In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 112: He's Deeply Affected by Her

Emanuele's sudden anger frightened Isabella. She always knew about his temper. But their close interactions sometimes made Isabella forget his ruthless side.

She remembered their first date after getting married, where they went to a restaurant. A man had cast some malicious glances her way, and Emanuele had walked right up to him, ending his life. The memory was horrific and haunted her dreams.

With Chloe being unkind to her now, Isabella feared if Emanuele might kill Chloe as he did with the man. She detested Chloe but wished to handle things her way, without resorting to Emanuele's violent means.

"Chloe's my cousin. I'll handle this," Isabella stated.

Emanuele stared sharply at Isabella, trying to see through her. He eventually said, "Then you better not disappoint me. Isabella, act like the queen of the mafia. They should fear you, not bully you."

"Understood."

After applying ice to her face, Isabella wondered if this man, sometimes tender, could love her. But she quickly dismissed the thought. She couldn't afford to fall in love in this game they played. Winning required keeping emotions at bay.

Emanuele assisted Isabella despite her insistence she could do it herself, observing her wounds closely. Her face was even more swollen than before. Wasn't it painful? Isabella seemed to be lying. "This is the last time," Emanuele suddenly warned. Then, holding Isabella in his arms, he spoke sternly, startling her.

"What do you mean?"

"If you can't handle her, if you can't stop her from offending you, I'll kill her next time," Emanuele declared.

Emanuele's merciless words caused Isabella's heart to race with nervousness. He casually spoke about murder. Yet, when Emanuele mentioned killing Chloe for her offenses, Isabella recalled the afternoon scene in the study.

Maybe Emanuele and Chloe weren't as intimate as Chloe had claimed.

"Do you dislike Chloe?" Isabella gathered her courage and asked. Emanuele paused for a moment. "Why should I like her?"

Recalling the disgusting scene from the afternoon, he admitted that if Chloe wasn't Isabella's cousin, she'd have been dead by now. He didn't hold Chloe in high regard. But having married Isabella, he needed to respect her. This realization brought Isabella some relief. Emanuele wasn't a man who judged based on appearances; he wasn't shallow.

"She's beautiful, has a great figure, and is a real lady. Don't you like that kind?" Isabella thought about Chloe's sarcasm, saying she was fat and ugly, unable to fit into her clothes. She looked at her own figure; she wasn't really overweight, just curvy. But Chloe's taunts shattered Isabella's self-esteem. Perhaps, as Chloe had said, she was indeed fat and ugly.

Emanuele didn't know what Isabella was thinking, but he felt a sense of déjà vu as if she was going to introduce Chloe to him, like in the past when she tried to introduce her to him. Emanuele chuckled, but his eyes remained icy, ready to kill.

Isabella couldn't look at Emanuele. She didn't understand why his moods were so unstable, sometimes getting angry for no reason.

"Isabella, why are you asking me this now? Do you still want to introduce Chloe to me?" Emanuele asked as he gently touched Isabella's cheek. He'd just finished applying ice to her face, and her swelling had reduced somewhat. He couldn't help but caress her.

The feel of her soft skin was comforting. Emanuele's warmth began to converge towards a certain part of his lower body.

"No, that's not what I meant," Isabella hurried to explain. She couldn't understand why Emanuele had interpreted it that way. They were already married, and she was his wife. Why would she introduce other women to him? Did he think she was crazy? She wasn't that open-minded.

"I just thought that I don't have a great figure. Why did you choose me?" Isabella questioned.

"Your figure isn't great?" Emanuele reached his hand towards Isabella's chest and began to knead it. The soft sensation made him feel extremely comfortable, and the heat in his body started moving downwards.

"Isabella, you must be misunderstanding what 'not having a great figure' means. If you don't have a great figure, then there's no such thing as having a great figure in the world."

Emanuele held Isabella tightly in his arms, his hands roving over her body, disheveling her clothes, and venturing beneath her dress.

Under Emanuele's caresses, Isabella quickly grew soft. She couldn't help but pant and move her body, hoping for more from Emanuele. But suddenly, Emanuele stopped, leaving her unsatisfied. Isabella's body ached for more, and she looked at Emanuele with a longing gaze, hoping for his touch.

"Don't stop, please," she pleaded.

However, instead of resuming, Emanuele asked her, "Isabella, tell me, why did I choose you?"

"Because..." Isabella wanted to say he liked her, but he had told her earlier that it was just a game between them, that he was playing with her, and he certainly didn't like her. She couldn't say she liked him; that would only embarrass her.

He didn't like her, but it seemed like he enjoyed being intimate with her. After a moment's thought, Isabella replied, "You want to find a woman to sleep with."

Upon hearing her words, Emanuele let out a cold laugh and released Isabella. "If that's what you think, then I won't be with you anymore. I can find much prettier women. Why should I sleep with you?" Emanuele was extremely angry at this moment. He realized that in her heart, being with him was merely about finding someone to sleep with. Did she really think that being a casual bed partner could make her the queen of the mafia?

Although during this period, Emanuele didn't want Isabella to know his true feelings very much, when she misunderstood him in this way, it caused great pain in his heart. He shouldn't feel pain for emotions. Love was the last thing a person like him needed. However, he was unexpectedly deeply affected by love now.

This made him feel a sense of danger. Anyone who could influence him should not exist in this world.