Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Seeing the atmosphere turn very sad, Grazia immediately said, “Isabella, regardless, congratulations on you and Emanuele getting your lives back on track. Let’s raise a glass!” She lifted her glass and clinked it with Isabella’s. Isabella also managed to conceal her sadness and clinked glasses with Grazia. However, deep down, she still felt sorrow for the loss of her daughter. She seemed to have recovered, as if nothing had happened, but only she knew that she hadn’t truly moved on. Many times, she still dreamt of her daughter, a girl who looked like her and Emanuele, like an angel. Every time Isabella woke from these dreams, her heart ached. Everything felt so unreal. But she never told anyone because she knew it could be anyone’s fault, or no one’s at all. The fundamental reason was that as a mother, she had failed to protect her child, and the bad people had succeeded. So, she couldn’t bring it up to anyone. Sharing it with those close to her would only burden them with guilt. Isabella knew it wouldn’t benefit them.

In the evening, Isabella and Emanuele went to their room to rest. Emanuele hugged Isabella. “Isabella, Grazia’s child is so lovely. It makes me want to have our own child.” He thought, Isabella is so beautiful, and I am handsome. Our child would be wonderful. Mainly, Grazia’s words did make sense; it seemed like Isabella hadn’t fully moved on from the shadow of losing her child. You have to rise from where you fall to truly overcome difficulties. Emanuele thought that if Isabella became pregnant again and had a child, she might overcome her psychological shadow. This time, he would definitely protect Isabella.

Hearing Emanuele, Isabella immediately shook her head. “No, Emanuele, I… I’m not ready now. I don’t want to have a child.”

Hearing Isabella’s words, Emanuele furrowed his brow tightly, reaching out and grasping Isabella’s shoulder. “Isabella, you have to believe me and believe in yourself. It’s been so long now, and I know you are still immersed in pain. I am in pain too, but our daughter is in heaven. She wouldn’t want to see us in such pain.” Emanuele’s voice was hoarse, conveying a sense of heaviness. Seeing Isabella unwilling to face reality, Emanuele felt troubled too. The pain of losing their daughter was one thing, but seeing Isabella immersed in pain was another. These two things were like stones pressing on Emanuele, making him feel even sadder.

Isabella knew Emanuele was very sad. She consoled him, “Emanuele, you don’t have to be sad. I now realize that this has nothing to do with you. You tried hard to protect me and our daughter. It’s my fault for not being careful about what I ate.” She felt she was to blame. Seeing Isabella calmly taking all the blame upon herself, Emanuele shook his head. “No, Isabella, this has nothing to do with you. Please don’t blame yourself like this.”

Isabella smiled, “I’m fine. I just need time to process, maybe several years. Emanuele, let’s have a child when I’m ready.” Seeing a smile on Isabella’s sorrowful face, Emanuele felt his heart breaking. Isabella was too good; she was ten years younger than him, a girl who had recently graduated and had always lived in a simple world. When she was dragged into the world of the mafia, she didn’t blame him but worked hard to live with him. The child’s loss was his greatest responsibility. But Isabella still attributed the responsibility to herself. Why was this girl so foolish? Emanuele didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He hugged Isabella and kissed her lips.

At this point, Isabella didn’t want to discuss this with Emanuele either, letting him kiss her warmly, and she responded passionately. They knew that at this time, words were pale, only actions could prove their love. Emanuele kissed Isabella until she couldn’t breathe, then he let her go. He also started to undress Isabella, throwing her onto the bed. The fiery kisses burned on Isabella’s body. Isabella held Emanuele, moaning, feeling her body becoming more and more sensitive. In the end, they came together. This time, Emanuele didn’t tease Isabella as before, and Isabella didn’t tease Emanuele. They loved each other passionately, like two mad people. Isabella felt Emanuele was more passionate than usual, as if he wanted to devour her. Even though she was exhausted, E, Emanuele didn’t let go of her. Eventually, both of them grew tired, and Emanuele held her as they fell asleep. At that moment, Isabella felt as if she had been soaked in water, her hair damp. Emanuele caressed Isabella’s hair, “Isabella, I love you. I hope we can always be together.”

“I love you too, Emanuele.” Emanuele looked down at Isabella’s belly. Because Isabella was concerned, he didn’t release inside her. However, he still wished for Isabella to have a child, but he knew it wasn’t the time. Isabella wasn’t ready. If he did that, Isabella would lose it. She had already suffered so much psychological trauma, and he didn’t want to hurt her further. At this moment, Isabella lay in Emanuele’s arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Watching Isabella’s peaceful sleeping face, Emanuele kept staring, even though he was tired and didn’t want to sleep so soon. He wanted to look at Isabella a little longer. His woman was so understanding and considerate. Choosing to marry Isabella was the best decision he had ever made. But did she think the same? If she hadn’t married him, she wouldn’t have had to endure so much pain. Thinking of this, Emanuele felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t dare to ask Isabella about this.

Emanuele, when did you become such a coward?Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.