In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Evelyn and Pippo Together

Before leaving, Emanuele placed a gentle kiss on Isabella's cheek.

"I'll try to make it back for dinner," he said.

Isabella watched Emanuele as he entered the elevator, then returned to the spacious house. She made an effort to appear cheerful, though the past 24 hours hadn't been entirely painful for her.

She didn't despise Emanuele as much as she had imagined she would. Especially when he had entered her body, she had felt an overwhelming desire for him. She longed to melt into him, to let him go deeper and harder. The desires of the body were undeniable.

Now, Isabella turned on her computer and browsed an online shopping site. She looked at the array of beautiful clothes, each more attractive than the last, with prices that she had never dared to hope for. However, her focus wasn't entirely on selecting clothes; she was reflecting on everything that had happened in the past day.

Oh, dear! It had been so crazy, so chaotic. Even now, when she thought back, it felt unbelievable. And when she considered the events of the past seven days, Isabella felt even more overwhelmed.

From her intimate encounter with Emanuele to his handing her over to Clark, this period had been tormenting for her. And at the very last moment, Emanuele had replaced Clark and married her.

Their relationship had transformed from enemies to reluctant allies, and now... were they actually husband and wife?

It was incredible to Isabella that they had become husband and wife. She raised her hand to look at the diamond ring she now wore. The diamond, the size of a pigeon's egg, sparkled in the light.

Yet, despite their marital status, Isabella was unclear about the true nature of her relationship with Emanuele. He had only married her because he hadn't had enough fun and wanted to keep tormenting her.

But regardless, Isabella was relieved that she hadn't married Clark. Even though Emanuele was a scoundrel, a demon who had caused her pain, at least she had gotten to know him quite well over their time together, hadn't she?

Besides, he had given her a satisfying sexual experience.

Clark, on the other hand, was a mystery to her. She didn't understand what kind of person he was at his core. She was too tired to get to know someone else. And though Emanuele had claimed that he married her to toy with her, he was thirty-two years old, and he hadn't married anyone else, which suggested he didn't treat marriage as a game. Despite having many options, he had chosen to marry her, indicating her importance in his heart.

Lost in her jumbled thoughts, Isabella randomly selected a few pieces of clothing. Suddenly, she realized that buying clothes wasn't very practical. After all, she couldn't leave the house. She definitely couldn't wear these expensive, beautiful clothes at home for Emanuele to see.

Thinking back to the previous night when Emanuele had rudely torn her wedding dress, she had a headache. She didn't want the clothes she had bought to suffer the same fate.

Looking at the clothes on the website, Isabella knew that her wardrobe was going to be a huge project to fill. Emanuele's walk-in closet was enormous, and now she would need to make space for her clothes.

So, Isabella decided to call Grazia.

"Good morning," Grazia's tone was still warm and enthusiastic. "How was your wedding night?"

But before Isabella could respond, Grazia quickly added, "No, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Isabella couldn't help but chuckle. "Grazia, I need your help with something. I need to fill my wardrobe, but it's too big for me to handle."

"This is too simple for me, Isabella. Wait for me; I'll be right over."

"I'm at Emanuele's place."

"No problem, give me thirty minutes."