In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 120: He Wants To Kill Chloe

Chapter 120: He Wants to Kill Chloe

"Isabella, do you want to die? How dare you talk to me like that!" Chloe approached Isabella, viciously gripping Isabella's arm. She squeezed hard, as if she wanted to tear the flesh from Isabella's arm.

Isabella immediately pushed Chloe away. It just so happened that Chloe wanted to settle the score with her, so Isabella was ready to face Chloe head-on. However, she hadn't expected Chloe to be so audacious, daring to harm her in this place. She probably assumed that, like the last time, Emanuele wouldn't teach her a lesson and thought she could do whatever she pleased without consequences.

Chloe never expected Isabella to resist her. With no defense in place, Chloe was caught off guard by Isabella's forceful push and took two steps back, nearly stumbling.

This woman dared to resist her. Chloe was furious. She grabbed Isabella's hair and glanced at the restroom nearby. With Isabella in tow, Chloe dragged her into the restroom and locked the door behind them.

Though Chloe was slimmer than Isabella, she was significantly taller, appearing more robust. Isabella had no room to resist. Chloe unceremoniously shoved her into the restroom stall.

The restroom door was shut. Isabella hadn't reacted in time when Chloe pushed her head against the wall.

Chloe was forceful, and as Isabella's head struck the wall, a buzzing sound rang in her ears. Her head felt like it was ringing, her vision dimming intermittently.

Still, Chloe didn't stop. She yanked Isabella's hair and continued to slam her head against the wall five times before letting go. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella could feel her consciousness fading, but it was evident that Chloe had no intention of letting her off the hook. Chloe continued to berate her, "You damn b***h, do you think marrying Emanuele makes you all high and mighty? Let me tell you, if I kill you now, Emanuele will remarry in no time. He'll forget you in a heartbeat. Emanuele is surrounded by so many women. Do you really think you're the only one he desires? With your chubby figure, Emanuele only likes you because you're young and bring novelty. Why do you believe he'd love you forever? With your ugly and frumpy appearance, you have to squeeze into clothes. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?"

Chloe continued to taunt Isabella while physically assaulting her. Isabella's head, already pounded by Chloe's previous strikes, now felt disoriented. Being subjected to Chloe's relentless kicks and punches left her with no strength to fight back.

She had no choice but to shield herself, attempting to avoid being hit in critical areas. But even with her efforts, her entire body ached, and she felt as if her bones might shatter. Chloe intentionally avoided hitting her face, ensuring that her facial injuries wouldn't be seen by others later.

Isabella was convinced that she wouldn't disclose this incident to Emanuele. As in the past, despite the continuous mistreatment, when faced with questions from Sophia, Isabella would only say it was her fault or that she had accidentally injured herself. It was likely she'd continue with the same strategy to avoid further trouble.

Chloe left the restroom, and Isabella attempted to stand up. However, her entire body throbbed with pain, her mind was hazy, and she lacked the strength to get up. Chloe had been relentless in her attack, and Isabella's tears fell from her eyes. She had been wrong. She thought she had fully rid herself of Chloe's influence, that she was no longer afraid of her. But now, she realized that while she had become stronger psychologically, her physical strength was far from sufficient.

Chloe had easily subdued her, leaving Isabella battered and beaten. Her eyes tightly shut, she felt like she was on the brink of death. Was this where she would meet her end? When would Emanuele discover her?

Soon, the restroom door was kicked open, and Phillip's anxious voice filled the room, "She's here."

Though Isabella couldn't see clearly, she felt a surge of light flood in, and she lifted her head to see someone entering. "Isabella, open your eyes. It's me, you're safe now," Emanuele's worried voice echoed in her ears. Isabella's body felt weightless as she was lifted into someone's arms.

"Damn it, is that b***h Chloe who did this to you?" Emanuele questioned, his anger burning as if he could set the world on fire. Isabella struggled to open her eyes. She knew she was resting against Emanuele's chest. Her forehead brushed against his stubbled jaw, warm and comforting, and it slowly eased her anxiety.

She closed her eyes, drifting into a deep slumber in Emanuele's arms. Emanuele had never experienced such a feeling, one of helplessness, as if he were about to lose everything. He watched the fragile Isabella, appearing as if she were a shattered porcelain doll. He didn't know how careful he had to be to avoid her getting hurt again. Emanuele couldn't help but wish he could take Chloe's life. He was nervous, anxious, feeling the darkness of the world closing in on him as he gazed down at the girl who was now so vulnerable.

Isabella had never been this fragile in Emanuele's eyes, and he was unsure of how to handle her gently to avoid further harm. He had a strong desire to protect her, even though she might later be angry with him for not retaliating against her attacker.

Phillip had never seen his boss like this, and he rushed to check the security footage while speeding to the nearest hospital. Emanuele carried Isabella inside and urgently called for a doctor, "Give her a full-body check-up right away, don't miss any injuries."

"Yes, sir. May I ask your relationship to the patient?"

"I am her husband," Emanuele replied.

After giving his orders, Phillip handed Emanuele the surveillance footage. Emanuele's eyes narrowed as he watched the evidence. It was just as he had suspected; Chloe was behind this.

"Lock that b***h in the dungeon. Give her water but no food, treat her like any other prisoner," Emanuele ordered Phillip.

Emanuele returned to the room and looked at Isabella, who lay unconscious on the bed. He couldn't resist placing his hand gently on her hair.

"Isabella, I trusted you once. I thought you could handle this, but I overestimated your abilities. This time, let me deal with that b***h."

He would make Chloe regret what she had done to Isabella, and regret ever having lived in this world.

Soon, Sophia called Emanuele, her voice trembling with panic. Women were screaming in the background, likely because Phillip was taking Chloe away, and they were protesting.

"Emanuele, what's going on? Why are your men taking Chloe away? She was about to leave Chicago tomorrow."

"Leave? Sophia, that b***h will never leave Chicago again."

"What do you mean?" Sophia was shocked to hear Emanuele use such strong language. It was the first time she had seen him so angry.

"You'll find out when Phillip brings you to the hospital," Emanuele said.

Having seen Isabella injured, he had urgently brought her to the hospital. Those inside the house were clearly unaware of the situation.