Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele was injured but deceived Isabella, preventing her from returning to Chicago. By his side was Karen, who harbored feelings for him.

At this moment, Emanuele and Karen were sitting on a bench downstairs, basking in the sun. Handsome and beautiful, they seemed as if they were part of a beautiful painting, so beautiful that it made Isabella envious.

However, Isabella was Emanuele’s wife, not Karen.

Why, at Emanuele’s most vulnerable moment, was it Karen who accompanied him? Why wouldn’t Emanuele tell her about his injury? Why was Karen by Emanuele’s side? He clearly knew Karen liked him, so why the intimate contact with her?

Isabella had many thoughts swirling in her mind, making her want to fiercely question Emanuele about it.

Emanuele looked at Isabella, feeling a sense of panic.

“Why is Isabella here? Did someone tell her?” he wondered. But no, his subordinates followed his orders; they wouldn’t casually speak without his permission.

Unable to restrain himself, Emanuele glanced at Tony and Harry standing behind Isabella. As soon as they met Emanuele’s gaze, they immediately looked down, pretending not to notice.

Was it them? It didn’t seem likely.

But for now, Emanuele didn’t want to ask about this. He looked at Isabella and said, “Isabella, didn’t we agree? I was supposed to pick you up in Italy. Why did you come back on your own?”

“If I hadn’t come back myself and waited for you to pick me up in Italy, you might have been ready to divorce me and be with Karen,” Isabella said, angry. Her chest heaved with emotion, her heart feeling a twinge of pain.

Perhaps because Emanuele held an incredibly significant place in her heart, she had rushed back in distress upon discovering the hospital background in his video call.

But seeing Emanuele and Karen basking in the sun together, Isabella instantly felt as though she had worried for nothing. She had been so concerned that she hadn’t even rested after getting off the plane, rushing straight to the hospital, only to find Emanuele leisurely enjoying the sun with Karen.

What was this all about? What did she mean in all of this?

“Isabella, listen to my explanation,” Emanuele instinctively wanted to get up, but because of his severely injured knee, when he hurriedly moved, the pain was intense, leaving him with no strength to stand up.

“You don’t need to explain. I understand your thoughts. I just didn’t expect our feelings to fade so quickly,” Isabella said, deeply saddened.

Initially, she had thought that Emanuele hadn’t told her about his injury to spare her worries. Now, it seemed that it was because there was already another woman by his side, so he didn’t need her.

Thinking about this, Isabella felt deeply distressed, as if she had been abandoned.

Isabella looked deeply at Emanuele and then turned and left.

Emanuele wanted to follow Isabella, but his leg was injured and in great pain. He had barely taken a few steps when he aggravated his wound, causing an immediate surge of pain, almost causing him to fall down.

Karen immediately supported Emanuele. “Emanuele, be careful. Your leg injury is serious. If you don’t take care, it could get worse. You might not even be able to walk,” she said.

While supporting Emanuele, she felt an intense sense of happiness. His towering figure leaning against her, the smell of tobacco mixed with a strong hormonal scent, made Karen’s heart race. It felt as if she were hugging Emanuele.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

However, this feeling lasted only a few seconds before Emanuele pushed her away.

Karen felt an emptiness in her heart. Why did Emanuele like Isabella so much? She felt she was even more beautiful than Isabella. That woman had no background, no capability to help Emanuele. She couldn’t understand why Emanuele would prefer such a woman.

“Emanuele, Isabella doesn’t understand you at all. Look at her, she came back because she saw us together. She left not because she cared about how seriously injured you were, but because she saw me with you and got angry,” Karen said indignantly to Emanuele.

Half of what she said was true, the other half was to incite enmity between Emanuele and Isabella. It would just happen to benefit her, wouldn’t it? This way, her relationship with Emanuele could become better and better. It would be best if they became disheartened and divorced, then she would have the chance to get close to Emanuele.

But after she said this, Emanuele looked at her with a cold, icy gaze, a gaze that seemedas sharp as a knife, making Karen feel as though she was about to be killed by Emanuele.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear you say these things. Karen, if you speak ill of Isabella again, I will kill you,” Emanuele’s words made Karen feel as if she were in a desperate situation, the temperature around her suddenly becoming extremely cold, as if her veins were about to freeze.

At this moment, she felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, with Emanuele just needing to give her a slight push for her to plummet into an abyss.

Why? Shouldn’t truly loving people trust each other?

But Isabella, having seen her with Emanuele, had concluded that they were together, and then misunderstood Emanuele. It had come to this point, yet Emanuele still liked Isabella? He was still speaking up for Isabella?

Karen felt so wronged.

These past few days, she had been tirelessly taking care of Emanuele, even though he was very picky about food, often sending her to buy this or that, and treating her like a maid to tidy up the ward.

She did everything without complaint.

She thought she had done well enough, and even if Emanuele didn’t like her, he would still have some good feelings for her. Yet, when faced with Isabella, she still had no standing.

Even if Karen liked Emanuele, she knew her status and position. She was a Bratva princess, always beloved and cherished by those around her.

But what about Emanuele? He made her run errands, treated her like a maid, and now he was being so harsh to her, even threatening to kill her.

Karen had her pride. She looked at Emanuele and said, “Emanuele, can you not talk to me like this? I don’t like you anymore.”

“Well, that’s perfect. I wish you didn’t like me,” Emanuele said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

He had calmed down now.

He couldn’t chase after Isabella because of his injured leg, and he didn’t want Isabella to see him in such a sorry state. He even wondered, being disabled like this, if he was no longer worthy of Isabella’s affection.