In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 87: Evelyn And Pippo Together

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. Shemade 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 hadentered her body, she had felt an overwhelming desire for him. She longed to melt into him, to lethim 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 arrayof beautiful clothes, each more attractive than the last, with prices that she had never dared to hopefor. However, her focus wasn't entirely on selecting clothes; she was reflecting on everything thathad 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 beentormenting 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 actuallyhusband and wife?

It was incredible to Isabella that they had become husband and wife. She raised her hand to look atthe 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 withEmanuele. He had only married her because he hadn't had enough fun and wanted to keeptormenting her.

But regardless, Isabella was relieved that she hadn't married Clark. Even though Emanuele was ascoundrel, a demon who had caused her pain, at least she had gotten to know him quite well overtheir 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 athis core. She was too tired to get to know someone else. And though Emanuele had claimed thathe 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 chosento marry her, indicating her importance in his heart.

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

Thinking back to the previous night when Emanuele had rudely torn her wedding dress, she had aheadache. 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 hugeproject to fill. Emanuele's walk-in closet was enormous, and now she would need to make space forher 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 mywardrobe, 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."

After ending the call, Isabella thought about Grazia's upcoming visit. She got up and returned to theroom. She undressed from her pajamas and put on a casual shirt and gray jeans.

Looking at her slightly messy bedroom, Isabella instinctively started tidying up. She also went to thewalk-in closet to organize the watches and belts that had been scattered in the chaos of theprevious night.

The closet carried Emanuele's distinct cologne scent. Isabella randomly picked up one of his shirtsand sniffed it; it was imbued with Emanuele's scent. At this moment, she felt like a madwoman,desperately sniffing the air.

Memories of the wild encounter the previous night between her and Emanuele came rushing back.She recalled how he had held her, pinned her against the glass, and been rough with her. But hisrough actions had brought her to orgasm repeatedly, and she had become entrapped in hisaggressiveness.

Did he love her? Isabella was startled by her own thoughts. She didn't believe that this was a sign ofEmanuele loving her; it was merely a response of his body.

Just as she had found it impossible to resist Emanuele's advances when she despised him themost, her body had responded to his touches, culminating in repeated orgasms. Despite herprofound embarrassment, her body's reactions were beyond her control.

Isabella entertained a brief suspicion that Emanuele might have actually fallen in love with her. Butsoon, she burst into laughter. The idea struck her as utterly absurd.

Emanuele was a man without a heart. How could he possibly love her?

Isabella dismissed these thoughts. She walked downstairs and found Lilly busy in the kitchen,loading dishes into the dishwasher.

"Need any help?" Isabella asked Lilly.

Lilly's presence always brought comfort to her.

"No, dear, just rest," Lilly smiled and ushered Isabella back to the living room.

As she waited for Grazia to arrive, Isabella had nothing to do. So, she decided to make a video callto Evelyn. Since she hadn't been going to work at the hospital, she had mostly been confined to theapartment, afraid of affecting Evelyn and hesitant to meet her in person.

"Isabella, it's been a while. How are you?" Evelyn's voice came through the video call, and it wasclear she had been doing well, appearing vibrant.

"I'm fine," Isabella said. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to share her joy with her dearfriend. "I got married to Emanuele."

"Oh my God!" Evelyn exclaimed. "You actually married Emanuele! What's going on, Isabella?Doesn't that make you the queen of the mafia?"

"It's a bit complicated. He married me, but it's not because he likes me. Our game isn't entirelyover."

"Isabella, I'm really worried about you, but well, Emanuele is the mafia boss. If he didn't want to, hewouldn't have married you. Perhaps he genuinely likes you."

Isabella waved her hand dismissively. "I don't care whether he likes me or not. I just need tomaintain the balance in our relationship. I won't lose to him."

"Alright, I wish you a happy marriage. By the way, Isabella, I have some good news to share withyou."

"What good news?"

"I've been trying to date Pippo lately!" Evelyn's face had a hint of shyness.

Isabella was taken aback. During her absence from Evelyn's life, Evelyn had apparently starteddating Pippo.