After finishing their meal, Emanuele went to the wine cabinet and poured a bottle of red wine into tall glasses for himself and Isabella to share. It was rare to see him in such a good mood, and it was even rarer for the two of them to get along peacefully. Isabella was quite surprised.
Emanuele drank wine heartily, his face adorned with a smile, and his eyes sparkled like flames. It was evident that he was extremely excited.
However, Isabella had an ominous feeling because typically, when Emanuele was this excited, it meant that he had encountered something that thrilled him in a particular way.
Isabella's gaze shifted to Emanuele's clothing, where she noticed a dull liquid stain on his gray cuffs. Isabella's heart quivered. Had he killed again? It was only during those moments that he displayed such excitement.
"Isabella, I'm so happy," Emanuele said as he sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and allowing her to lean into his embrace. "We've caught a group of Sicilians. I used ancient Eastern torture methods on them, flaying and drawing their tendons. You can't imagine, they look like a pile of mud now, haha, it's so entertaining!"
As Isabella listened to Emanuele's description, a feeling of nausea churned in her stomach. What she had eaten earlier threatened to come back up, but all she managed to do was retch.
"Can't you handle this?" Emanuele, who was now standing by the bathroom door, asked.
Isabella looked at Emanuele, resisting any contact with the devil himself. "Would you like me to show you what real hell looks like?" Emanuele inquired.
"You're insane!" Isabella screamed. She couldn't bear to be around Emanuele any longer. Initially, she thought he might be a decent person, but in reality, his core was ruthless and brutal, and he would likely never change.
Crazy? Emanuele cruelly smiled. He had always known that Isabella was like an innocent angel, kind, pure, and a doctor who saved lives. In contrast, he had grown up on the edge of life and death, exposed to various forms of cruelty, kidnapped, nearly killed, and even ordered by his father to murder the servant who had been with him since childhood.
All of this was done to teach him how to be ruthless, how to use any means necessary for his own gain, even if it meant harming his own family.
So when he found out that his father's girlfriend was pregnant, he didn't hesitate to cause a car accident that killed her.
He knew his father was aware of it all along, but they never discussed it. And now, looking at the pure and innocent Isabella, he thought, why should her world remain so straightforward? Since she had become the princess of the mafia, there were things she needed to know.
"Isabella, come with me. I'll show you my world," Emanuele said, pulling her along.
Isabella struggled desperately. "Emanuele, please, let me go. I'm begging you. Spare me, please!"
The thought of what she might see next was suffocating, making it impossible to breathe. Soon, Emanuele had led Isabella to a dungeon.
Despite her resistance, Emanuele forcibly dragged her inside. The dungeon was surrounded by heavily armed guards. They passed through the soldiers and entered the deeper parts of the dungeon.
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