In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: She's No Longer Afraid of Him

She got married! And it was to Emanuele! Isabella felt like everything that had happened today was like a dream.

Now, she sat beside Emanuele. She was no longer afraid of him, but the change in her identity had left her feeling somewhat disoriented. She hoped that her life wouldn't change too much. However, considering the assassination attempts she had faced recently, she realized that becoming Emanuele's wife meant that she would likely encounter even more threats.

As the car headed in an unfamiliar direction, not towards her high-end apartment or Lombardi's grand estate, Isabella became perplexed. "Where are we going?"

"Home," Emanuele looked at Isabella, "I should say it's our home now."

Emanuele's home? Isabella was surprised. She had assumed that Emanuele lived in the mansion with Leo and the others. She didn't expect him to have his own place. But given Emanuele's wealth and ownership numerous houses in Chicago, he probably rotated residences every few days.

Isabella gazed at the unfamiliar landscape outside the window while picturing what Emanuele's house might look like. She thought it would be similar to her high-end apartment.

Soon, they arrived at a luxurious apartment building, evident from the number of security personnel guarding it. It seemed like there were many people who wanted Emanuele dead.

After exiting the car, they made their way to the elevator. Isabella's heart settled slightly when she saw Tony and Harry guarding it. At least, she wasn't alone.

Emanuele pressed the elevator button, and they stepped inside. When the elevator door opened, Isabella was surprised by the opulent interior of the apartment.

The entire layout was stylish and luxurious, featuring glass, chrome, and dark gray furniture. It was simple but clearly expensive.

The living room was enormous, with gray leather sofas and numerous gaming devices. There was even a glass sculpture of Hades and his three-headed hunting dogs.

The God of the Underworld, Isabella wasn't surprised that Emanuele admired him.

"Come on, let's see our room," Emanuele went up the stairs. "Your luggage has been moved too."

Isabella didn't expect Emanuele to act so quickly. Did this mean that she would be staying here from now on?

"I thought you'd be living in the mansion," she said. It was so spacious, with multiple rooms, like a dressing room, study, and game room.

"I don't want my parents to hear me banging you," Emanuele replied.

Isabella clenched her fists, shocked by his audacity. She had wanted to stab him in the back during that moment, as it was the perfect opportunity with his vulnerable back turned towards her. But she decided not to do it.

Isabella followed Emanuele upstairs, passing several closed rooms, until they reached the master bedroom. It was even larger than her previous room, dominated by a king-sized bed covered in dark gray silk.

The room was entirely in shades of gray, creating a subdued and somber atmosphere that aligned perfectly with Emanuele's personality.

Isabella turned to Emanuele and watched as he removed his bowtie and started taking off his clothes.

"Emanuele, we need to have a conversation. You need to tell me what all of this means. Last week, you took me and then discarded me like trash. And now, you've picked me up again? Emanuele, I hate you!"