The Mafia Heir Gave My Wedding To My Sister Chapter 05
He’d only meant to take Lily to the doctor.
But at the hospital, Lily saw a bride on the TV screen and leaned against him, looking crushed. “Adrian, will I never get to wear a wedding dress, not even once in my whole life?”
The way she looked at him—so dependent, so trusting.
Adrian’s heart softened, and before he knew it, he’d actually agreed to give her a wedding.
Now, staring at my cold, one-word reply, something inside him lurched with unease.
Marco leaned over and glanced at the screen, snorting dismissively. “She’s faking it again. Probably hiding somewhere crying her eyes out.”
My mother was completely certain. “Emma’s been tough since she was little. She can take it. When she was three, we sent her to the old house. During the day she helped out around the property; at night she studied. Rose was getting on in years and couldn’t manage everything, so the child went hungry plenty of times—but she still came first in every exam.”
My father nodded. “When we brought Lily back to visit, she was dressed like a little princess. Emma was in hand-me-downs, playing by the river, filthy. When she saw Lily, she thought she was an angel. The moment someone told her that was her sister, she was overjoyed—kept saying she had an angel for a sister.”
My mother’s voice actually carried a note of pride. “Well, of course. Lily wore designer children’s clothes I picked out myself from the day she was born. Who wouldn’t call her beautiful? Emma, on the other hand—wearing other people’s leftovers, dirty from head to toe. I could barely recognize her as my own daughter.”
My father sighed. “When Emma was small, she was still close to us. As she got older, she always seemed like she was on guard around us.”
Marco sneered. “She just wants attention. Always going on about how we treated her badly. It’s not like the old house cost anything to run. A hundred dollars a month wasn’t enough for her? She’s just greedy.”
Adrian listened to them talk, and for the first time, something uncomfortable settled in his chest.
The version of me he usually saw was bright, driven—like nothing could knock me down.
It had never occurred to him that my childhood had actually been that hard.
The officiant came over to escort the bride to the dressing room.
Adrian hurriedly typed out a message to me.
“Emma, the wedding was just a formality. I’ll come get you in a couple of days.”
Failed to send.
A red exclamation mark popped up.
Adrian stood frozen, a sharp ache slamming through his chest.
Even as he carried Lily into the dressing room, the joy from earlier was gone.
Lily sat in his lap, her face flushed, and reached for his belt.
Adrian caught on a beat too late. He grabbed her hand, staring hard into her eyes. “Lily, who taught you to do that?”
Lily answered sweetly, “Mommy did. She said Emma is a bad girl who doesn’t deserve to marry you.”
Something heavy sank to the pit of Adrian’s stomach.
Of course he knew the Moretti family’s business had been sliding for years, that they relied on the Romano family for almost everything now.
But to think they’d go so far as to destroy their own daughter’s marriage for the sake of leverage.
His gaze toward Lily cooled. “Lily, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”
Lily pouted. “No.”
She climbed up pitifully, draping herself over his shoulder. “Adrian, don’t you like Lily anymore?”
She moved too quickly, and her collar slipped.
That innocent face paired with those motions only made Adrian’s stomach turn.
He tamped down his irritation and pulled her clothes back into place.