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Death is far better than living with two elder siblings. The siblings who are ready all the time to push you in problems to save their asses.

An elder sister that hates you and is so jealous because you are going to marry the man of her dreams. And an elder brother who is using you just to strengthen his position among the mafia.

Only sensible person in this house is my brother's wife Gianna, and her 2 years old daughter Aida.

"Hello Emilia, the most important human in this family." Someone taunted me and I need not to lift my head up in order to know who it is.

Of course, it's Lily, my elder sister.

Just ignore her, she isn't worth the time and efforts, I reminded myself.

"Heard that Adriano is coming for lunch today." She came closer and leaned onto the kitchen counter where I was preparing the lunch.

Ignore her, my mind kept repeating.

"Aww look at you, are you just going to ignore me? Come on now, soon you will get married and start the best of your life, fuck a hot husband and if he be generous enough he will also not share you with his brothers."

Why she always have to remind me of what might happen to me in near future?

Sharing a wife is a common thing here.

"Or you know, he might bring his mistress home and make you watch while he fucks her." Why does she always have to say all these things that make my head spin?

To hurt me? To provoke me?

"I know you act so innocent and uninterested in this marriage but you still desire for Adriano to turn you into his pet." She commented.

"I am just thinking that will you be Don's dog or kitten or rather a.....Pig."

She is crossing her limits now.

"Go away Lily." why does she think so bad for me all the time? If I had even a little power I either would have run away or I would face Adriano and reject his proposal for marriage.

But I am a punk ass coward.

He makes my legs wobble, my throat dry and my mouth sealed.

"Oh come on Emilia, I am your sister. I know you are dying to be his little obedient wife, aren't you?"

"Lily I don't, OK." Tears pooled my eyes because I felt so powerless and humiliated.

"I don't want to marry him, I just want to run away, you can have him all you want which we both know is never going to happen, so just shut up and stop irritating me now please. Leave." My cheeks got covered in tears as I saw a beaming smile on her face.

That was her sole intention, I should have know. To humiliate me, to remind me what is waiting for me after marriage. To corrupt my mind so that I take the wrong step and speak the words I shouldn't have.

But the humiliation she gave me is nothing compared to the fear of Don I have in my mind. His fear is the only thing that is keeping me from running away from this hell.

She went out of the kitchen, leaving me in pool of my own tears and she looked so happy.

In past seven years, I never for once talked to any boy other than family, never gone out with any friend as I was not allowed to make friends, spent most of my time in kitchen, mother says it is my 'training' on how to become a good wife.

The thought of marriage seems like a collar around my neck. But I can't do anything about it.

I can't run away from all of this. He will hunt me down, one way or another.

I think every girl has thought of running away from her family atleast once in her life. And I am no different.