In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 125: Chloe's Desperate Plea

Chloe's face looked even more horrifying, with two long scars that appeared to be inflicted by a blade, with dried, coagulated blood creating dark red streaks, making her appear exceptionally frightening. Chloe's arms and legs were covered in wounds, not a single patch of unscathed skin left.

Isabella knew that Chloe was barely clinging to life. The once pampered Chloe, who exuded an air of elegance and wealth, was now reduced to a filthy, ragged appearance, emanating a putrid stench. She seemed like a beggar, and her surroundings resembled a trash heap.

Upon hearing someone approaching, Chloe struggled to lift her head and, upon spotting Isabella, her eyes lit up. She shouted, "Isabella, save me! I'm your cousin, you won't just watch me die, will you?" She was on the brink of insanity. It had been five days since she last ate, surviving solely on water. Weakened to a frightening degree, she didn't want to die; she was still young, wealthy, and hadn't found the right man to marry yet. She refused to meet her end like this.

All of this was because of that wretched Isabella. All she did was hit her once, but Isabella had allowed Emanuele to torment her so ruthlessly. Torture was one thing, but they seemed intent on killing her as well. Chloe had already suffered enough; wasn't this enough to make up for the years of torment she had subjected Isabella to? They should release her.

Isabella approached Chloe, observing her pitiable state and seeing Chloe's desperate desire to survive. Chloe resembled a miserable dog, praying for her master's mercy. At this moment, Isabella realized that she didn't fully understand why she had once feared Chloe.

Chloe was so foolish that, even after learning that Isabella was Emanuele's wife, she dared to strike her. This woman, who was so senseless, had managed to torment her for years, becoming her nightmare. Isabella let out a brief laugh, and Chloe saw a glimmer of hope, thinking that Isabella was in a good mood and would spare her. However, Isabella said, "Chloe, I warned you before when you hit me. Emanuele won't spare you. Do my words matter to you now?"

"Isabella, can you forgive me? I truly regret what I did. Please spare me, I won't bully you again. I'll be your dog if you want."

Chloe just wanted to stay alive; she feared death. She was in excruciating pain all over, to the point where she wanted to bash her head against a wall. However, the desire to survive compelled her to plead with Isabella.

Even though Chloe knew that Emanuele was the one torturing her, she didn't dare to look at him. She had even tried to seduce this man before, but now she realized that he was truly a devil. This woman, he could even be so ruthless towards her. What else was he capable of doing?

Isabella turned to Phillip and said, "Loosen her restraints."

Soon, the ropes binding Chloe were loosened, and she gained temporary freedom. Chloe wanted to approach Isabella, trying to get on her good side. But Isabella took a step back and commanded, "Kneel." Chloe's eyes showed a hint of anger. How dare this wench ask her to kneel?

But then, Emanuele suddenly pulled out a handgun, causing Chloe to change her demeanor. She knelt in front of Isabella, trembling.

"I'm sorry, Isabella, please forgive me," the desperation to survive compelled her to kneel, despite the excruciating pain this action caused due to her injuries.

"Admit what you've done to me," Isabella continued to command.

Emanuele gazed at Isabella with eyes as fiery as the sun, feeling that this woman was becoming more and more like him. Her tone now sounded just like his own. It was fantastic; she was gradually evolving into a true Mafia queen. And in front of her, Chloe was nothing more than a pile of rubbish.

"I hurt you..." Chloe carefully spoke, her voice trembling.

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

Emanuele loaded his gun, an action that immediately shifted Chloe's disposition about lying.

"It made me feel powerful, having control over you. I enjoyed that feeling."

All of Chloe's extreme cruelty had led to her suffering, physically and mentally, for over a decade. If she hadn't been so resilient, she might have been driven insane.

At this moment, feelings of hatred and anger swirled within Isabella's heart, giving her a newfound desire for revenge. Isabella reached for the gun that Emanuele handed her.

She aimed the gun at Chloe and said, "Now, beg for my forgiveness."

"Isabella, I'm so sorry. I genuinely regret what I did to you. Please forgive me!" Chloe was terrified, trembling, her voice pleading.

However, Isabella had no intention of sparing her.

In the next instant, Isabella pulled the trigger. A bullet shot from the barrel and hit Chloe in the forehead. Accompanied by Chloe's screams, blood gushed out, and then there was no more movement. Isabella handed the gun back to Emanuele and turned to leave. Emanuele stayed behind. Isabella heard the sound of a gunshot from behind, indicating that Emanuele was emptying his gun.

It was over; everything was over. Isabella felt an emptiness inside her, as if something that had been oppressing her had vanished at that moment.

But she still felt somewhat unsteady, her body trembling. She walked out of the dungeon and found an empty office. Sitting in the chair, Isabella retrieved the estazolam from her bag. It was her lifeline; whenever her emotions became unstable, she had to take the medication.

Even though Chloe was now dead, along with all the threats, oppression, and pain she had brought her over the years, Isabella's emotions still felt a bit out of control. She shook as she tried to open the bottle, but her strength was too feeble, and she couldn't twist off the cap.

At that moment, a hand reached over, snatching the medication from her. Isabella looked up to see Emanuele.

Emanuele opened the bottle and handed her a pill. Their gazes met in the air, and though they didn't speak, Emanuele's eyes were exceptionally profound, like the vast, tranquil sea or the sky. In that moment, Isabella regained her strength from him.

Isabella no longer trembled, and her emotions became somewhat more stable. Then she told Emanuele, "I don't need it."

Emanuele's strength was so overwhelming that Isabella's anxiety disappeared in an instant. Isabella felt a sense of astonishment.

Once, she believed that her anxiety all stemmed from Emanuele. His overpowering presence triggered her claustrophobia time and time again, forcing her to take medication to ease it. But now, it was also him who suppressed her anxiety with his calm aura.

After hearing Isabella's words, a faint smile curled on Emanuele's lips. He pressed Isabella against the wall and kissed her fiercely on the lips. Even though they hadn't exchanged any words, Emanuele knew that it was his presence that had stabilized Isabella's emotions. He had the power to soothe her, and it made Emanuele exceptionally proud, igniting excitement in his body.