Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Even Emanuele himself didn’t know why he had kissed Isabella, but once their lips met, his mind seemed to stop working, and all that remained was raw instinct.

He began to passionately claim Isabella’s breath, forcefully parting her lips with his tongue, greedily tasting the flavors in her mouth. His hands roamed restlessly over her soft body, lifting her skirt, slipping between her thighs, pressing against her flesh, feeling her body wriggle and tremble in his embrace.

In that moment, Emanuele only wanted to possess her completely. Her fear inexplicably heightened his excitement.

Isabella had never expected Emanuele to kiss her. She widened her eyes in disbelief, squirming in his embrace, attempting to break free.

The scent of smoke clung heavily to the man, making her uncomfortable. However, her body grew increasingly warm, her strength waned, and she became more sensitive. A strange desire welled up within her; she wanted more, and she wanted this man to take her passionately.

Yet, reason ultimately prevailed. Isabella knew they couldn’t continue like this. He was her stepbrother, and she was his stepsister. This was all wrong.

With this realization, Isabella bit Emanuele’s lip forcefully, and blood seeped from his lips. She thought the pain would make him release her. Instead, the taste of blood and her constant writhing seemed to further excite this man, who resembled a wild beast.

He tore at her clothing, and from kissing her lips, he moved downward, biting her breasts.

No, no, this couldn’t go on!

Pain, shame, and terror overwhelmed Isabella. She could hardly bear it, but her strength was too feeble to escape Emanuele’s control.

“Brother, I’m your sister! You shouldn’t treat me like this!” Isabella could only beg tearfully, her face pale as she gazed at the man who had been acting recklessly upon her.

She couldn’t allow things to go any further. She would lose her sanity if they truly engaged in any inappropriate behavior.

Isabella’s sobbing gradually brought Emanuele back to his senses. He halted his actions, looking at the woman in his arms who was trembling, tears streaming down her face. He removed his hands from her and seemed to be struggling to restrain himself. Then, he growled lowly, “Get out!”

Isabella immediately jumped out of Emanuele’s embrace, clutching her clothes to her chest, shivering as she hastily fled. She didn’t want to face the terrifying demon that Emanuele had become, unpredictable and threatening. Just moments ago, he had seemed like he would devour her.

He was massive in stature, and his temperament was fierce. If he had truly forced himself upon her, it would have been a terrifying ordeal.

She couldn’t care less about her disheveled appearance; she just wanted to get home. However, Isabella’s plan to escape to her own apartment failed.

Not long after Isabella had left, she was intercepted by Emanuele’s assistant, Phillip Mcgee.

Phillip conveyed Emanuele’s instructions to Isabella. “Miss Gould, the boss wants you to stay overnight here.”

“I don’t want to. I want to go home,” Isabella replied.

Her mother and stepfather were away on a trip, and Grazia and her husband, Andrew, had their own place. That meant this house, aside from the servants and bodyguards, was empty, except for Emanuele. She had to stay with him?

Insane! If Emanuele wanted to do anything to her at night, she wouldn’t be able to escape.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Seeing Isabella’s determination, Phillip sighed and relayed Emanuele’s words. “The boss said that if he really wanted to do something to you, he could do it at any time. Your apartment is transparent to him; it’s just a matter of whether he wants to enter. So, you’d better stay here tonight.”

“He’s such a bastard!” Isabella cursed through clenched teeth.

In the end, Isabella had to stay in one of the villa’s guest rooms. This room had been prepared for her, with clothes, pajamas, shoes, and even shampoo and shower gel, all in her size and high-end brands she had never encountered before.

However, despite the wealth and luxury, Isabella felt extremely uncomfortable with this upper-class lifestyle. She longed for a simple, ordinary life that was truly hers.

As she showered, Isabella noticed the red and swollen marks on her neck and chest where Emanuele had bitten her. These marks revealed the wild events that had transpired earlier. It made Isabella frown and feel immense pain.

She couldn’t help but scrub those areas vigorously as if trying to erase the marks completely.

That jerk, he could go to hell! How could he do such things to his stepsister?

Isabella thought that she needed to find an opportunity to tell her mother about this. She needed her mother’s help; otherwise, one day, she might really be assaulted by Emanuele.

After her shower, a maid came to call her down for dinner. But thinking about facing Emanuele, Isabella immediately declined, saying, “I’m not hungry. I won’t eat tonight.”

The maid left.

However, a little while later, Isabella received a call from Emanuele.

“Come downstairs right now, unless you want me to come to your room and watch you eat,” he said.

Isabella clenched her teeth, hung up the phone, and rushed downstairs.

Damn it, if Emanuele came to her room to have dinner with her, she didn’t even want to think about it.

Arriving at the dining room, the table was already filled with delicious-looking food, and Emanuele was sitting at the table waiting for her.

Isabella reluctantly took a seat across from Emanuele, wishing she could be farther away.

Emanuele spoke, “Come over and sit next to me.”

Isabella didn’t want to move.

“I won’t say it again,” Emanuele’s tone became firmer, his voice deep.

With no choice, Isabella got up and sat down next to Emanuele.

As Isabella looked at the sumptuous feast before her and smelled the mouthwatering aromas, her stomach began to growl.

The dining room was quiet, but then Isabella’s stomach growled, startling her. Her face turned as red as an apple.

Even Emanuele, who usually had a serious demeanor and rarely smiled, couldn’t help but laugh when he heard Isabella’s stomach.

“Who was it that said they weren’t hungry? Whose stomach is growling now?”

In that moment, Isabella felt embarrassed and wished she could disappear into the floor. It was so humiliating!

She immediately took a bite of salad, trying to change the subject by complimenting, “Um, this salad is really good, delicious!”

She acted as if it were her first time eating salad.

Emanuele heard Isabella’s words and smiled once again.

As Isabella looked at Emanuele’s face, which was now adorned with a rare, normal smile, she found that he didn’t look as menacing as he usually did. Maybe if he could be like this more often, he’d be easier to get along with.

The next day, Isabella was driven to work by one of the bodyguards in a luxurious car. Coincidentally, Evelyn saw her.

“Isabella, how did you suddenly become so wealthy? You have different cars picking you up every day,” Evelyn couldn’t believe it. How did Isabella become so rich, especially when she had that suitor yesterday?

With these thoughts, Evelyn immediately began to inquire. “By the way, why didn’t your suitor from yesterday pick you up today? Did you two not go to a hotel last night?”