The Mafia Heir Gave My Wedding To My Sister Chapter 04
My mother covered her face and wept. “All you’ve ever cared about is Rose, your whole life. What on earth did that woman turn you into?”
My father’s jaw was tight. “Emma, you’re the one in the wrong here. Get on your knees. Apologize to your sister and your brother. Promise you’ll never take anything from them again.”
He paused, then added, “Otherwise, don’t bother coming through that door ever again.”
My mother looked at the scrape on Lily’s wrist. “And you owe Lily a gold bracelet to replace it. If you refuse, then as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a daughter named Emma.”
I looked at them.
The last flicker of hope I’d held for this family guttered out completely.
I said, “Fine.”
My mother didn’t hear me clearly.
Marco scowled. “Louder. Apologize.”
I lifted my head. My mouth tasted of blood. “I said fine. Let’s sever ties.”
My father’s face went white. “You dare talk back?”
My mother sighed. “Emma, don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Marco scoffed. “Who doesn’t know you’re the best at playing the good daughter? Drop the act.”
I was about to say more when Lily suddenly went pale, clutching Adrian’s sleeve. “Adrian, my chest hurts really bad.”
Everyone panicked instantly.
My father went to call for a car. My mother scrambled to pack things. Marco scooped Lily into his arms. Adrian followed them out.
No one spared a thought for the fact that I was covered in injuries.
On his way out, Adrian pressed a Band-Aid into my palm and murmured, “Wait for me. Don’t do anything rash.”
The door closed.
The Moretti estate went quiet.
I braced myself against the wall and stood up. I organized my bags one last time.
Then I called to cancel the wedding venue and the gown order.
The clerk hesitated. “Ma’am, the dress you waited six months for just arrived. Are you really sure?”
I said, “I don’t want it anymore.”
She paused. “That’s a shame. But—I hope you’ll be happy, wedding or not.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
I left Adrian’s Band-Aid on the corner of the table. Underneath it, I placed the cheap plastic ring.
That tiny sliver of love he’d rationed out to me—I didn’t want that either.
On the way to the airport, my phone kept buzzing with news alerts.
On screen, Lily wore the wedding gown I’d ordered, nestled in Adrian’s arms.
The headlines scrolled in bold:
“Romano Holdings Boss Adrian Romano Weds His Most Beautiful Bride.”
The comments were buzzing.
“They’re perfect together.”
“I heard the bride suffered some kind of mental trauma, but the way she looks at Adrian is so pure.”
“You can tell—being loved like that can bring someone back to life.”
I stared at the screen and almost laughed.
Then a message from Adrian came through.
“Lily got upset. Nothing I did could calm her down.”
“I had no choice. I gave her your wedding to make up for it.”
A message from my mother followed.
“Stop making a scene. Your sister just has this one little wish. As her older sister, you should let her have it.”
My father and Marco said nothing.
But they’d both changed their profile pictures to Lily’s wedding photos.
I sent Adrian one word.
“Okay.”
Then I blocked them. One by one.
The flight began boarding.
I turned around and didn’t look back.
On the other side, Adrian still had a trace of a smile on his face.
He’d expected me to break down. To lose it. To cry and beg him for an explanation, the way I always had before.
But when he saw my reply, the smile drained from his face, bit by bit.