In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Isabella's Counterattack

Standing in front of the dressing room mirror, Isabella gazed at herself in a white chiffon dress adorned with light blue floral patterns. It was a sleeveless dress that managed to be modest while accentuating her waist perfectly. The lower part hugged her curves down to her knees, revealing her slender, straight legs.

Isabella had paired the dress with black high-heeled shoes, diamond earrings, and a necklace. She had elegantly coiled her hair into a bun, and her makeup was subtle, enhancing her overall beauty. At least, standing beside Emanuele, no one would think she wasn't worthy of him.

"Isabella, you look beautiful," Emanuele suddenly appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Isabella's waist was indeed delicate and soft, making him not want to let go.

Isabella, however, swatted his hands away. "Don't touch me. You'll mess it up."

"You've become quite particular," Emanuele chuckled.

Nevertheless, he didn't heed her words and instead planted a kiss on her exposed collarbone.

"You truly are beautiful," Emanuele praised again.

Isabella noticed Emanuele's intense gaze and felt the kiss he'd left on her skin growing warmer. His emotions seemed deep, like vodka, making her feel precious to him. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but think of the game rules Emanuele mentioned from time to time, which made her doubt his love for her. Love should be consistently felt, not on and off. This made her feel insecure.

Of course, she wouldn't bring this up with Emanuele. If she did, he'd only wear a smug grin and tell her she had lost in their game. Isabella didn't want to face that kind of humiliation; it would be too hard to bear.

Seeing Isabella's composed demeanor, Emanuele smirked and, with a sudden pull, brought her closer into his embrace. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzling her skin as he took a deep breath.

Isabella felt like Emanuele wanted to devour her.

"Isabella, why are you acting so cold toward me now?" Emanuele asked.

"I don't want to lose in our game," Isabella replied.

Though Emanuele's actions had ignited her passion and made her want to embrace him and nestle in his arms, she couldn't help but fear that if she fully fell in love with him, he would use that love to threaten and control her. If she became the loser in their game, would she be at his mercy?

Isabella dared not think further. When facing Emanuele, she had to remain calm.

Emanuele continued to hold Isabella. "Well, Isabella, your idea is quite good."

Isabella picked up her handbag and headed out. "Aren't we running late? Let's go."

After getting into the car, Emanuele gallantly helped Isabella fasten her seatbelt and left a kiss on her lips. They appeared just like any other newlyweds, sweet and happy, but only Isabella knew about the underlying power struggle between them.

She felt anxious about what lay ahead, as this was not just Emanuele's birthday party but also their first public appearance as a married couple.

Emanuele was surrounded by a lot of guards, so she didn't need to worry about her safety. Her main concern was being under the scrutiny of so many people; would her nervousness cause her to make mistakes?