Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

No, no, it’s also possible if that person is Emanuele. Whenever Isabella thought of Emanuele, she recalled his cruelty. They had been intimate, but he seemed to treat her like a one-night stand, eagerly ushering her out after it was over.

As Isabella pondered, her breathing became difficult again, and she felt her illness might act up. She took a deep breath, trying to push Emanuele out of her mind. Why should she think of him when he was so heartless? Perhaps he was laughing at her weakness, reveling in his victory in this game!

“Isabella, don’t worry about this; I rarely do such things.” Clark held Isabella’s shoulder. “If you don’t like it, I won’t do it in the future. ” He can have his men handle it.

Watching Isabella gasp and her breathing growing weaker, Clark became worried. “Isabella, are you okay? Should I call a doctor for you?”

Isabella shook her head. “I’m fine. I just want to rest alone for a while.”

“Alright, call me if you need anything,” Clark said.

Isabella nodded. Clark left, and she lay down, closed her eyes, and buried her face in the blanket, trying not to think too much. Since she was destined to marry Clark, did her struggles matter anymore?

Isabella suddenly remembered how she had ended up in this situation before. She didn’t want to enter the world of the Mafia, but she had become deeply entangled, leading to her current state. Her own abilities were too limited, and she couldn’t stop all of this.

Soon, Sophia called her. “Isabella, are you okay? I heard you’re sick.”

Seeing Sophia’s concerned expression on her phone, Isabella’s tears fell again. “Mom, I don’t want to get married. I still want to continue being a doctor. You know, I’ve worked so hard for it.”

In truth, no one knew how much effort she had put into becoming a doctor, not even her mother. When she lived with her uncle and aunt, she had to work while studying, enduring Chloe’s taunts. It was a struggle, and she had come a long way.

But now, everything had vanished, and all her efforts had turned to nothing.

“Isabella, I know you don’t want to marry Clark, but we have no choice now. For your safety, you must marry him. I’m sorry, Isabella, but can you please listen to me one more time? I promise, I won’t make you do things you don’t want to do anymore. If, after things settle down, you still have no feelings for Clark, you can get a divorce, and I’ll support you.”

Seeing Isabella’s sadness, Sophia couldn’t help but shed tears as well. She had met Clark twice and had a brief conversation with him, finding him polite and handsome. Marrying him seemed like a good idea to Sophia, but Isabella clearly disagreed.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Isabella couldn’t bear to see her mother upset; she was her only family now. She mustered her courage and said, “Mom, don’t worry about me. I just need some time to adapt. Don’t worry; I’ll adjust soon. After all, I’ll follow your advice.”

She hung up the phone, stood up, and walked over to the sink. Isabella splashed water on her face, trying to freshen up. Looking at the pale, exhausted girl in the mirror, devoid of vitality, she felt lifeless, like a female ghost.

Be Strong, Isabella encouraged herself internally. This is just a small challenge; if she gets knocked down now, how would she deal with more significant difficulties in the future?

As for Emanuele, after the initial sadness, Isabella’s feelings for him deepened with bitterness. This heartless man had discarded her like a one-night stand after their intimacy. She hated him and wished for him to rot in hell! So why was she torturing herself over such a wretched person?

Suddenly, Isabella felt a sense of clarity. She ran her fingers through her slightly disheveled hair, trying to tidy it up. She applied some makeup to her face and added a touch of lipstick. After these small changes, she finally felt her complexion returning to normal, her eyes shining brightly.

Isabella thought, if Emanuele wanted to torment her this way, he underestimated her. She wouldn’t let herself be crushed by something as minor as this. She believed she could refuse the wedding; no one could force her.

Then, Isabella opened the door and stepped out. It was afternoon, and the sunlight beamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her face. Her hair danced in the sunlight, and her face appeared radiant.

The moment Isabella emerged from her room, Lilly, Clark, Tony, and Harry’s eyes were fixed on her. This was the first time Isabella had voluntarily left her room in days. Previously, she had only come out to eat when Lilly called her.

Seeing that Isabella’s complexion had improved, and her overall state looked much better, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lilly immediately hugged Isabella. “Oh, my sweetie, you look so much better. I knew everything would be alright.”

Isabella’s appearance had been quite distressing a few days ago, and Lilly had been worried. Fortunately, this girl was resilient and had now made a remarkable recovery. Lilly noticed that Isabella had put on makeup and felt that it was a good sign.

“I’m fine, Lilly. I’m a little hungry now. I’d like some pasta, and maybe a Tiramisu and hot cocoa,” Isabella said with a smile. Though her illness was still present, she believed that eating a bit more would help her recover, and she especially craved sweets to lift her spirits.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, just ask, and I’ll do my best to make it for you. Should I roast a few more sausages? How about a fruit salad? You need some extra vitamins,” Lilly suggested, not waiting for Isabella’s response as she immediately started preparing the fruit salad.

At this moment, Isabella noticed that Clark had been gazing at her. She turned to him and expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Clark, for coming to visit me. It has lifted my spirits.”

“You’re welcome, Isabella. I’ll be with you these days until our wedding,” Clark replied, his eyes filled with affection.

However, at that moment, guilt crept into her heart like a thief. She had a plan to call off the wedding at the ceremony in front of the priest, but Clark had been incredibly kind to her. She felt it would hurt him.

“You don’t have to be this good to me, Clark. It’s dangerous here, and they’re targeting me. Your position is so noble, and I’m afraid for your safety.”

“Unless they want to provoke the Canadian Mafia and make me join forces with Emanuele against them, but I think they’ve had enough trouble dealing with Emanuele. They won’t be foolish enough to add another enemy,” Clark reassured her.