Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

After taking a shower, Emanuele stepped out of the bathroom. He found Isabella already lying on the bed, and he climbed in, pulling her into his embrace. He breathed in the sweet scent of Isabella’s body.

At this moment, Emanuele felt a deep sense of contentment. In the midst of these busy days, he often found himself thinking of Isabella. He had deliberately turned off his phone, not wanting her to disrupt his thoughts. Tony would keep him informed about everything related to Isabella, and that was enough.

Learning that Isabella occasionally reached out to Tony to inquire about him gave Emanuele immense satisfaction. It proved that this woman cared deeply about him.

But for now, he needed to momentarily set aside his emotions and focus on the battle. He understood what this war meant for him. Unfortunately, despite all his efforts over the past few days, Frederick had managed to escape. Emanuele felt anger and a sense of failure.

Isabella was nestled in Emanuele’s embrace, inhaling the strong masculine scent that enveloped him. He was shirtless, and Isabella’s face was pressed against his soft chest hair.

She could feel the hardness of his chest muscles, like solid rock. And then there was…

Thinking about it, Isabella closed her eyes, trying to stop her wandering thoughts. Her face turned red, and her heart raced. She found it strange that her body was soft, while Emanuele’s body felt so hard. Was it because he was so large, or was she too petite?

He held her as if she were a doll, completely enveloped in his embrace. Emanuele’s hands roamed over her body, at times touching her breasts and then her arms.

Isabella couldn’t sleep anymore and opened her eyes. She reached for Emanuele’s hand. “Go to sleep,” she commanded, her tone firm.

Emanuele hesitated for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. His laughter made his chest rise and fall, and Isabella lying on his chest could feel the emotions coursing through him.

“Isabella, your courage is growing. Now you dare to command me,” he said as his hand moved to her neck. His fingertips traced her pulse, and he felt the rhythm of her heartbeat, as if he held this fragile life in his hands.

But Isabella got goosebumps from this action, and she disliked when he grabbed her by the neck, making her feel like he had control over her life.

“What does it matter? Can you kill me now?” Isabella showed no fear of Emanuele.

Even though she knew they were in the midst of a game, and Emanuele’s affection for her was more about enjoying the feeling of toying with her than real love, she understood that her value to him was significant. He had married her, made her the queen of the Chicago Mafia, and provided her with endless material wealth. That alone meant she was important to him.

He wouldn’t easily kill her.

Emanuele gazed into Isabella’s eyes, which shone with a radiant light. This fragile body held a powerful soul. Her stubborn refusal to give in was something that fascinated him.

Emanuele rolled over and pressed Isabella beneath him. He kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless, and began to undress her.

Looking at the bare Isabella, she appeared as beautiful as a painting in his eyes. However, just as he was about to take the next step, Isabella immediately stopped him. She shrank to the side and said, “You need to rest now. I’m a doctor, and you have to listen to me.”

Emanuele was in such a state, yet he still thought about such things. Even though she had her own desires, she knew she needed to restrain herself, especially until he had rested properly. She was worried that he might overexert himself.

“A doctor?” Emanuele’s lips curved into a smile. “You are my medicine. I’ll be better soon after I’ve had you.” Emanuele said, pulling Isabella close.

Isabella was still trying to resist, but she accidentally touched Emanuele’s wound, causing him to gasp in pain. “Don’t move, it hurts!” It was the first time she had heard Emanuele cry out in pain. When she had tended to his wounds earlier, he hadn’t made a sound, but now he was in pain just from a simple touch. Isabella wasn’t sure if he was genuinely hurting or just pretending. Nevertheless, she dared not move, fearing she might worsen his injuries.

Emanuele noticed that Isabella didn’t move and decided to have some fun with it. He chuckled softly, keeping the amusement in his eyes hidden. He didn’t expect that Isabella would be so easily fooled.

He held Isabella in his embrace, kissing her, caressing her. Gradually, Isabella’s body softened, and she let out soft moans and breathless gasps. Emanuele’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he moved his waist, merging himself with Isabella.

Then he launched into a passionate assault.

“Oh, God, too fast,” Isabella gasped and cried out.

But Emanuele didn’t slow down. He turned Isabella over and over, and it wasn’t until both of them reached their climax that he fell asleep, still holding Isabella close.

Emanuele had been holding back for a long time, and not seeing Isabella for days had left him with a strong desire. Whenever he saw Isabella, it ignited his passion, and he couldn’t sleep until he had satisfied it.

The next day, Isabella woke up and found Emanuele still holding her. She didn’t dare move, fearing that any movement would wake him. She allowed Emanuele to continue sleeping with her in his embrace. At this moment, they were like any other happy couple, snuggling together. Just this made Isabella’s heart feel as if it were soaked in honey; it was so sweet.

However, she knew it was all a facade. Once Emanuele woke up and opened his eyes, the sweet atmosphere between them would vanish, and their relationship would return to the game.

Isabella eventually crawled out of Emanuele’s embrace. “I’ll go tell Lilly to prepare breakfast,” she said.

Emanuele grunted in response and remained lazy, lying on the bed without any intention to move.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After Isabella dressed, she thought of something and asked Emanuele, “Is your business finished?”

These days, Emanuele had been away on classified missions, and she wasn’t sure whether he was dealing with his arch-enemy or not. Tony had mentioned that such missions were always kept confidential, and she didn’t press for details.

Upon hearing her question, Emanuele thought about Frederick’s escape and their ongoing danger. His face darkened, and he shook his head. “Not yet. We’re still in danger.”

“It seems like your enemy is quite cunning,” Isabella said. “Emanuele, you must be careful. I don’t want to become a widow at such a young age.”

Emanuele didn’t expect Isabella to say that and felt a hint of anger. After a brief moment of surprise, he retorted, “Don’t worry, I can’t bear to let you be taken by another man. If I really die, you’ll be alone for the rest of your life. If you get involved with another man, I’ll become a vengeful ghost to haunt you.”

“You’re heartless. I’ve seen other husbands who would rather let their wives find love again than leave them lonely. But you, even in death, you want to claim me.”

“I’ve been selfish for a long time.”

Isabella shook her head and decided not to argue on this topic. She left the room.

As he lay in bed, Emanuele rolled over, smelling the scent of Isabella left on the sheets. It gave him a sense of security. Reflecting on their conversation, he felt a little annoyed. He couldn’t bear the thought of Isabella sleeping with another man.