Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Now Emanuele also began to hesitate, should he truly set Isabella free, would she be happier?

After all, when Isabella was with him, he couldn’t guarantee her safety.

Now, being set up when he was on a mission, causing misunderstanding from Isabella.

Although he knew nothing happened between him and Jessie, but with the photos and evidence present, he couldn’t clear his name, how could Isabella believe him?

Actually, upon closer examination, Isabella had experienced a lot after marrying him.

He couldn’t protect her, should he divorce her and let her be free, would Isabella be happier?

But every time he thought about Isabella leaving his world, Emanuele felt incredibly sad.

In his view, Isabella had already fully integrated into his life, becoming one with him.

If Isabella suddenly left him now, Emanuele would feel like his world had turned black and white, perhaps never knowing what happiness felt like again.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Past Emanuele was so cold and ruthless, indifferent to killing, his life existing for the Mafia’s business, even strangers who witnessed his actions might end up dead.

Just like the first time he saw Isabella, back then she was so innocent, even helping him with his wounds, but he was afraid she might reveal something and considered killing her.

Fortunately, he didn’t.

Otherwise, their story wouldn’t have unfolded as it had.

Later on, being with Isabella, Emanuele became more humane.

Not as trigger-happy as before, he also developed empathy and perspective-taking.

He knew that such thoughts were deadly for a Mafia boss.

They had to be ruthless and merciless, killing without hesitation to remain invincible.

To soften, to hesitate, would only put them in more danger.

Especially with someone he cared for.

Yet, Emanuele didn’t regret loving Isabella, though he also realized he couldn’t make her happy.

Unlike before, where he might have considered that even if Isabella didn’t love him, he could keep her by his side forever, even in death.

But now, Emanuele wished for Isabella’s happiness.

In these days, Emanuele hadn’t visited Isabella, and she had started to calm down.

Jessie still occasionally messaged her.

“Isabella, how are you feeling now? If our actions caused problems between you and Emanuele, I’d blame myself.”

“Well, I don’t know what to do, to make up for that, I decided to split the profits with Emanuele. Isabella, I hope this shows my remorse.”

“Actually, I think Emanuele is great, handsome and capable, a real man. Isabella, I think you shouldn’t be mad at him.”

“If I knew Emanuele before, we would have been together for sure. Honestly, he’s very manly.”

Reading Jessie’s last message, Isabella’s scalp tingled, feeling like Jessie was insinuating about Emanuele’s performance in bed.

Did Emanuele really not have any relationship with Jessie? Then why would she say such things?

Was she trying to frame Emanuele? Drive a wedge between her and Emanuele?

At this moment, Isabella’s mind was filled with numerous thoughts, causing her emotions to crumble.

She felt, perhaps Jessie was more suitable for Emanuele, their styles were similar, both being Mafia people, Jessie ruling New York, Emanuele in Chicago, together Emanuele would surely fare better than being with her now.

Emanuele wouldn’t need to worry about protecting her, facing difficulties or needing help, Jessie could assist him.

Though Isabella didn’t know the specifics between Emanuele and Jessie, she still loved Emanuele.

Now, she felt Emanuele being with Jessie would truly be better than being with her.

Thinking this, Isabella felt a wave of sadness.

Being with Emanuele meant facing so many dangers, she was in pain, and Emanuele was in pain.

She locked herself in the apartment, lost in thought, but she knew her resolve to divorce Emanuele had only grown stronger.

Just then, Emanuele returned to the apartment.

It had been four days since they last met, Emanuele thought Isabella would have calmed down in those four days.

But as soon as he appeared, he noticed Isabella’s eyes were filled with distance.

This deeply pained Emanuele.

“Isabella, can’t we not divorce?” Emanuele’s voice choked out.

“Emanuele, but you’ve seen it too, being with you, I’ve been enduring a lot of pain.”

Emanuele’s throat clenched, he knew, knew that being with him, Isabella had gone through many hardships, not just physical pain but mental anguish as well.

Emanuele also wanted to selfishly keep Isabella by his side, but as he saw the sorrow in Isabella’s eyes, he abruptly stopped.

He recalled when he first met Isabella, back then she was as bright as the sun.

No matter how he tormented her, Isabella remained stubborn, unwilling to yield, as if she could never be conquered.

And back then, she didn’t look sad.

Even though at times she was filled with fear, scared, her eyes still held defiance, challenging him to conquer her.

Contrary to her current state.

Her eyes were filled with grief, all that stubbornness from the past had disappeared, as if a diamond had lost its luster, turning into an ordinary stone.

And it was all because of him! Because of him, Isabella had become like this.

These thoughts swirled in Emanuele’s mind, making him feel like a sinful criminal.

Should he continue to keep Isabella by his side?

Emanuele wondered, should he choose to respect Isabella’s thoughts?