Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

The maid looked even more frightened, frozen in place. Grazia tugged on Isabella’s sleeve, signaling her not to speak this way.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Isabella looked at the intimidated people in the room. Fearful of a woman like this? She couldn’t understand. Clearly, Grazia was the mistress of this house, and even if Christina was Rocco’s sister, she was just a guest.

“Wow, who do you think you are, ordering our servants around?” Christina looked angry as she questioned Isabella.

“Your servants? If I remember correctly, this house belongs to Rocco and Grazia, not you.”

“So what? I lived here before I got married. My brother’s home is my home. But you, where did you come from? How dare you be so rude and act like the mistress here? Grazia, is this woman your friend? Birds of a feather flock together.”

Grazia was so angered by Christina’s words that her emotions surged, and her body trembled. Isabella noticed Grazia’s state and immediately comforted her. Grazia was pregnant now and needed to maintain a positive mood. Isabella pulled Grazia behind her, adopting a protective stance.

“Well, thank you for the compliment. Indeed, someone as beautiful, kind, and polite as me would only be friends with someone equally beautiful, kind, and polite like Grazia, not with someone like you.”

“What do you mean? How dare you talk to me like this?” Christina felt like she was going to faint. In her brother’s house, Christina had always been the queen, getting whatever she wanted, and no one dared to resist her. However, in her own home, she was the one being bullied. She had entered into a marriage through an alliance, and her husband was harsh, often arguing and even hitting her. But she couldn’t resist; any rebellion would be met with a gun pointed at her by her husband. Rocco had asked her to endure it for the sake of a well-managed marriage.

Over the years, Christina didn’t know how much suffering she had endured in her marriage, but she didn’t dare to rebel against her husband. She could only vent her grievances and anger on her children and outsiders.

As soon as she returned to her brother’s house, she would torment the maids. Later, when Grazia came, Christina started tormenting her too.

In any case, relying on Rocco’s favoritism toward her and the guilt he felt for sacrificing her marriage, she came to Rocco’s house and behaved recklessly, like a queen.

But she didn’t expect to encounter someone difficult to deal with today. Christina stared at Isabella, and Isabella stared back. Christina felt Isabella’s face was very cold, her eyes as icy as a knife glinting with a cold light, as if she was about to kill her in the next moment.

Too terrifying!

Christina couldn’t help but take a deep breath, but soon she regained her composure. This was her brother’s house, and also her home. Grazia hadn’t succumbed to her authority. The woman in front of her, Christina didn’t recognize her, and she probably didn’t have an especially powerful background; otherwise, Christina would have recognized her.

With this thought, Christina gained confidence.

“Who do you think you are? Are you even polite? How dare you talk to me like this?”

“Regardless of who I am, I can talk to you however I want.”

“You!” Christina rushed forward, like a tornado sweeping toward Isabella.

Grazia was worried about Isabella. Christina was extremely obese and strong. Grazia had witnessed Christina hitting their maid, slapping her to the ground with a single blow. Isabella, with her delicate appearance, seemed incapable of opposing Christina.

Instinctively, Grazia wanted to step forward, but Isabella held her back. As Christina charged to hit Isabella, Isabella grabbed Christina’s hand.

In that moment, a look of disbelief crossed Christina’s eyes. She knew the strength she possessed; an average woman wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Yet, Isabella’s grip seemed stronger than hers.

“You bitch, let go of me!” Christina roared.

Isabella smirked and released Christina. Although Isabella didn’t exert much force, Christina stumbled back two steps, requiring considerable effort to steady her plump figure.

Christina wasn’t as angry now; instead, a sense of fear crawled up her spine, making her body tremble.

How was this possible? The girl in front of her appeared frail, yet she overpowered two of Christina’s hands with a single one. Was she some kind of powerhouse?

Isabella hadn’t used much force; her strength had increased from training with Elisa. This gentle push was enough to send Christina stumbling, nearly tripping.

Even Grazia was surprised. Isabella’s strength was unexpectedly robust. Watching Isabella standing protectively in front of her, Grazia suddenly felt reassured.

She remembered when she first met Isabella. The girl seemed reserved, obedient, with a touch of innocence and romance, like a pure white lily untouched by darkness. At that time, Grazia had worried about whether Isabella could survive in the world of the Mafia.

Now, it seemed Isabella had adapted remarkably. Though she still appeared meek on the surface, like a student, there was an underlying tenacity. She was the kind of person who wouldn’t bully others but wouldn’t easily forgive those who bullied her.

This feeling finally made Grazia understand why Emanuele liked Isabella and chose to marry her. If she were a man, she would want to marry Isabella too. Emanuele truly found a treasure.

“What are you doing?” Rocco’s voice echoed.

Christina saw Rocco and immediately began crying. “Brother, they teamed up to bully me.”

She ran to Rocco, hugging him and crying. Despite Rocco’s tall figure, Christina, embracing him, made him seem like a big bear being hugged by a person.

Rocco’s sharp gaze immediately turned towards Isabella. Grazia was his wife, and he knew her well. When Christina came over, it was Grazia who took care of her. Grazia might have felt a bit wronged, but she understood the bigger picture.

But what about Isabella?

Thinking about their previous encounter and Isabella’s questioning attitude, Rocco realized this girl wasn’t easy to handle. When Christina claimed she was being bullied by Isabella, Rocco was inclined to believe it.

Seeing Rocco’s questioning gaze, Isabella showed no fear. She explained, “Your sister arrived and immediately wanted Grazia to serve tea and water. Although the maids could handle it, she insisted on Grazia doing it. Despite Grazia mentioning her pregnancy, she dismissed it, saying that being pregnant was not a big deal as she had given birth before. She even tried to physically attack me, and I merely pushed her away. If you think this is bullying, then I have nothing more to say.”

Isabella wore a helpless expression. Hearing this, Rocco turned his eyes back to Christina.

Christina immediately panicked. “Brother, don’t listen to this bitch’s nonsense!”

Isabella sneered, “Oh? Since when can the Queen of the Chicago Mafia be easily called a bitch?”