In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Mental Breakdown

"Wow, Isabella, you really know how to enjoy yourself. Living in such a big apartment! You know, you used to live in the attic," Chloe said, admiring the apartment's environment as she entered.

This luxurious place was filled with large furniture, thick carpets, and vases with fresh, dew-kissed flowers all around.

Indeed, the apartment was vast and spacious, decorated with the kind of luxury that Chloe had always dreamt of. While her family had money, she had grown tired of the countryside. No matter how spacious it was, or how large, it couldn't compare to Chicago and this apartment.

Chloe daydreamed about standing on the balcony, gazing down at the city lights, sipping a glass of wine in a rocking chair, and enjoying the street view. She couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be if this were her place.

At this moment, Chloe couldn't help but think about it.

Isabella watched Chloe, behaving like the apartment's lady, and bit her lip, not saying a word. She was just too timid. She had spent so many years living in Chloe's shadow, almost as if it had become a reflex to stop resisting when she saw Chloe.

"Alright, Isabella, tell me, which room are you staying in now?" Chloe turned to look at Isabella.

Isabella pointed to the master bedroom. Originally, this apartment had been just for her, and Emanuele had moved all of her stuff into the master bedroom. So she had been living in there all along. Later, when Emanuele came, he hadn't asked her to leave, so naturally, she stayed in the adjacent guest room.

Chloe immediately pushed open Isabella's bedroom door, and when she saw the spacious interior, she was stunned.

"Wow, this is really nice. Isabella, look at you! A lowly bitch like you can actually live in such a good place! It's unbelievable." Chloe closed the door and sat down on Isabella's bed without any politeness.

"Yeah, this bed is soft and comfortable. Isabella, how did you manage this? Why would Emanuele allow you to live in such a nice house? Didn't he see your wretched nature? You're only fit to live in a dark warehouse, not here."

Chloe continued, getting up to open Isabella's closet. When she saw the high-end luxury clothes and bags, her jealousy went through the roof.

"God, damn it, Isabella, why the hell do you have all of this?" Chloe's own closet didn't have so many high-end clothes; her mom only allowed her to buy three or four expensive outfits a year. But Isabella's closet was full of them!

Jealousy was driving Isabella to the brink of madness.

Why did Isabella get to have so much while she had nothing?

After thoroughly inspecting Isabella's room, Chloe turned back to Isabella and slapped her.

"You wretch, you slut! Do you think you can resist me now just because you have all of this? Today, I allowed you to come out, and you dare to refuse me!"

Isabella's cheek stung from the slap, and she was forced to shrink back, unable to move. Her rational side told her she should resist, that she shouldn't let it go on like this. But her emotions continued to control her actions. For all these years, she had grown accustomed to being bullied by Chloe, making it impossible to act against her.

Isabella's weakness only fueled Chloe's cruelty. She reached out, grabbed Isabella's hair, and forcefully slammed her head against the nearby wall.

"Wow, you wretched bitch. Look at you now, just like a piece of crap. Do you dare to resist me now? Huh? Do you think Emanuele likes you, and you can do whatever you want? If you weren't his stepsister, would he take care of you like this? He's just playing with you, and there are plenty of other women around him. Once he gets tired of you, he'll replace you. When that happens, I'll kill you."