The Mafia Heir Gave My Wedding To My Sister Chapter 10
Later, I heard that after the Morettis paid for my father’s treatment, Lily had another episode.
My mother emptied what was left of the family savings for her care—millions of dollars.
But Lily’s condition kept swinging between good and bad.
My mother couldn’t take it anymore and snapped at her.
The outburst triggered Lily, and she ran away from home.
They searched for two weeks before they found her.
After that, my mother never dared raise her voice again. She could only treat Lily like a full-time patient who needed round-the-clock care.
She was barely in her forties, but she looked like she was past sixty.
Relatives and old family friends all watched from the sidelines, whispering.
They said she’d bet everything on Lily and thrown away the one daughter who’d actually been willing to support the family.
You don’t know what you’ve lost until it’s gone.
My mother cried every day, posting sentimental messages on her social media, hoping I’d glance back just once.
After Marco got out, his record followed him everywhere. Every job application hit a wall.
He pinned his hopes on our mother begging me to find him a position.
When he realized she couldn’t deliver, he started blowing up at home.
They went at each other like they’d lost their minds—pointing fingers, screaming accusations.
Each one insisted it was the other who’d treated me so badly, who’d dragged the family to where it was now.
Then they set their sights on Adrian.
They hounded him for money every other day.
Adrian couldn’t take the harassment and ended up blocking all of them.
But he hadn’t counted on them showing up at the Romano Holdings entrance to make a scene.
They had Lily stand outside the building, sobbing and screaming that Adrian was her husband.
The spectacle was ugly beyond measure.
Adrian’s credibility within the Romano family and the board of directors collapsed entirely.
He lost the Boss position and was pushed out of the family’s inner circle.
In the end, Adrian filed charges against the Morettis for extortion.
The people who’d once stood on the same side turned on each other completely.
A friend asked me, “Does it feel satisfying?”
I shook my head, my expression flat. “They’re not fighting because they feel remorse.”
“They’re a group of people who only know how to take—and they’ve just realized the only person willing to give is gone.”
“So now they’re cannibalizing each other.”
“The only thing I regret is not leaving sooner.”
I pushed open the window.
The wind hit my face—clean and light.
I smiled at my friend. “Enough about them. I’ve got a meeting this afternoon.”
“Thanks for telling me all this. Lunch is on me.”
My friend smiled back. “I heard you’re about to get promoted. Congratulations.”
The corner of my mouth lifted, just slightly.
After I left them behind, my life finally went quiet.
I would keep walking forward, carving out a path that belonged to no one but me.
As for all the ugliness of the past—it would stay in the past, exactly where it belonged.
And I would keep moving ahead.