In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Triggering Her Psychological Trauma

Isabella felt like she was about to die. Emanuele's fingers stirred inside her mouth, and that nauseating, suffocating sensation spread in waves.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but Emanuele didn't seem to have any intention of letting her go just yet. When Isabella was on the brink of giving up, Emanuele finally withdrew his fingers from her mouth. However, her relief was short-lived as he firmly grasped her breast.

His hands squeezed her breasts, causing Isabella to gasp in pain. "Emanuele, are you out of your mind? I'm your stepsister. If our parents find out, it'll be the end for you. Let go of me!" Fear and anger filled Isabella's eyes as she protested his actions.

She had thought Emanuele might kill her, but she had never imagined that he would humiliate her in such a degrading way, making her feel like a worthless dog.

"Isabella, you're too naive. If they find out, it'll be the end for you, not me. My father might kill you for the family's honor, and your mother won't say a word," Emanuele cruelly revealed the truth as he continued his actions.

As he spoke, his hand roamed further down, touching Isabella's lower abdomen, feeling her trembling, and finally, reaching between her legs.

"Emanuele, please, I'm begging you, stop. My mom is getting married today, and I haven't even congratulated her," Isabella pleaded, her voice filled with despair. She was genuinely terrified.

She wished someone would pass by the locked door at that moment and put an end to this nightmare.

Emanuele, hearing Isabella's pleas, smiled more tenderly, as if he were savoring her suffering. He did take pleasure in this, especially watching others beg for mercy after enduring various forms of torture during his work. Seeing Isabella in her current state gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Yet, seeing her struggle to breathe, he decided to cease the torment. Killing her now would deprive him of future enjoyment.

Emanuele reached out to touch Isabella's cheek and then her neck. His warm, rough hand on her delicate neck could easily snap it, but his actions were unexpectedly gentle.

"Isabella, you're now part of the Lombardi family, a princess of the Mafia, and I'm the boss. Don't ever try to resist me again. Do you understand? Otherwise, I'll show you what real hell on Earth is like."

Isabella nodded. She had no strength left, and if Emanuele didn't leave soon, she feared she might die right there.

"Freshen up, and come out. Your mother is waiting for your congratulations," Emanuele said before turning to leave.

He still appeared as composed as ever, while Isabella was left in disarray. Her makeup was ruined, her clothes were dirty, and her own saliva had dripped onto her. She felt utterly disgusted.

But her priority was to take her medication. Isabella retrieved the pills from her purse and swallowed them. It took a while, but she finally felt some relief. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that her world was growing increasingly darker, as if there were no hope left.

Even though she had fought so hard to escape this situation, it seemed that she was sinking deeper into it. Could she really escape at all?

Emerging from the study, Isabella sought out her mother.

Today, Sophia was dressed in a pristine wedding gown, mingling with Leo, toasting champagne to their friends and guests. When she spotted Isabella approaching, her face lit up with joy.