In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Considering Calling Off the Wedding

No, no, it's also possible if that person is Emanuele. Whenever Isabella thought of Emanuele, she recalled his cruelty. They had been intimate, but he seemed to treat her like a one-night stand, eagerly ushering her out after it was over.

As Isabella pondered, her breathing became difficult again, and she felt her illness might act up. She took a deep breath, trying to push Emanuele out of her mind. Why should she think of him when he was so heartless? Perhaps he was laughing at her weakness, reveling in his victory in this game!

"Isabella, don't worry about this; I rarely do such things." Clark held Isabella's shoulder. "If you don't like it, I won't do it in the future. " He can have his men handle it.

Watching Isabella gasp and her breathing growing weaker, Clark became worried. "Isabella, are you okay? Should I call a doctor for you?"

Isabella shook her head. "I'm fine. I just want to rest alone for a while."

"Alright, call me if you need anything," Clark said.

Isabella nodded. Clark left, and she lay down, closed her eyes, and buried her face in the blanket, trying not to think too much. Since she was destined to marry Clark, did her struggles matter anymore?

Isabella suddenly remembered how she had ended up in this situation before. She didn't want to enter the world of the Mafia, but she had become deeply entangled, leading to her current state. Her own abilities were too limited, and she couldn't stop all of this.

Soon, Sophia called her. "Isabella, are you okay? I heard you're sick."

Seeing Sophia's concerned expression on her phone, Isabella's tears fell again. "Mom, I don't want to get married. I still want to continue being a doctor. You know, I've worked so hard for it."

In truth, no one knew how much effort she had put into becoming a doctor, not even her mother. When she lived with her uncle and aunt, she had to work while studying, enduring Chloe's taunts. It was a struggle, and she had come a long way.

But now, everything had vanished, and all her efforts had turned to nothing.

"Isabella, I know you don't want to marry Clark, but we have no choice now. For your safety, you must marry him. I'm sorry, Isabella, but can you please listen to me one more time? I promise, I won't make you do things you don't want to do anymore. If, after things settle down, you still have no feelings for Clark, you can get a divorce, and I'll support you."

Seeing Isabella's sadness, Sophia couldn't help but shed tears as well. She had met Clark twice and had a brief conversation with him, finding him polite and handsome. Marrying him seemed like a good idea to Sophia, but Isabella clearly disagreed.

Isabella couldn't bear to see her mother upset; she was her only family now. She mustered her courage and said, "Mom, don't worry about me. I just need some time to adapt. Don't worry; I'll adjust soon. After all, I'll follow your advice."

She hung up the phone, stood up, and walked over to the sink. Isabella splashed water on her face, trying to freshen up. Looking at the pale, exhausted girl in the mirror, devoid of vitality, she felt lifeless, like a female ghost.