Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele kissed Isabella, holding her face in his hands, lightly biting her lips, and dancing with her tongue in her mouth. It had been a long time since he had kissed Isabella so passionately. At that moment, he only wanted to go deeper and deeper, wanting to engulf Isabella within himself. Isabella responded fervently to Emanuele. She had missed the taste of him too much. With their misunderstandings cleared, they embraced and kissed, conveying their longing for each other through their kiss.

Emanuele held Isabella in his arms and then gently laid her down on the hospital bed. Since this was a high-level VIP ward, the room was spacious, and the bed was much larger than usual. It posed no problem for the two of them to lie on it. Emanuele pressed Isabella onto the bed, kissing her and caressing her body, intending to remove her clothes.

However, Isabella stopped him by holding his hand. “No,” she said.

Emanuele looked at Isabella with a hint of confusion in his eyes and hoarsely asked, “Why?”

“Your injuries haven’t fully healed. If we proceed, your wounds will definitely reopen,” she replied. She had already checked Emanuele’s medical records when she first arrived and knew the extent of his injuries. The leg injury was the most difficult to heal, and Emanuele had various other injuries, large and small, that hadn’t completely healed. Any slight exertion could reopen his wounds.

Isabella was deeply concerned about this. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll be careful, and I won’t disturb your wounds,” Emanuele assured her.

“It’s still not okay. Your wounds are quite severe, and they’re still healing. Let’s talk about this later,” Isabella said before struggling out of Emanuele’s embrace.

Emanuele immediately held Isabella. His tall figure and outstretched limbs firmly confined her in his embrace. Feeling enveloped by his presence, Isabella was a bit tense. “What do you want?” she asked. Did Emanuele want to force her?

Seeing Isabella’s worried expression, Emanuele couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. Will you just lie down and sleep with me? It’s been a long time since you returned to Italy, and we haven’t had any intimate contact. I feel a great desire for you, both physically and emotionally. Because of my injuries, there’s very little I can do, but I believe I can at least hold you as we sleep.”

Upon hearing Emanuele’s words, Isabella remained still. In truth, she was quite tired. These past few days had been exhausting for her, filled with a series of ordeals. She felt as though she had been through a lot. She had fallen asleep drunk the day before, and her sleep hadn’t been peaceful, filled with various dreams. Today had been equally taxing. Now that their misunderstandings had been resolved, Isabella felt weary.

Finding a comfortable position in Emanuele’s embrace, Isabella closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. Emanuele held her delicate figure. His tall stature made her appear particularly petite. The faint scent of Isabella’s body reached Emanuele, and as he closed his eyes, his other senses became heightened. His clothing was thin, and he could feel Isabella’s head resting on his chest, her warm breath brushing against him. Further down, her chest softly pressed against his muscular body, a stark contrast to his hardened physique. He cherished this soft, delicate touch.

The more he felt, the more Emanuele felt a burning desire within him, a yearning that surged through him. He began to react. However, Isabella seemed truly exhausted, her even breathing indicating that she had fallen asleep already.

Was she asleep so quickly? Emanuele found it incredible. Watching Isabella’s serene sleeping face, he felt a mix of emotions. Her hands held onto him tightly. Despite her earlier apparent hesitation, her sleeping form revealed her fondness for him.

With these thoughts, Emanuele’s desire for Isabella waned, replaced by a sense of guilt. His heart began to ache. He realized that he had been foolish. What had he done before? He had thought that by not informing Isabella of his situation, she wouldn’t be hurt. However, he had made her worry while she was in Italy and had caused her to misunderstand upon her return. He had deeply hurt her. He felt like a despicable jerk.

Thinking about the torment Isabella had endured during this time, Emanuele felt immense regret. He had once sworn to protect Isabella, to ensure her safety and happiness. Now, he realized that all of Isabella’s pain stemmed from him. He had worked hard to make Chicago safe but had continued to do things that hurt Isabella.

With these thoughts in mind, Emanuele held Isabella even tighter, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep. The two of them slept for a total of two hours before being awakened by a knock at the door. Isabella opened her eyes and was about to get up when she realized that she was firmly held in Emanuele’s embrace.

“Do you want to sleep a little longer?” Emanuele whispered softly into Isabella’s ear, his voice unusually gentle.

Isabella, however, felt that she had already slept enough and got up from Emanuele’s embrace. She adjusted her clothes and then opened the door. Phillip stood at the doorway and said to Emanuele, “Boss, the conference call you scheduled has already begun.”

They had arranged for a conference call in the afternoon, and while Emanuele was recuperating in the hospital, he conducted these meetings with the company’s leadership over the phone.

Unexpectedly, Emanuele was running late today. Everyone else had already gathered in the company’s meeting room, waiting. Phillip had waited for ten minutes but hadn’t seen Emanuele join the call. He couldn’t help but remind Emanuele about the meeting.

Isabella’s opening of the door revealed that Emanuele was still in bed. Phillip, understanding Emanuele instantly, realized that the meeting probably couldn’t proceed. Without waiting for Isabella to call for Emanuele, Phillip said, “Is the boss still resting? Rest is also necessary with such fatigue. I’ll take over this meeting for the boss.”

As Emanuele’s personal assistant, Phillip knew exactly what Emanuele was working on in this meeting. Seeing that Emanuele showed no sign of getting up, and with the other colleagues waiting in the meeting room, Phillip decided to take charge.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying this, Phillip pushed the door and left. Emanuele remained in bed, not looking at him. Instead, Isabella looked at him apologetically.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for the trouble, Phillip,” Isabella said with remorse in her eyes.

“This is part of my job,” Phillip replied with a wry smile.

However, he felt that Emanuele would probably be angry. Not because he was taking over the meeting, but because his knocking had disturbed Emanuele.

Nevertheless, Phillip wasn’t too worried. He believed he hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he had been the one to encourage Emanuele to reconcile with his wife as soon as possible.

The door closed again, and Isabella looked at Emanuele. “Do you still want to sleep?”

“I haven’t slept well,” Emanuele sighed, turning over. “Isabella, come here, and hug me.”