Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

As he thought about it, seeing Isabella sad, in tears, and grieving for him, he felt like he deserved to die. How could he let Isabella endure such sadness and humiliation? How could he make Isabella so heartbroken?

He loved Isabella, wanting her to always be happy and content.

But looking at it now, what bad deeds had he done? Emanuele suddenly realized that all of Isabella’s sadness and unhappiness stemmed from him.

This feeling made Emanuele feel worse than death itself.

He didn’t know how long Isabella cried in her room upon learning the truth today, leaving so many tear stains on her face.

Emanuele didn’t sleep, nor did he disturb Isabella. He just sat quietly by her bed, gazing at her, watching her sleep because he knew that once Isabella woke up, he wouldn’t see her peaceful sleeping face anymore.

He didn’t know how to explain or what to say for Isabella to believe him.

So, Emanuele sat by Isabella’s side all night, just staring at her face, his expression filled with a hint of crazy longing. He wanted to reach out and touch Isabella, but he instinctively pulled his hand back.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

He was afraid that if he touched her, Isabella would wake up.

However, Isabella seemed to have dreamed something that made her cry in her sleep.

“Why… Emanuele, why would you hurt me like this? I believed in you so much, supported your career, and you ended up hurting me…” Isabella said intermittently, tears falling, even though she was still half asleep. Clearly, due to extreme sadness, she was crying even in her dreams.

Seeing Isabella like this broke Emanuele’s heart. He couldn’t bear to see Isabella cry like this, so he immediately held her tightly in his arms.

He said to Isabella, “Isabella, wake up, don’t sleep.”

Although he didn’t want to disturb Isabella’s rest, seeing her cry in her sleep, he felt so heartbroken that he woke her up immediately.

Isabella had just fallen asleep, but she had a dream. She dreamt that Emanuele was in bed with Jessie, and he was really enjoying it. No matter how much Isabella tried to call out to Emanuele in the dream, he seemed not to hear her, even praising Jessie’s figure and saying this mustn’t reach Isabella’s ears.

So, she couldn’t help but cry, expressing her disbelief at being betrayed after trusting Emanuele.

Later, she was shaken awake, tears wet on her face, a bit cold, filled with a sense of sadness.

Isabella, taken aback, didn’t expect to cry in her sleep.

When she opened her eyes and saw Emanuele, her sadness vanished instantly, replaced by coldness.

Looking at Emanuele, she asked, “Why are you here?”

Just seeing Emanuele made her heart ache, making it hard for her to breathe.

Emanuele, seeing Isabella’s icy expression, immediately said, “Isabella, I’m sorry, listen to my explanation. Jessie framed me, I have no relationship with her.”

“No relationship? I find it hard to believe that the formidable Chicago Mafia boss would be captured naked in a photo with Jessie. You and Jessie don’t seem to have an ordinary relationship.”

“She drugged me; when we finished our task that day and were ready to celebrate, she drugged me. Isabella, I let down my guard with her, I admit this mistake. I was wrong. But, I thought our task was over, that we were partners, she wouldn’t dare do anything to me. Little did I know, she actually dared to plot against me…”

“Emanuele, regardless of whether Jessie plotted against you, the fact remains that she succeeded in deceiving you, right? You promised me that you and Jessie were just business partners, but now, you really engaged in it. What should I do?”

Isabella found herself still in Emanuele’s arms, she immediately pushed him away, curling up in a corner, hugging her knees, not wanting any further contact with Emanuele, not even wanting to look at him.

Emanuele, watching Isabella’s cold attitude, realized that she was distancing herself from him. In the past, whenever he came home late at night, even if Isabella was half-asleep, she would subconsciously hold onto him, finding a comfortable spot in his embrace to continue sleeping.

But now, Isabella was avoiding him, refusing his touch. He didn’t know how much pain Isabella was feeling, but in reality, he was also very upset.

Seeing Isabella getting further and further away from him, he didn’t know what to do to earn Isabella’s forgiveness.

His photo with Jessie, naked, was a headache for Emanuele. He figured everyone who saw that picture probably thought he had slept with Jessie.

But the truth was, it hadn’t happened.

Now, Emanuele was truly at a loss on how to explain.

“Isabella, I swear, if I really had relations with Jessie, I’ll go to hell from now on, okay?”

“You’ve killed so many people before, you were already heading to hell,” Isabella smirked coldly.

Just seeing Emanuele reminded her of that bed photo, imagining Emanuele making love to another woman in bed, and remembering the scenes from her dream. Was it like that?

Isabella couldn’t bear to continue thinking about it; she felt she might go crazy if she did.

Seeing that Isabella didn’t even want to listen to his sworn promise, Emanuele couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

He didn’t know what to do.

Taking a deep breath, Emanuele asked Isabella, “Isabella, what should I do for you to believe me?”

“Emanuele, let’s get a divorce,” Isabella thought for a moment and said to Emanuele.

“That’s impossible, I don’t agree.”

“Only through a divorce can I forgive you,” Isabella looked at Emanuele.

In reality, she admitted she loved Emanuele a lot, to the point she believed his explanations.

It was ridiculous, believing explanations without any evidence, and yet, she subconsciously trusted them. Had her love for Emanuele deepened to such an extent?

The more it was, the more Isabella felt she should leave Emanuele. She loved Emanuele too much, fearing that one day, if Emanuele no longer loved her, she would die.

Plus, she couldn’t get pregnant, unable to have children; staying with Emanuele was meaningless, and she felt Jessie was a better match for Emanuele. She could help him, while she felt like a fragile ornament alongside him, only causing him troubles to protect her, with no real use.