Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Karen finally understood what it felt like to take care of someone. Early in the morning, she followed the chef’s instructions and made a sandwich to take to the hospital for Emanuele. Though it was her first time, the sandwich looked impeccable. However, when Emanuele saw it, he furrowed his brow and said, “Looks terrible. I can’t eat this.”

“Emanuele, I woke up early to make this for you. Just try a bite,” Karen pleaded.

“No matter how hard you worked on this sandwich, it’s not my concern. I don’t want to eat it,” Emanuele replied. He then asked her to buy a cup of black coffee and a croissant from a nearby café.

Karen was furious. She had put in so much effort to make a good sandwich, even failing a few times before achieving success, only to find that Emanuele was unappreciative. Infuriating! Despite her fondness for Emanuele, as a Bratva princess, these tasks were typically handled by household staff, not her. But for Emanuele, she had to do it. She was exasperated that despite all her efforts, Emanuele remained ungrateful.

Nevertheless, no matter how angry she felt, Emanuele was someone she cared for, and in the face of her affection for him, Karen found herself capable of forgiveness.

“Fine, I’ll go buy it for you,” Karen said before leaving. As she walked away, Emanuele’s gaze was filled with mockery.

Phillip nearly burst out laughing. “Boss, is this how you treat Miss Reid? After all, she’s a Bratva princess.”

“I’m not treating her poorly. She will continue to like me. Besides, lying in a hospital bed, I can’t do much. Passing the time with something is fine,” Emanuele responded.

Phillip was unsure whether to praise or criticize his boss. Emanuele’s actions could be seen as malicious, aiming to disappoint and hurt Miss Reid. Nevertheless, mistreating a young woman made him uneasy. However, there must be a reason for the boss’s behavior, so as his assistant, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

Karen returned with breakfast, presenting it to Emanuele with a radiant smile. “Emanuele, this breakfast should suit your taste.”

Although her mood was not great, she made an effort to restrain herself. She believed that with a little more tenderness, she could surely win over Emanuele. With Isabella absent from Chicago, she felt she had to work harder to impress Emanuele. She thought that if she could move him, he might divorce Isabella and choose to be with her.

Emanuele took the breakfast from Karen and leisurely began eating while reading the newspaper. Despite his injuries, the crisis had temporarily subsided, and he was enjoying a rare moment of leisure. Karen quietly watched him eat, admitting to herself that Emanuele was quite handsome, even while having breakfast.

“Emanuele, is it good?” she asked.

Emanuele nodded without looking up. “How are you feeling now? Any better?”

“Can’t you see?” Emanuele glanced at Karen, finding her question somewhat odd.

Unexpectedly, Emanuele’s impatience made Karen feel a bit aggrieved. “I can see, but I don’t know if you’re in pain or not. If so, I can call our family doctor; he’s very skilled. He’s dealt with my father and brother’s injuries before.”

She never had this level of patience with others, but because she liked Emanuele, she forced herself to be patient with him. “No need, I have my own doctor,” Emanuele replied. “Please turn on the TV. I want to watch something.”

Karen turned on the television. With his injuries yet to heal, Emanuele was unable to move freely. Any exertion might cause his wounds to reopen. Formerly, he might have disregarded his injuries, believing in his body’s strong self-healing capabilities. But now, thinking of Isabella, who had been separated from him for a long time and was eager to see him, he knew he had to recover as quickly as possible. He had to obediently follow the doctor’s advice and stay in bed, avoiding aggravating his injuries.

Emanuele seldom watched television. Apart from the news, he found little interest in it. However, to alleviate the boredom, he asked Karen to put on Isabella’s favorite variety show.

Karen found it strange. “Isn’t this something women like to watch? Emanuele, do you enjoy it too?”

“Yes, I do,” Emanuele replied, watching the TV with a blank expression.

Phillip found it hard not to laugh. Wasn’t this the variety show his wife loved to watch? Previously, the boss had complained to him that Isabella liked a show with a man who was completely different from him, which made him uncomfortable. But now, Emanuele was watching the same show. He watched Emanuele calmly and couldn’t help but think about how much the boss had changed for his wife.

At that moment, Emanuele’s phone rang. After glancing at it, he told Karen, “Please leave for a moment.”

Karen was puzzled. “Why do I need to leave? The room is big enough; I won’t disturb you.”

Emanuele immediately signaled to Phillip. Phillip then told Karen, “Miss Reid, please step outside.”

Damn it! Karen couldn’t help but curse inwardly. What was Emanuele up to? Did he really see her as a maid? When he needed her, he ordered her around, but when he didn’t, he wanted her to leave?

Karen was extremely angry. She was a Bratva princess! Anyone who saw her should show respect. Her intention in taking care of Emanuele was to grow closer to him and build a relationship. Who would have thought that Emanuele would actually treat her like a maid to be bossed around?Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Emanuele, if you need to take a call, just take it. Why do you need to ask me to leave?”

“You’re here to take care of me, not to get in my way. If you don’t leave, then you might as well go back to Russia,” Emanuele said.

Karen’s breathing became rapid with anger, but because it was Emanuele, she had to endure it. So, Karen turned and left. She liked Emanuele, and now that he was so severely injured, she shouldn’t argue with him.

After Karen left, Emanuele answered Isabella’s call. His demeanor with her was very different from how he had been with Karen just moments before.

Phillip had to marvel at how dramatically his boss’s emotions could change.