In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 87: Evelyn and Pippo Together

Before leaving, Emanuele placed a gentle kiss on Isabella's cheek.

"I'll try to make it back for dinner," he said.

Isabella watched Emanuele as he entered the elevator, then returned to the spacious house. She made an effort to appear cheerful, though the past 24 hours hadn't been entirely painful for her.

She didn't despise Emanuele as much as she had imagined she would. Especially when he had entered her body, she had felt an overwhelming desire for him. She longed to melt into him, to let him go deeper and harder. The desires of the body were undeniable.

Now, Isabella turned on her computer and browsed an online shopping site. She looked at the array of beautiful clothes, each more attractive than the last, with prices that she had never dared to hope for. However, her focus wasn't entirely on selecting clothes; she was reflecting on everything that had happened in the past day.

Oh, dear! It had been so crazy, so chaotic. Even now, when she thought back, it felt unbelievable. And when she considered the events of the past seven days, Isabella felt even more overwhelmed. From her intimate encounter with Emanuele to his handing her over to Clark, this period had been tormenting for her. And at the very last moment, Emanuele had replaced Clark and married her. Their relationship had transformed from enemies to reluctant allies, and now... were they actually husband and wife?

It was incredible to Isabella that they had become husband and wife. She raised her hand to look at the diamond ring she now wore. The diamond, the size of a pigeon's egg, sparkled in the light.

Yet, despite their marital status, Isabella was unclear about the true nature of her relationship with Emanuele. He had only married her because he hadn't had enough fun and wanted to keep tormenting her.

But regardless, Isabella was relieved that she hadn't married Clark. Even though Emanuele was a scoundrel, a demon who had caused her pain, at least she had gotten to know him quite well over their time together, hadn't she?

Besides, he had given her a satisfying sexual experience.

Clark, on the other hand, was a mystery to her. She didn't understand what kind of person he was at his core. She was too tired to get to know someone else. And though Emanuele had claimed that he married her to toy with her, he was thirty-two years old, and he hadn't married anyone else, which suggested he didn't treat marriage as a game. Despite having many options, he had chosen to marry her, indicating her importance in his heart.

Lost in her jumbled thoughts, Isabella randomly selected a few pieces of clothing. Suddenly, she realized that buying clothes wasn't very practical. After all, she couldn't leave the house. She definitely couldn't wear these expensive, beautiful clothes at home for Emanuele to see.

Thinking back to the previous night when Emanuele had rudely torn her wedding dress, she had a headache. She didn't want the clothes she had bought to suffer the same fate.

Looking at the clothes on the website, Isabella knew that her wardrobe was going to be a huge project to fill. Emanuele's walk-in closet was enormous, and now she would need to make space for her clothes.

So, Isabella decided to call Grazia.

"Good morning," Grazia's tone was still warm and enthusiastic. "How was your wedding night?"

But before Isabella could respond, Grazia quickly added, "No, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Isabella couldn't help but chuckle. "Grazia, I need your help with something. I need to fill my wardrobe, but it's too big for me to handle."

"This is too simple for me, Isabella. Wait for me; I'll be right over."

"I'm at Emanuele's place."

"No problem, give me thirty minutes."

After ending the call, Isabella thought about Grazia's upcoming visit. She got up and returned to the room. She undressed from her pajamas and put on a casual shirt and gray jeans.

Looking at her slightly messy bedroom, Isabella instinctively started tidying up. She also went to the walk-in closet to organize the watches and belts that had been scattered in the chaos of the previous night. The closet carried Emanuele's distinct cologne scent. Isabella randomly picked up one of his shirts and sniffed it; it was imbued with Emanuele's scent. At this moment, she felt like a madwoman, desperately sniffing the air.

Memories of the wild encounter the previous night between her and Emanuele came rushing back. She recalled how he had held her, pinned her against the glass, and been rough with her. But his rough actions had brought her to orgasm repeatedly, and she had become entrapped in his aggressiveness.

Did he love her? Isabella was startled by her own thoughts. She didn't believe that this was a sign of Emanuele loving her; it was merely a response of his body.

Just as she had found it impossible to resist Emanuele's advances when she despised him the most, her body had responded to his touches, culminating in repeated orgasms. Despite her profound embarrassment, her body's reactions were beyond her control.

Isabella entertained a brief suspicion that Emanuele might have actually fallen in love with her. But soon, she burst into laughter. The idea struck her as utterly absurd.

Emanuele was a man without a heart. How could he possibly love her?

Isabella dismissed these thoughts. She walked downstairs and found Lilly busy in the kitchen, loading dishes into the dishwasher.

"Need any help?" Isabella asked Lilly.

Lilly's presence always brought comfort to her.

"No, dear, just rest," Lilly smiled and ushered Isabella back to the living room.

As she waited for Grazia to arrive, Isabella had nothing to do. So, she decided to make a video call to Evelyn. Since she hadn't been going to work at the hospital, she had mostly been confined to the apartment, afraid of affecting Evelyn and hesitant to meet her in person.

"Isabella, it's been a while. How are you?" Evelyn's voice came through the video call, and it was clear she had been doing well, appearing vibrant.

"I'm fine," Isabella said. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to share her joy with her dear friend. "I got married to Emanuele."

"Oh my God!" Evelyn exclaimed. "You actually married Emanuele! What's going on, Isabella? Doesn't that make you the queen of the mafia?"

"It's a bit complicated. He married me, but it's not because he likes me. Our game isn't entirely over."

"Isabella, I'm really worried about you, but well, Emanuele is the mafia boss. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't have married you. Perhaps he genuinely likes you."

Isabella waved her hand dismissively. "I don't care whether he likes me or not. I just need to maintain the balance in our relationship. I won't lose to him."

"Alright, I wish you a happy marriage. By the way, Isabella, I have some good news to share with you."

"What good news?"

"I've been trying to date Pippo lately!" Evelyn's face had a hint of shyness.

Isabella was taken aback. During her absence from Evelyn's life, Evelyn had apparently started dating Pippo.