The Mafia Heir Gave My Wedding To My Sister Chapter 02
I was about to leave when Marco seized my wrist and dragged me onto the stage. “Apologize to Lily.”
My father rose to his feet, his voice like a sentencing judge. “If you don’t apologize, the Moretti family will not attend your wedding tomorrow.”
My mother nodded along.
Marco sneered. “When the Romano family’s people see that the bride’s parents and brother didn’t show up, you’ll be the one humiliated.”
I was the one who’d been wronged.
But they were using my wedding to threaten me.
They knew Adrian and I had been together for seven years. They knew how much I’d looked forward to this wedding.
I’d shared the venue, the bouquet, the menu, the vows in the family group chat.
All I got back were a few cold periods.
It wasn’t that they were busy. They simply didn’t care.
That’s why I didn’t even have a say in my own wedding menu.
They didn’t care about the wedding. They didn’t care about me.
I looked at Lily. “I’m sorry.”
Blood dripped from the corner of my eye onto the floor.
My mother’s voice was detached. “Lily didn’t hear you.”
Adrian sighed. “Emma, what you said earlier really was out of line. Apologize properly. Stop causing problems.”
I repeated the words. I’m sorry.
Once. Ten times. Fifty times.
By the hundredth time, my throat burned raw, and Lily finally smiled.
She picked up a yogurt from the table and dumped it directly on my head. “Emma, eat.”
Cold, slimy yogurt oozed down my hair and under my collar.
Only then did my mother dab at the blood on my temple with a tissue. “You’re both my daughters. I just want to be fair to both of you.”
But my breathing was getting faster and faster.
My knees buckled, and I dropped to a half-kneel on the floor.
Marco’s voice was indifferent. “Lily’s still crying. Shouldn’t you apologize again?”
He kicked me. “Quit acting. Get up.”
My vision went black.
When I woke, I was in a hospital bed.
Adrian was sitting beside me. The moment he saw my eyes open, he grabbed my hand. “Emma, you’re awake? Does anything hurt?”
There was a trace of guilt in his voice. “Lily was crying so hard that everyone forgot you’re allergic to yogurt.”
Apparently, after I collapsed, everyone assumed I was putting on a show.
It wasn’t until a server nearby gasped, “She’s covered in hives!” that Adrian realized I could barely breathe.
Marco walked in carrying a bag of fruit, frowning. “You’re allergic to yogurt? Why didn’t you say so?”
I had. Many times. No one listened.
When I was little, Lily was always sickly, so my parents sent me to the old house and left me in my grandmother Rose’s care.
Every time they favored Lily, Rose would throw them out without a second thought.
But when I was seven, Rose passed away.
She held my hand and said, “No one’s going to protect you anymore, Emma. You have to learn to protect yourself.”
So I spent years giving in.
But in this family, no one ever listened to a word I said.
I looked steadily at Adrian. “Adrian, let’s call off the engagement.”
Adrian froze. “You’re upset? Everything I’ve done to accommodate your sister—wasn’t that for your sake too?”
Marco frowned. “You want to break off the engagement over something this small? Who are you trying to scare?”
Adrian wiped the tears from the corner of my eye, softening his voice. “Come on, you’re just exhausted. After the wedding, I’ll take you on our honeymoon. No Lily. Just us. Okay?”
I caught a glimpse of his phone screen.
It was open to a flight booking page.
My heart softened, just a little.
Then Lily’s call came through immediately.
“Adrian, where are you?”
Adrian had always been cool and detached toward everyone.
I used to think that was simply who he was.
But now, speaking into that phone, his eyes went gentle.
“Lily, I’ll be right back.”
He hung up and turned to me. “I have to go. Get some rest. The wedding’s postponed two weeks. You’re in no shape to attend right now.”
Marco nodded. “Lily can stand in for you on the remaining steps. Just focus on recovering.”
They’d already decided everything for me.
Even my wedding could be handed off to Lily to finish.
After the room fell quiet again, I picked up my phone and called my former boss. “That posting you mentioned—the Marseille office. I’ll take it.”
A pause on the other end. “Emma, that’s a five-year overseas contract. Are you sure?”
My voice was soft. “I’m sure.”
If the only role this family would ever give me was the villain in their story, then I’d leave and be the lead in my own.