Female Novel
Chapter 71: Confiding In Her Mother
Chapter 71: Confiding in Her Mother
Could he really be like that? Isabella thought about Emanuele, always ready to kill her, delighting inher suffering. He was a sadistic tormentor, capable of inflicting the most excruciating pain on a livingperson.
Such a demon, and yet, he treated those close to him so well?
"Then... what about Emanuele and the women he likes?" Isabella asked cautiously.
She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about whether Emanuele had other women or if hehad other girlfriends while he was with her. The mere thought of it made her feel sick.
"Oh God, I hope not," she prayed internally.
Fortunately, Lilly shook her head. "I'm not sure about that. I've never seen Emanuele bring womenhome, and even though his father has been pushing him to get married, it doesn't seem to have anyeffect."
Lilly then smiled and continued, "But honestly, you're the girl I've seen Emanuele treat the mostseriously. He actually let me cook for you and spend time with you."novelbin
Isabella was shocked. Treated seriously? She couldn't believe it. If this was what Emanuele'sversion of taking something seriously was, then she was nothing more than an object to him. Afterusing her, he'd handed her over to his brother like she was a commodity.
"So, Isabella, is your distress related to Emanuele?" Lilly asked with a warm and compassionatesmile, making her look like a therapist.
Isabella nodded. "I thought he might like me, but then he asked me to marry one of his friends."
Even speaking about it to someone else was painful for Isabella. Lilly was surprised and gasped,"Oh my goodness, he asked you to marry someone directly?!"
She looked at Isabella's sorrowful face and suddenly understood why she was so heartbroken.From Isabella's appearance, she could tell that Isabella had developed feelings for Emanuele, yethe wanted her to marry someone else.
When Emanuele had requested her presence to cook here, Lilly had suspected that he might havefeelings for Isabella, but Emanuele had denied it, insisting that Isabella was like a little sister. Now,hearing Isabella's account of the situation, Lilly knew what was really going on.
"You like Emanuele, but he doesn't like you, is that it?" Lilly gently stroked Isabella's hair, whichused to be as smooth as silk, but now appeared messy due to her lack of grooming.
Isabella nodded, her voice quivering. She admitted to herself that she had developed feelings forEmanuele, but she didn't dare to confess this in front of others.
"It's okay, dear," Lilly reassured her. "Emanuele isn't as ruthless as you might imagine. He's good toeveryone in the house. You don't have to think of him as such a terrible person. He brought me hereto take care of you because he already considers you a part of the family. Otherwise, he could havejust left you to fend for yourself, right? I think there might be some misunderstanding."
Isabella found Lilly's words somewhat reasonable. However, just as Emanuele had stated, heconsidered her a part of the family, like a sister. The realization shattered her heart.
"But he still wants me to marry someone. I don't want to get married, and he doesn't agree,"Isabella's voice trembled, and her tears were about to start falling again. "Lilly, what should I do?Can you convince him?"
"On that matter, I'm truly not sure," Lilly furrowed her brows as she thought, not finding any goodsolution to the problem.
"Emanuele's decisions are hard to change, Isabella," Lilly began, trying to paint a brighter picture ofClark's future. "Clark is actually a good guy, handsome, ambitious, and marrying him means you'llbe going to Canada. You won't have to live in constant fear anymore, and you'll be free to gowherever you want, with no one to harm you."
Isabella's eyes filled with tears, her trembling lips managed to whisper, "I understand."
She was now lost in a sea of despair. Isabella wondered why everyone around her was so loyal toEmanuele, thinking of him as a great person and even being willing to sacrifice their lives for him.But in her eyes, Emanuele was nothing short of a demon. He could easily drag her into the abyss,inflicting endless pain upon her.
Later, Isabella joined Lilly for breakfast, not wanting to worry her. To make Isabella feel better, Lillyeven baked a small cake for her. However, Isabella couldn't find joy in anything. The approachingwedding was causing a constant ache in her heart.
Isabella finished her meal and wanted to retreat to her room. She believed that sleep might be theonly way to escape from the harsh reality.
"Isabella, why go to your room? Let's continue watching the reality show we were enjoying," Lillysuggested, fearing that Isabella would be consumed by dark thoughts if left alone. She took Isabellaby the arm and led her to the living room, turning on the TV to play the reality show they both liked.
"You see, isn't this the guy you like?" Lilly made an effort to redirect Isabella's gaze. "He'shandsome, gentle, considerate, and incredibly charming."
Isabella gazed at the man on the television screen. This man was so gentle, caring, and polite withevery girl, a true gentleman, the complete opposite of Emanuele.
But Isabella's mind was still occupied with thoughts of Emanuele. She couldn't help but wonderwhat he was doing now and whether he would feel any regret watching her marry Clark. Was hereally so heartless? Had all the tenderness of that night been a mere façade?
A string of thoughts tormented Isabella almost to the point of madness. She had never imaginedthat she would find herself in such a situation, longing for Emanuele despite his cruelty.
She liked Emanuele, and the thought drove Isabella to the brink of a breakdown. What was evenmore agonizing was that Emanuele didn't like her. The memory of Emanuele's ruthless attitudewhen he asked her to marry Clark the previous night filled her with sorrow.
Isabella tried to focus on the reality show, but her mind was locked in her misery. The idea ofbecoming Clark's bride was almost unbearable.
Yet, the most painful aspect was Emanuele's cold indifference. Just yesterday, he had beenpassionate and intense in bed, as if he couldn't get enough of her, but not long after, he hadbecome a completely different person.
Isabella knew she couldn't resist him, but should she confide in her mother about this?