Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Grazia actually felt very sorry for Emanuele. Without his father, Emanuele is now single-handedly supporting the Chicago Mafia. She knew that Emanuele was under a lot of pressure, but she couldn’t provide any help to him. Protecting herself, not letting Emanuele be distracted to protect her, Grazia knew that this was the biggest help she could give Emanuele. Of course, Grazia thought that she would also try to talk to Rocco and ask him to help Emanuele more.

The next day, Grazia asked Isabella to accompany her to see Andrew. The weather was not very good today, it was cloudy, and there were not many people in the cemetery. Grazia arrived with a bouquet of white flowers, placed them in front of Andrew’s grave, and smiled as she looked at Andrew’s tombstone, saying, “Andrew, I’m sorry it took me so long to come see you. I don’t know how you’re doing in heaven, it should be better than on earth. I really miss you, sometimes I dream of you. Now, my life is very good. I’m married, have a loving husband, and a lively and cute child. Andrew, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing well now, I hope you are happy in another world too.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Isabella stood by and watched Grazia, wiping away her tears as she spoke, feeling sad herself. She had a good impression of Andrew. At that time, she had just entered the world of the Mafia, like a startled rabbit, full of fear about the world around her. It was Andrew who comforted her at that time, telling her how to face and deal with things. In the end, something like that happened to Andrew, and she was also sad about it. Such a good person ended up dying so tragically. Grazia cried for a while, and Isabella comforted her, waiting until Grazia calmed down before they left the cemetery.

“I can only visit Andrew once a year from now on, I hope Andrew doesn’t blame me.” Grazia wiped her tears, feeling very painful inside. Her marriage with Rocco was very happy and fulfilling, with a cute child, it was all true. But she still missed Andrew, the happiness she had with him was the same. “It’s okay, Grazia, if you miss him, you can tell me. If I have time, I will come over and show you Andrew through video, as if you were seeing him.” “Okay, thank you, Isabella.”

Grazia originally wanted to wait for Emanuele to come back and see him before leaving, but Emanuele’s mission suddenly became delayed. Originally said to be a week, but after a week, two days had passed, and Emanuele was still not seen. The news Emanuele got from Phillip was that he was still dealing with those things and not done so quickly. Isabella had to continue waiting. But Grazia couldn’t wait any longer, and she took her child back to Italy. Isabella moved back into the apartment, feeling that the apartment was more suitable for her than the mansion.

That day, Isabella was studying via video when she received a message from Jessie. Isabella was a little surprised as to why Jessie would message her. When she opened the message, Jessie said, “I’m sorry, Isabella, I messed everything up. I didn’t know they would drug the drinks, after the party with Emanuele, I passed out and woke up to find myself in bed with Emanuele.” Jessie also sent her a photo showing Emanuele’s naked body.

Just seeing that one picture shocked Isabella, she couldn’t hold her phone and it fell to the ground. The image of that photo was etched in Isabella’s mind. The photo Jessie took didn’t have a face, only a back view, but Isabella could clearly see the bruises on Emanuele’s back and his figure, making it even more clear to her.

She almost didn’t doubt Jessie showing her a fake photo, so when she saw the photo, she felt like she had been struck by lightning, shaking all over with a feeling of pain spreading rapidly.

Why did this happen? Isabella couldn’t understand. She trusted Emanuele so much, believed that Emanuele and Jessie were just on a mission, a fake couple, but in the end, why did they end up sleeping together?

Isabella wanted to cry….

Emanuele regained consciousness, feeling his head heavy and dizzy, remembering what happened before he passed out. At that time, their task was completed, and Jessie said she wanted to celebrate with him. Emanuele wanted to refuse, but Jessie pleaded with him, saying they needed to discuss the distribution of benefits. Emanuele thought for a moment and agreed. Little did he know, after dinner and drinks, his head became heavier and heavier, until he completely passed out.

Because he was in Europe for the mission, he didn’t have many guards around him to avoid suspicion and when he woke up, he rubbed his head and felt doomed. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Emanuele thought, did Jessie trick him? Looking down at his clothes and seeing Jessie half-naked beside him, wrapped in a blanket, smoking with a seductive look, Emanuele felt his scalp tingle.

“Emanuele, you’re awake?” Jessie greeted him, her voice tinged with a bit of sexy laziness.

But the next moment, Emanuele grabbed her by the neck, squeezing tightly, as if to strangle her. Jessie never expected Emanuele’s reaction to be so extreme, feeling like her neck was about to be broken. He was gripping so hard she could even hear the bones in her neck, with that suffocating sensation overwhelming her. Due to lack of oxygen, her consciousness gradually became fuzzy. “Emanuele, stop, you can’t kill me. If you do, my men won’t let you off.” Jessie struggled to utter those words. Emanuele heard Jessie’s words, hesitated for a moment, then released her. He truly wanted to kill Jessie, and didn’t want to consider the consequences anymore. But then Emanuele suddenly thought of Isabella. He wasn’t afraid of dying, but Isabella must be terrified. If he really killed Jessie, New York City would become an enemy of Chicago, and Isabella would be in danger. He didn’t want Isabella to face a life-threatening situation again. But thinking about how Jessie had deceived him, Emanuele was extremely angry. He felt he couldn’t easily let Jessie off. Even if she didn’t pay with her life, she had to pay some other price.