Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“This bar, this hotel, and these two office buildings, along with two warehouses, are all located on streets frequented by William. He likely knows the surveillance cameras in that area well, hence he always manages to evade them effortlessly,” Zak presented the surveillance footage to Emanuele, instructing his men to search these places one by one. He was confident they would surely find William.

However, the area was still quite extensive, and a thorough search would take at least three days. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter; Emanuele aimed to compress the time frame as much as possible. Once the area was confirmed, everything would fall into place.

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Isabella had been struggling to free herself, attempting to untie the rope, but as she was barely halfway through, William returned. Isabella had to cease her efforts.

William’s return only intensified the oppression Isabella felt. His appearance bore no difference from the gentle demeanor she knew, yet now it sent shivers down her spine.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

A sense of despair and fear gripped her heart tightly.

“I’ve already sent your head to Emanuele. I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees your hair,” William murmured as he caressed the other side of Isabella’s head. “This uneven hair isn’t attractive, Isabella. How about this-I’ll help you trim the other side as well.”

“You devil, you’ll go to hell!” Isabella cursed, her body trembling in fear despite her outburst.

In the face of Isabella’s rage, William remained indifferent. He drew closer, gripping Isabella’s chin, seemingly relishing her state of distress.

“My temporary task is done, just waiting for Emanuele to contact me. Now, I can do what I want,” William chuckled. He proceeded to kiss Isabella, who felt nauseated, clenching her lips tightly to prevent his tongue from entering her mouth.

Noticing her resistance, William pinched Isabella’s arm, causing her to gasp in pain. Seizing the opportunity, he forced his tongue into her mouth, savoring the fragrance of her lips.

As he had imagined, the woman’s scent was delightful, sweet. It ignited a fiery sensation within William’s body.

“No, help, someone, please help me!”

Isabella felt overwhelmingly desperate, her stomach twisting with revulsion, the nauseating sensation spreading through her heart.

Just as she felt she couldn’t endure it any longer, William suddenly released her. But before Isabella could relax, his lips were on her neck, nibbling at her skin.

Instead of provoking a response, the tingling sensation made her feel even more repulsed.

Her body convulsed involuntarily, overpowered by a nauseating feeling that seemed to emanate from the depths of her heart.

“Please, spare me, William, please,” Isabella sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks, overwhelmed with shame.

She didn’t know what to do. Being defiled by William seemed worse than death.

At that moment, a cold pistol was pressed against Isabella’s forehead: “Isabella, I think you should behave and pray that I take you to bed, or else, if you anger me, you’ll end up as a corpse.”

She would rather be a corpse than lie with William!

The touch of William’s hands on her body felt like venomous snakes-icy, sticky, spreading a nauseating feeling within her.

God, she had had enough.

William aimed the gun at her chest: “Isabella, you’ll enjoy all of this, won’t you?”

Looking at William, she suddenly remembered she had a child. For the sake of her child, she couldn’t die at this moment. But she also couldn’t let William discover the child’s existence. If he knew she was pregnant, he would surely kill her.

Isabella took a deep breath, striving to appear composed. “William, I understand your intentions. You want me in bed, but I have no choice. I’m afraid of dying.”

Upon hearing Isabella’s words, a smile crept onto William’s lips. Isabella’s fear meant she would comply.

Smirking, he holstered the gun. “Then you should know what to do, right?”

In William’s eyes, Isabella saw sinister desire. What could she do?

“Kiss me,” William ordered.

Isabella’s body trembled uncontrollably. She gazed at William’s somewhat handsome face. He appeared gentle before, but now, to Isabella, he was the embodiment of evil.

He crouched in front of her, their faces close. A slight lean forward and she could kiss him.

Now, he demanded that she kiss him willingly!

Isabella’s breath quickened. She closed her eyes, trying to appear strong.

“Isabella, stay strong for the child, no matter what,” she told herself.

With that in mind, Isabella opened her eyes and kissed William. Throughout the kiss, she tried to hold her breath, to pretend she wasn’t kissing his lips, but rather an animal’s flesh. This mental trick brought her some relief. Don’t vomit. Don’t vomit. You can do this, Isabella.

She quickly ended the kiss, only to be met with dissatisfaction on William’s face. “Isabella, you could have done better,” he said.

Better! Isabella felt like she was losing her mind.

William held Isabella’s chin and kissed her once more. “Open your mouth, be more proactive,” he commanded.

Isabella’s entire body trembled uncontrollably. God, she really couldn’t do it. She wanted to vomit, to collapse, but she had to smile through it all.

Be strong, Isabella, be strong.

She forced herself to imagine the man in front of her was Emanuele, but she soon realized that William was William, and Emanuele was Emanuele. She could never treat them as the same person.

The suffocation and revulsion were driving her mad.

William’s hand began to caress Isabella’s chest. Although she was tied to the chair, it didn’t stop him from taking the initiative, making Isabella feel as though she were leaning into his embrace.

She felt hopeless. What would this man do next? Rape her? Hurt her?

No, no, no. She couldn’t let William go that far.