Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

She got married! And it was to Emanuele! Isabella felt like everything that had happened today was like a dream.

Now, she sat beside Emanuele. She was no longer afraid of him, but the change in her identity had left her feeling somewhat disoriented. She hoped that her life wouldn’t change too much. However, considering the assassination attempts she had faced recently, she realized that becoming Emanuele’s wife meant that she would likely encounter even more threats.

As the car headed in an unfamiliar direction, not towards her high-end apartment or Lombardi’s grand estate, Isabella became perplexed. “Where are we going?”

“Home,” Emanuele looked at Isabella, “I should say it’s our home now.”

Emanuele’s home? Isabella was surprised. She had assumed that Emanuele lived in the mansion with Leo and the others. She didn’t expect him to have his own place. But given Emanuele’s wealth and ownership numerous houses in Chicago, he probably rotated residences every few days.

Isabella gazed at the unfamiliar landscape outside the window while picturing what Emanuele’s house might look like. She thought it would be similar to her high-end apartment.

Soon, they arrived at a luxurious apartment building, evident from the number of security personnel guarding it. It seemed like there were many people who wanted Emanuele dead.

After exiting the car, they made their way to the elevator. Isabella’s heart settled slightly when she saw Tony and Harry guarding it. At least, she wasn’t alone.

Emanuele pressed the elevator button, and they stepped inside. When the elevator door opened, Isabella was surprised by the opulent interior of the apartment.

The entire layout was stylish and luxurious, featuring glass, chrome, and dark gray furniture. It was simple but clearly expensive.

The living room was enormous, with gray leather sofas and numerous gaming devices. There was even a glass sculpture of Hades and his three-headed hunting dogs.

The God of the Underworld, Isabella wasn’t surprised that Emanuele admired him.

“Come on, let’s see our room,” Emanuele went up the stairs. “Your luggage has been moved too.”

Isabella didn’t expect Emanuele to act so quickly. Did this mean that she would be staying here from now on?

“I thought you’d be living in the mansion,” she said. It was so spacious, with multiple rooms, like a dressing room, study, and game room.

“I don’t want my parents to hear me banging you,” Emanuele replied.

Isabella clenched her fists, shocked by his audacity. She had wanted to stab him in the back during that moment, as it was the perfect opportunity with his vulnerable back turned towards her. But she decided not to do it.

Isabella followed Emanuele upstairs, passing several closed rooms, until they reached the master bedroom. It was even larger than her previous room, dominated by a king-sized bed covered in dark gray silk.

The room was entirely in shades of gray, creating a subdued and somber atmosphere that aligned perfectly with Emanuele’s personality.

Isabella turned to Emanuele and watched as he removed his bowtie and started taking off his clothes.

“Emanuele, we need to have a conversation. You need to tell me what all of this means. Last week, you took me and then discarded me like trash. And now, you’ve picked me up again? Emanuele, I hate you!”

“That’s alright, as long as your body honestly submits to me,” Emanuele replied, taking off his suit pants to reveal his boxer briefs.

Isabella’s words of inquiry were swiftly replaced by shock. This was the first time she had calmly observed Emanuele’s naked body. The last time had been too chaotic, and she had been in a state of shock and fear, unable to take in the details.

Now, as Emanuele approached her, Isabella clearly saw every muscle in his body under the ambient light. His body exuded a powerful and wild aura. Isabella felt Emanuele’s growing confidence. She couldn’t help but lower her gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes. However, the corner of her eye couldn’t help but catch glimpses of his well-defined abdominal muscles, prominent chest, and strong, lean legs that were pulsing with energy.

Emanuele had reached Isabella by now. He touched her hair and spoke softly, “Isabella, I’m now grateful I didn’t let you marry Clark. That way, you can stay by my side and fulfill all the duties of a wife.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Isabella immediately looked up at Emanuele, attempting to appear more proud. She raised her chin and held her head high; she didn’t want to lose to him.

“What are the duties of a wife?”

She used to be just an ordinary person. Ever since she unintentionally entered the world of the Mafia, she had to play the role of a Mafia princess, carrying out the responsibilities that came with it.

Now, being married to Emanuele, she had become the Mafia queen, and it meant taking on even more Mafia responsibilities.

The rules were suffocating, and Isabella felt weary.

Being an ordinary person seemed much better. Going to work diligently every day, earning a living, and spending weekends with friends, free from these troubles.

“As long as I want, you’ll accompany me to social events, and in the bedroom, you’ll be ready for me at any time,” Emanuele’s powerful arms wrapped around Isabella’s waist, pulling her close.

With fewer layers of clothing between them, Isabella could better feel Emanuele’s physique. His muscles pressed firmly against her abdomen, as hard as stone, radiating intense heat.

Isabella restrained her nervous emotions and stared into Emanuele’s eyes. “When you put it that way, it seems like nothing has changed between us.”

In a way, it did make her feel more at ease, just like it used to be.

Isabella pushed Emanuele away and walked toward the closet. Her luggage had been brought over and neatly arranged, but in this bedroom, which was the same size as her previous one, she noticed her clothes occupied only a small corner.

Emanuele, on the other hand, had a wardrobe full of almost identical outfits. However, he truly had a lot of clothes.

“Perhaps I should have more clothes,” Isabella said as she looked into the wardrobe. “At least enough to fill half of this closet with my clothes.”

She reached to unzip her wedding dress, struggling a bit. Damn, it was hard to take off.

The sound of running water started from the shower. Isabella thought Emanuele was already showering. But then, his hands rested on her wedding dress’s zipper, and she heard his low, seductive voice close to her ear, “What kind of clothes are you planning to buy?”

“Many, many clothes. At least enough to occupy half of this closet,” Isabella replied with a light laugh. Her perspective had shifted after today. She was no longer the helpless girl who feared the mafia boss. She was now the mafia queen, and she was adapting quickly.

“What did you do with the money I transferred to you earlier?” Emanuele suddenly asked.