Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“Isabella, why are you dressed so seductively today? Trying to seduce someone?” Emanuele approached Isabella step by step, questioning her.

He had never seen Isabella wear such a revealing outfit before. Even the dress he had provided for her at the previous banquet had some modesty, but today, she wore a strapless bodice that left little to the imagination. The dress clung to her, accentuating her curves, and her breasts seemed perfectly shaped, a snowy expanse that appeared ready to spill out at any moment. The fabric at her chest seemed like it might slide down with each step.

When he had seen Isabella downstairs, Emanuele couldn’t help but think that she looked incredibly tempting, and it was no wonder that men’s eyes were drawn to her.

“It’s a gift from Grazia. She said I look great in it,” Isabella replied. She had never worn such a dress before. In fact, she had never had the opportunity to wear such elegant clothing. Chloe used to say she wasn’t worthy, that she was just a lowly mutt who didn’t deserve to wear beautiful dresses. She never had birthdays or attended parties where such attire was needed, and she had missed her graduation ceremony as well.

Whenever her uncle, aunt, and Chloe went out for social events, she stayed at home alone, wearing shabby clothes, cleaning and tidying up the house. Otherwise, when they returned, they would scold her severely.

The two dresses she had worn before were gifts from the Lombardi siblings, and Isabella found it ironic to think about it now. She despised fitting into this world, but it was only because she entered their world that she had the opportunity to wear such expensive clothes.

Emanuele couldn’t help but curse, “Grazia damn well shouldn’t have thought of having you wear such clothes!” He grabbed a jacket and tossed it to Isabella. “Put this on!”

It was a black leather jacket, and Isabella knew it belonged to Emanuele. However, it looked really large, as if it could wrap around her twice.

“This jacket feels really weird,” Isabella put it on, noticing that the sleeves were especially long, covering her palms, and the hem extended down to her thighs, making it quite loose.

Of course, it would have fit Emanuele perfectly, but it was far from suitable for her.

“If you don’t put on this jacket, I’ll take off your dress and kick you out of this room, making you the center of everyone’s attention,” Emanuele rudely stated. Damn it, the thought of her exposing so much skin to others made Emanuele extremely uncomfortable. He almost wished he could pluck out their eyeballs.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Isabella believed that Emanuele was capable of doing such a thing. She tightened her grip on the dress, looking at Emanuele. “Can I go now?”

This devil, even though Grazia had told her he hadn’t always been like this, that was no reason to forgive him. She was more innocent than him, yet he seemed to have no pity for her and continuously sought to torment her. She despised this devil!

Emanuele watched Isabella’s obedient appearance, but in truth, he sensed a hint of resistance in her eyes.

Emanuele smiled and approached, reaching out to hold Isabella in his arms. He towered over her, and with Isabella in his arms, she felt like a pet cat.

He had to admit; it felt good.

Emanuele ran his hand through Isabella’s hair, which felt as soft as silk, making him reluctant to let go. He found himself strangely captivated, unlike his previous interactions with other women. Most women were just tools for him to satisfy his desires, and he disposed of them when he was done. He didn’t need to invest any emotions in them; it was more efficient that way.

But with Isabella, something felt different. He seemed to pay attention to her, to enjoy teasing her, and derive pleasure from tormenting her.

At this moment, Emanuele’s lips were close to Isabella’s ear, and he asked, “Are you still a virgin?”

“What did you say?” Isabella was startled and tried to break free from Emanuele’s embrace, but she couldn’t.

It was always like this. Isabella knew that as long as Emanuele didn’t release her, she couldn’t resist.

“Answer me, Isabella. Are you still a virgin?” Emanuele asked again, this time in a commanding tone, like he was giving orders to a subordinate. He loosened his grip on her slightly but held her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“This is my private matter, and I don’t want to answer,” Isabella replied angrily, feeling offended. She glared at Emanuele, fearing him but unwilling to let him trample on her dignity. When a person lost their personality and dignity, they might as well be dead!

“Isabella, you’re being very disobedient. Do you want me to personally check if you’re still a virgin?” Emanuele said, his other hand moving down, tracing a path across her belly button to that sensitive area below.

Isabella screamed in terror, “Stop! Emanuele, stop!”

Dear God, what was this devil doing?

“I’m not a virgin,” Isabella immediately confessed.

At her words, Emanuele’s actions came to a halt. His eyes now burned with intense curiosity. “Oh? You’re not? How many boyfriends before?”

“J-just one… I had one boyfriend before,” Isabella replied, her face contorted with anguish. She felt the air around her grow tight, making it difficult to breathe.

Emanuele was too cruel. He always acted this way, and whenever she dared to resist, he made even worse decisions, forcing her into submission.

Emanuele released her, and she gasped for breath, feeling utterly drained. She knew she was no match for Emanuele in this battle against the devil.

“One,” Emanuele repeated Isabella’s words, his expression easing up a bit. Then he let go of Isabella. “Isabella, my intention was to ensure your integrity as a gift. You’re going to marry the head of the Mafia in the future, and I don’t want your actions to jeopardize the relationship between the two families.”

In truth, he didn’t need this explanation because he just wanted to know, not to check for her future husband. But this was the excuse he had to use.

Lack of self-control? A sardonic smile played on Isabella’s face as she glared at Emanuele with eyes full of resentment. Did he really see her as nothing more than a gift, meant to maintain practicality and aesthetics? Was that his sole purpose?

Exiting the dressing room, Isabella no longer had any mood left. After briefly greeting Grazia, she hurriedly left the party.

The crowd at the party was still lively, but Isabella felt profoundly melancholic.

This place really wasn’t suitable for her.

Clark noticed Isabella coming out and followed her. “Isabella, what’s wrong? You seem like you’re not in a good mood.”