Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele was very worried that Isabella would hurt herself, so even though he desperately wanted to embrace her, he had to take a step back and let Isabella calm down.

“Get out, I don’t want to see you, just leave!” Isabella yelled at Emanuele.

She felt like she couldn’t calm down at all.

Seeing Isabella in such a frenzied state, Emanuele felt heartbroken. He wasn’t angry because he knew that it was all because of him that Isabella had become like this.

So, he became even sadder and more sorrowful.

“Isabella, please, calm down. I’m sorry, I’ve let you down. Please don’t be sad because of me, okay? How about this, I’ll give you a few days to cool off. I won’t come see you during these days. Please give me a chance to collect evidence and prove myself.”

Upon hearing Emanuele’s words, Isabella found them somewhat laughable. What he said was completely different from what Jessie had told her. Who should she believe?This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

But even if what Emanuele said was true, she actually wanted a divorce from Emanuele. It wasn’t out of anger, but because she was truly exhausted.

Afraid of causing Isabella more distress, afraid that her emotions would get too out of hand and harm her, Emanuele immediately left.

The room was left with Isabella alone again. Isabella glanced at the time, realizing it was already past five in the morning.

After a hazy sleep, her emotions running high and feeling tired, her mind was surprisingly clear. Despite wanting to sleep more, she knew she couldn’t.

Isabella felt truly exhausted. She didn’t know what to make of her marriage with Emanuele.

Ordinary marriages were supposed to be happy and fulfilling. She and Emanuele did love each other, but why was it so difficult?

Isabella knew that no matter how much she tried, the end result would be the same. Perhaps it was better to part ways with Emanuele sooner rather than later.

True to his words, the next day, when Isabella came downstairs, Emanuele’s presence was nowhere to be found. Only Tony and the others looked at her with concern.

Ariel, seeing Isabella come down from upstairs, was pleased. “Madam, I’ve prepared breakfast for you – hot milk, a sandwich, and a fried egg. I hope you’ll like it.”

Isabella nodded, thanking her. She sat at the table, finished her breakfast, watched a variety show for a while, then called Evelyn.

“Evelyn, let’s go out shopping.”

It happened to be the weekend, and Evelyn was off work. “Sure, Isabella, where should we go?”

They set a time and place, and Isabella went back to her room to change clothes.

Tony and Harry kept observing Isabella’s emotional state.

“I think the madam’s mood is stable, she seems fine,” Harry remarked, his thoughts simple, based on external expressions.

“That may not necessarily be the case. Last night, the boss came back, and they had a fierce argument in the room. He left, entrusting us to take care of the madam. Said he wouldn’t be back for a few days,” Tony shared.

Harry, upon hearing this, fell into contemplation. They hoped Isabella and the boss would reconcile. If they did, their lives as subordinates would be much better.

Meanwhile, Ariel chimed in slowly, “I feel the madam’s spirits are low. She wants to go shopping. Keep a close eye on her. A woman in such distress, could it be because the boss cheated?”

She didn’t want to make such assumptions, but with the intense argument between Isabella and Emanuele last night, there must have been some relationship problems.

Ariel recalled the boss going to Europe with Jessie on a mission. She didn’t know what kind of mission it was, but a man and a woman being together for so long might lead to some issues.

“Shut up, Ariel. You don’t understand at all. The boss is not that kind of person. He loves the madam,” Harry quickly defended.

While for people in the mafia, women were often treated as toys and easily replaced, there were those who were deeply devoted, like the boss.

They believed in the strong bond between the boss and Isabella, how the boss would sacrifice everything for her. Why would Ariel question their relationship?

They thought Ariel was clueless.

Ariel saw they didn’t believe her, but she wasn’t baseless in her assumptions, although she found them unlikely…

But with the intense argument between Isabella and Emanuele, besides emotional conflict, what else could there be?

Isabella went out shopping with Evelyn, who was still beaming. “Isabella, do you know? After relentless efforts, my parents finally approved of James. I feel amazing! Of course, James did great – he’s never let me down.”

Thinking of her long relationship with James, where they rarely ever argued and when they did, James always made concessions, Evelyn knew James loved her. Despite his rough manners and clumsiness in handling things, it didn’t mean he didn’t care.

“Congratulations. So, are you two getting married soon?”

“I don’t want to rush things. At least wait a couple more years of dating,” Evelyn replied.

After her words, she noticed Isabella’s odd expression. “Isabella, what’s wrong? You seem off.”

It had been a while since they hung out, as Evelyn was busy with work. She also knew Emanuele’s sister, Grazia, was visiting, and she wasn’t familiar with her. So, she hadn’t come around to see Isabella.

But seeing Isabella’s current state, something felt off.

“I’m planning to get a divorce from Emanuele,” Isabella confided.

Evelyn felt like lightning had struck her, freezing her in place. “What are you saying? Isabella, haven’t you reconciled with Emanuele? Why are you planning to divorce him again?”

“Yes, we reconciled, but I realized our relationship dynamics aren’t right. Emanuele went to Europe with a woman for a mission, and it seems like they even slept together. I can’t accept this… Of course, Emanuele explained it to me, and I believe him to some extent. But, after thinking about it, I’m just too tired in this relationship. I feel like giving up…”