The Mafia Heir Gave My Wedding To My Sister Chapter 01
After the fire, Lily’s mind stayed frozen at seven years old forever.
From that day on, everyone in the Moretti family played the same fairy tale game with her.
Our mother, Elena, was the gentle queen. Our brother, Marco, was the handsome knight.
And me—Emma Moretti—I had to strap on a thirty-pound weight belt, drag one leg like it was injured, and play the wicked witch.
In the Moretti household, Lily’s tears carried more weight than Don Vincent’s orders.
The moment she cried, meetings could be paused, deals could be postponed, and everyone had to revolve around her.
Only me. I was the one who always had to give in.
Until I met Adrian Romano.
He was the heir to the Romano family—and the man I’d loved for seven years.
The first time he saw the weight belt strapped to my leg, he went quiet for a long time.
Then he crouched down, unbuckled the straps with his own hands, and murmured, “Emma, from today on, I’ll only ever be good to you.”
I believed him.
But when I brought him back to the Moretti estate, Lily came running out with her doll, insisting Adrian play the prince from the neighboring kingdom and marry her as his princess.
I whispered to him, “Just bear with it. She’s only playing a game.”
Adrian took the plastic sword and played along, over and over again.
After a while, the irritation was obvious on his face.
But every time Lily cried, he’d pick that sword right back up.
I told myself that once the wedding was over, I could finally leave this family.
But the day before the wedding, Lily grabbed my wedding dress and wouldn’t let go, crying that she wanted to be the princess too.
My father handed me an ugly fake nose, his voice cold and hard. “You’ve played the witch for years. What’s one more time tomorrow?”
My mother placed the thirty-pound weight belt in my hands. “There will be so many guests tomorrow. Do you want Lily to have a meltdown in front of everyone?”
Marco had his arm around Lily, his gaze icy. “The Moretti family can only have one princess. Emma, don’t embarrass us all.”
I looked at Adrian.
He’d promised me. He said he’d never let me be hurt again.
But he draped the black witch’s cloak over my shoulders himself, his tone flat. “Emma, just bear with it one more time. Don’t upset Lily.”
I stared into those eyes that had once made me feel safe.
In that moment, I was completely, finally awake.
I slipped off the engagement ring and held it out to Lily. “How can a princess not have a jeweled ring? Here—do you want this one too?”
The living room went dead silent.
My father frowned. “What are you trying to pull now?”
My mother sighed. “You’re an adult, Emma. Stop making Lily unhappy.”
Adrian patted Lily’s head. “Lily, give the ring back to me, okay?”
Lily shook her head furiously and clutched the diamond ring tighter.
Adrian let out a low laugh, the kind you’d give an indulged child.
He picked up one of the cheap plastic rings from the game and slipped it onto my finger. “Emma, wear this for now. It’s just a ceremony. You’re the only bride I’ll ever have.”
The wedding planner walked over with the menu.
Lily couldn’t eat spicy food. Spicy food was my favorite.
But after my parents and Marco made their selections, the menu was almost entirely bland dishes.
Marco said, “Missing one spicy meal won’t kill you. Lily being happy is what matters.”
I said, “But this is my wedding.”
My mother pressed down on my hand. “Stop arguing.”
The officiant asked awkwardly, “So—which young lady walks down the aisle first?”
Lily immediately looked at Adrian.
Adrian let go of my hand. “Emma, she just wants to see what it feels like.”
So I sat in the audience, holding that ridiculous witch costume in my lap.
I watched Lily put on the wedding gown I’d waited six months for, carry the bouquet of white irises I loved most, and lean against Adrian’s arm.
My mother filmed it through tears and posted it to her private social media. “My daughter is all grown up. I’m so proud of her.”
My father took Lily’s hand and placed it solemnly into Adrian’s palm. “Adrian Romano, I’m entrusting her to you.”
Every single Moretti was smiling.
The men sent by the Romano family stood off to the side. None of them looked at me.
When the rehearsal ended, Lily stood on tiptoe and kissed Adrian on the cheek.
The entire room went still.
Adrian didn’t push her away.
He just pinched her cheek with a helpless expression. “We’re rehearsing that too? Emma’s going to be upset later.”
Everyone turned to look at me.
I smiled. “It’s fine. I wish them all the best.”
I looked at Adrian, my voice barely above a whisper. “After all, if Adrian prefers a girl with the mind of a seven-year-old, that’s nothing to do with me.”
Lily’s tears fell instantly.
My father stepped in front of her, erupting with rage. “How could you say that about your own sister? Your grandmother spoiled you rotten back then—this is the result.”
My mother rushed to comfort Lily.
The next second, the bouquet in Lily’s hand flew straight at my face.
A sharp stem sliced across the corner of my eye. Blood ran immediately.
But Lily was the one crying, throwing herself into Adrian’s arms. “Adrian can only marry me!”
Everyone scrambled to console her.
Adrian took one step toward me, but Lily grabbed the hem of his jacket.
The man who’d sworn he’d never let me be hurt again stopped in his tracks and murmured softly to her, “Lily, don’t be scared. I’m here.”
In that instant, my heart went completely cold.