Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

After finishing their meal, Emanuele went to the wine cabinet and poured a bottle of red wine into tall glasses for himself and Isabella to share. It was rare to see him in such a good mood, and it was even rarer for the two of them to get along peacefully. Isabella was quite surprised.

Emanuele drank wine heartily, his face adorned with a smile, and his eyes sparkled like flames. It was evident that he was extremely excited.

However, Isabella had an ominous feeling because typically, when Emanuele was this excited, it meant that he had encountered something that thrilled him in a particular way.

Isabella’s gaze shifted to Emanuele’s clothing, where she noticed a dull liquid stain on his gray cuffs. Isabella’s heart quivered. Had he killed again? It was only during those moments that he displayed such excitement.

“Isabella, I’m so happy,” Emanuele said as he sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders and allowing her to lean into his embrace. “We’ve caught a group of Sicilians. I used ancient Eastern torture methods on them, flaying and drawing their tendons. You can’t imagine, they look like a pile of mud now, haha, it’s so entertaining!”

As Isabella listened to Emanuele’s description, a feeling of nausea churned in her stomach. What she had eaten earlier threatened to come back up, but all she managed to do was retch.

“Can’t you handle this?” Emanuele, who was now standing by the bathroom door, asked.

Isabella looked at Emanuele, resisting any contact with the devil himself. “Would you like me to show you what real hell looks like?” Emanuele inquired.

“You’re insane!” Isabella screamed. She couldn’t bear to be around Emanuele any longer. Initially, she thought he might be a decent person, but in reality, his core was ruthless and brutal, and he would likely never change.

Crazy? Emanuele cruelly smiled. He had always known that Isabella was like an innocent angel, kind, pure, and a doctor who saved lives. In contrast, he had grown up on the edge of life and death, exposed to various forms of cruelty, kidnapped, nearly killed, and even ordered by his father to murder the servant who had been with him since childhood.

All of this was done to teach him how to be ruthless, how to use any means necessary for his own gain, even if it meant harming his own family.

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He knew his father was aware of it all along, but they never discussed it. And now, looking at the pure and innocent Isabella, he thought, why should her world remain so straightforward? Since she had become the princess of the mafia, there were things she needed to know.

“Isabella, come with me. I’ll show you my world,” Emanuele said, pulling her along.

Isabella struggled desperately. “Emanuele, please, let me go. I’m begging you. Spare me, please!”

The thought of what she might see next was suffocating, making it impossible to breathe. Soon, Emanuele had led Isabella to a dungeon.

Despite her resistance, Emanuele forcibly dragged her inside. The dungeon was surrounded by heavily armed guards. They passed through the soldiers and entered the deeper parts of the dungeon.

The dimly lit space was filled with scurrying rats, and the cells held many prisoners. In the corner, Isabella noticed a bloody mass, like a massive clot of blood.

“What is this?” Isabella’s heart clenched with an ominous premonition.

At that moment, Phillip approached and pointed to the massive bloody lump in the corner. “Boss, he’s already dead. Should we dispose of him?”

Dead? So, this was a person? Isabella’s throat constricted, and she struggled for breath. Her vision darkened in waves.

“Yeah, toss it out for the dogs,” Emanuele said casually.

Phillip called over two people from the surroundings and bagged the grotesque remains.

Isabella didn’t want to continue watching, but at that moment, her eyes seemed paralyzed, locked onto the inhuman figure. She watched as Phillip and the others picked him up, placing him into a large black plastic bag. As they moved him, Isabella saw the person’s head, face, body-all exposed without skin, blood-red and still dripping, creating a chilling sight.

Isabella was on the brink of being scared to death. “How’s this? Isn’t this more realistic than those anatomical models you’ve seen at school?” Emanuele suddenly leaned in close to Isabella’s ear, speaking softly. “I could be your teacher; I understand human anatomy better than your professors. I’ve conducted experiments on real people. If you want, these prisoners here can be subjects for your experiments.”

“Damn it, God will surely send you to hell!” Isabella turned to Emanuele, losing her ladylike composure as she cursed him.

Even Satan would be horrified if he witnessed this scene. Isabella cursed the devil and wished him a place in hell.

Emanuele, far from being upset by her curse, burst into laughter. In his eyes, Isabella was as naive as a child. He embraced her, feeling the softness of her body, and the subtle fragrance of flowers and fruit that clung to her, in stark contrast to the smell of blood in the dungeon.

“Isabella, I won’t be going to hell, and even if I do, I’ll drag you down with me,” Emanuele said. After that, he brought her to another area where a person was suspended and still appeared to be alive.

Emanuele drew a handgun from behind and said to Isabella, “Even though you bravely shot the enemy last time, your accuracy isn’t good enough. You have to remember, you didn’t deliver a headshot; it might be you who ends up dead.”

He stood behind Isabella, held her hand, and forced it to hold the gun. “No… please!” Isabella cried out, her body ice-cold, eyes quivering, her blood running cold, as if she might die at any moment. It was too horrifying. Was Emanuele making her kill?

No matter how Isabella struggled, it was futile. She was forced to hold the gun, forced to pull the trigger, and she watched, with wide-open eyes, as the bullet passed through the person’s head right in front of her, splattering blood.

“Ah!” Isabella screamed, and her tears fell in large drops. She trembled uncontrollably, her skin covered in goosebumps, gasping for breath. She had killed someone. She had killed!

“Hahaha!” Emanuele burst into laughter. He held Isabella tightly, kissed her passionately, and licked away her tears. “Isabella, good girl, you did great!” he praised. “From now on, you and I are the same kind of people. You called me a devil, so you are one too.”

He held Isabella tightly, kissed her, and his hands roamed her body, as if he wanted to merge her into his very essence.