Chloe extremely angry, and she looked at Isabella. "You dared to ram me!"

This crazy woman was she trying to get herself killed?

Isabella didn't know where her courage came from. Even though her body was still trembling, she fought back against Chloe.

One thought kept repeating in her mind, "I must fight back. If I don't, Chloe will keep trampling on me, and the suffering will never end."

Chloe was furious and stared at Isabella. It seemed she hadn't done enough to discipline her during this time to make her this brave.

Chloe touched her chin, grabbed Isabella's hair, and yanked it, causing Isabella to scream in pain.

"You crazy bitch, now that you're married to Emanuele, you've grown a backbone? Dare to defy me? Just wait until I teach you a lesson."

Chloe was taller, and although she looked slim, she was strong. With a little effort, Isabella found it hard to stand her ground, as Chloe pulled her by the hair and slammed her against the wall.

"If you injure me, Emanuele won't spare you!" Isabella yelled.

Her words made Chloe snap back to reality. She knew that if she harmed Isabella today, Emanuele wouldn't forgive her. Chloe released Isabella, panting, and wiped the blood from her mouth. "I'll spare you for today, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Chloe turned and left, leaving Isabella lying on the ground.

Isabella sat there, catching her breath. She felt like a fish out of water, gasping for life. After a while, she retrieved her medication from her bag and swallowed a pill. Then she closed her eyes, waiting for the medicine to take effect. Only that way could she feel alive again.

This feeling was unbearable. Isabella took a deep breath, trying to inhale the fresh air, but even that couldn't alleviate her discomfort. The red imprints of Chloe's slaps on her cheeks stung, and her hair was scattered on her shoulders, where Chloe had yanked a handful, making her scalp ache.

All this pain seemed to remind Isabella of what had just happened. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a woman with a haggard expression, pale face, red eyes, and two bright red slap marks on her cheeks. In this moment, she felt like a female ghost.

It was terrifying! Isabella thought. If she were to go out like this and meet others, they'd probably be frightened out of their wits.

Isabella reached into her purse and pulled out her makeup, hastily applying it to her face, attempting to conceal the traces of what had just happened. Even so, the marks on her face were still somewhat discernible, but one needed to look closely to notice them.

This was a silver lining in the midst of her misfortune.

Moreover, she had fought back against Chloe. She could see that she was slowly growing stronger, and the next time Chloe dared to lay a hand on her, Isabella was determined to make her pay!