Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

At this moment, guilt crept into him like a thief, silently infiltrating his heart. If he were Isabella, he would probably feel upset too. He had confessed his feelings to her, so why was he unwilling to have a child with her? Perhaps she questioned his love for her?

No wonder Isabella showed no emotion when he confessed. Should he just agree with Isabella and have a child with her?

Emanuele desperately wanted to break his principles for the sake of his beloved, but reason told him it wasn’t the right time. At the very least, he needed to identify Frederick’s nephew before planning anything about having a child with Isabella.

Emanuele didn’t have much time to stay in Italy. After bringing Isabella here, he took a short break and flew back to Chicago.

“Isabella, I’m telling you, Emanuele really likes you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent you all the way to Italy,” Grazia said to Isabella.

“But he said he doesn’t want to have a child temporarily, and he doesn’t even want to hear my thoughts. So, Grazia, I really envy you. If only I were pregnant,” Isabella sighed.

“Well, talk to Emanuele more about it. Now that the crisis seems to have passed, I think having a child won’t be a problem,” Grazia suggested.

Isabella nodded, but she wasn’t eager to discuss this with Emanuele. Every time she brought up the topic, he rejected the idea. Now, she had developed a fear of being rejected again.

Grazia didn’t want Isabella to be upset, so she changed the subject, turned on a TV series, and watched it with Isabella.

Isabella realized it was her favorite variety show. She was pleasantly surprised, “Grazia, how did you manage to get the recording of this variety show?”

“I did it for you, specially bought it from someone,” Grazia replied.

“I’m so happy.” Isabella hugged Grazia tightly. However, she was aware of the fragile life within Grazia’s belly, so she handled her with care.

Grazia’s mood improved significantly with Isabella’s arrival. She even prepared a sumptuous dinner to entertain Isabella.

“I really want to drink.” Grazia sighed.

“No, you’re pregnant now; it’s best not to drink.” Isabella, speaking as a doctor, advised, “I remember you used to smoke too, Grazia. It’s better to quit smoking.”

“Troublesome, really troublesome.” Grazia shook her head, giving off a feeling of having little desire for life.

Indeed, smoking and drinking were her pastime. She wasn’t addicted, but sometimes, she would smoke a bit when happy or unhappy. If she couldn’t smoke or drink, what was the point of living?

Aren’t these simple things what life pursues?

However, for the sake of the child, she would endure.

Seeing Grazia grumbling, Isabella raised her own glass and clinked it with Rocco, “It’s okay, Grazia. I’ll drink on your behalf.”

“Isabella, when you’re pregnant in the future, I’ll also come to flaunt my prowess before you.”

“Haha, I look forward to that day.”

Over the next two days, Isabella accompanied Grazia, strolling either in the garden behind the house or exploring the streets. The charm of the Italian streets was something the commercialized Chicago entirely lacked. The historic city exuded a sense of art in every building, and street musicians played violins and saxophones.

They walked these streets with confidence, surrounded by bodyguards who deterred anyone from approaching. Grazia took the opportunity to confide in Isabella about her troubles.

“I don’t like Rocco’s sister much; she’s just too difficult. At thirty-five, she’s married and has three children, but her husband treats her poorly. So, she often comes to us, crying to Rocco for help. At first, I wanted to help her, but she turned out to be so strange, treating herself like the mistress of the house, constantly ordering me around, often getting angry with me. With her around, I can’t find peace at home all day.”

“A few days ago, she called Rocco and said she’s coming to stay with us for a while. I’m pregnant now, and my emotions are too unstable. I’m afraid that getting angry or sad will affect the little life in my belly. I had no choice but to call you to make my emotions a bit more stable. Isabella, what should I do?”

Isabella was a bit surprised, as if meeting Grazia for the first time.

“Grazia, you’ve always been brave. What’s happening to you now?”

She remembered the first time she met Grazia, who was fiery and queen-like, exuding a lazy dominance. She was the kind who would fight back if anyone bullied her even a bit. But now, Grazia had become like this, and Isabella couldn’t help but feel worried.

What circumstances had turned Grazia into this?

“Isabella, you know, although Rocco and I have some feelings, they’re not very deep. We’re in a marriage of convenience. Rocco is a person who values relationships a lot, and he cares deeply about his family. So, every time his sister returns, he accepts her. He told me she’s miserable in her husband’s house and hopes I can accommodate her.”

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“If you knew, you should have just gone back to Chicago. Emanuele and I would surely take good care of you.”

“And what would that look like? I am Rocco’s wife, the wife of the head of the Italian Mafia. Running back to my parents’ home when pregnant, how would others view it?”

Understanding now, Isabella had also been bullied into coming here. Thinking of Chloe before, she didn’t resist, and Chloe intensified her bullying. But later, when Isabella stood up to her, Chloe became afraid.

People were strange, always liking to bully those weaker than themselves.

When Isabella and Grazia returned after their stroll, they heard the commotion inside the house.

“Oh my God, why lilies? I love roses the most. Replace all these flowers with roses!”

“When was this painting bought? It’s terrible, no taste at all. Can’t we just throw it away?”

As Isabella and Grazia walked into the house, they saw a chubby woman in a delicate dress, tightly cinched at her waist, moving around the room.

Her short, curly hair resembled lamb’s wool, adhering closely to her scalp, and her face was covered in noticeable freckles. At this moment, her expression was highly agitated and angry.

Spotting Grazia, she immediately walked up, “Grazia, I’m asking what’s going on? How did you decorate the house like this? I’ve only been away for half a month, and it’s become so unbearable.”

With an imposing presence and a chubby physique, she approached, bringing a gust of wind with her.

Grazia took two steps back, “Christina, I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant? So what? I’ve had three children. What’s the big deal? Hurry up and make me a cup of tea. I just arrived, and I haven’t had a moment to rest.”

Christina was furious, her gaze sweeping across the entire house, clearly dissatisfied. Since they had quite a few villa staff, Isabella turned to the trembling maid nearby, “You, go make a cup of tea for this lady.”