In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Fight Breaks Out

Isabella couldn't hold back her tears as her emotions hit rock bottom. She felt the need to find a place to compose herself. So, she walked into the bathroom, which had a large mirror for her to freshen up.

Even though she knew Emanuele didn't harbor strong feelings for her, today marked the first time they were appearing in public as a married couple. Isabella figured that at least in terms of appearance, she should present herself well and avoid any loss of face.

As for whatever Emanuele was up to, that was his business.

Just as she entered the bathroom and was about to close the door, someone suddenly rushed in, forcefully pushing the door open and then shutting it behind them.

Isabella turned around to find Chloe, her face filled with terror. "What are you doing here?"

Despite her efforts to appear unafraid of Chloe, when they were alone, in such a small space, Isabella's inner fears began to surface uncontrollably, as if they were about to devour her entirely.

"Of course, I came to congratulate you, Isabella. I never thought you could look so foolish. Becoming the wife of a Chicago mafia man and making Emanuele like you? You, a whore raised by someone, I can't see anything good about you at all."

Chloe's words were as sharp and mean as ever.

"And what about this dress? Do you really think you look good in it? It's like you've squeezed all your fat into it. I'm afraid it'll burst any second. God, doesn't it feel uncomfortable for you to wear it? I don't know what you were thinking, being this fat and not losing weight."

Chloe's verbal assault made Isabella feel like she was being pricked by countless needles. The intense pain surrounded her.

She wanted to retort, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak. Breathing became increasingly difficult, even though there was plenty of oxygen around. It was her damn claustrophobia acting up.

Seeing Isabella not utter a word, Chloe became even more pleased with herself.

"See? I was right, weren't I? How could a bitch like you ever match up to Emanuele? You should be doing the chores, like the kitchen and bathroom cleaning, just like those maids. You're so filthy; I wonder if Emanuele even knows about your past."

Chloe continued to taunt Isabella, making her struggle to breathe and her body tremble, on the brink of breaking down emotionally.

"Get out!" Isabella managed to force out the words with all her might.

But Chloe had no fear of her. She even slapped Isabella across the face.

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around, you wretched whore? It seems I've let you off the hook for too long, making you forget who the real master is."

The slap burned Isabella's cheek instantly. Yes, it had been a long time since anyone, apart from Chloe, had laid a hand on her. Even Emanuele, besides spanking her behind in bed, wouldn't hurt her like this.

"Mob wife? Mrs. Lombardi? You think you're even worthy?" Chloe sneered, landing another slap on Isabella's face.

Isabella's cheeks bore the marks of Chloe's slaps, and her face began to swell.