All Chapters of My Brothers' Regret After My Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I gripped the edge of the bulletproof window, my knuckles turning white from the strain as the icy rain lashed against my face.Lorenzo looked at me like I was a stranger—an inconvenience. He peeled my fingers off the glass, one by one."Elena! Dammit, she’s your sister. Can you stop being so cold-hearted?""Isabella lived in the slums for years; she can't handle fear like this. If she gets hurt because I didn't go to her, I’ll never forgive myself."My sister’s name is Isabella. We are the daughters of the most powerful Mafia family in the city.And I was nothing more than her shadow.With one final shove, my fingers slipped from the frame.The heavy car door slammed shut with a sickening thud, cutting off the warmth of the heater and my last shred of hope.The black sedan roared away, splashing me with mud as it disappeared into the storm.Right then, my phone rang. It was my eldest brother, Luca."Elena, did you try to stop Lorenzo from coming?""How can you be so selfish? You’ve en

Before Luca could even find his voice, Matteo, the second brother, snatched the phone away. As the family’s Consigliere, he was naturally suspicious and an expert at sniffing out lies."Don't listen to this 'cop's' bullshit, Luca. This is ridiculous. If she’s hiring actors, she’s doing a piss-poor job. Everyone knows the Falcone and Caruso families are merging. No one would be stupid enough to touch her today."Matteo let out a cold laugh, hung up, and tossed the phone back on the table."Elena is just trying to make us panic. She’s using this extreme stunt to compete with Isabella for attention. She’s mimicking Isabella’s 'disappearance' from back then, fishing for a reaction. Luca, ignore her."Dante sat nearby, cleaning his Glock. He nodded in agreement; he trusted Matteo’s judgment implicitly.Watching their cold, indifferent faces from the air, I felt as if my heart was being pierced by a Siberian wind.Isabella was their precious jewel, but wasn't I Falcone blood too?Years ago,

The lead detective held up a blood-stained engagement ring. It was a Caruso family heirloom, now encrusted with dried blood and filth."Mr. Caruso, we aren't playing games.""We found this ring at the crime scene."That diamond ring, tucked inside a clear evidence bag, flickered with a haunting light under the harsh, cold lamps of the Caruso penthouse.It was the stone Lorenzo had flown to South Africa for six months ago, hand-picking the most perfect diamond out of thousands. Inside the band, our initials were engraved: L & E.Now, it was encrusted with dried, blackened blood.The detective’s voice was flat, like he was reading off a grocery list."The victim’s face was unrecognizable. This was the only personal item found on her. Forensics confirmed it belongs to Miss Elena Falcone."The words hit Lorenzo like a sledgehammer to the chest.Lorenzo’s face went ghost-white. Even his lips lost their color."Impossible... this has to be a fake.""Which crew sent you? Is this a joke? The R

In the Falcone family, suspicion didn't go to court; it went through Matteo’s computer.As the Consigliere, Matteo controlled every information network the family owned. He didn't need a warrant. He simply gave the word, and his soldiers pinned Isabella down, forcibly seizing her phone and laptop.Isabella screamed, clawing to get her devices back, but Dante grabbed her wrists and slammed her face-down onto the sofa."Let me go! I’m your sister! You’re doing this to me for a dead girl?"Nobody listened to her cries. Even though Isabella had deleted her call logs and formatted her phone, her attempts at a cover-up were pathetic in front of the family’s top-tier hackers.Ten minutes later, Matteo’s hands stopped moving over the keys."Here’s your proof."Matteo’s voice was flat, as cold as a corpse in a freezer.Matteo had cracked a private cloud backup Isabella kept on an offshore server. Inside was a folder labeled "Trash."His finger hovered over the trackpad for a long time before he

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!"Lorenzo let out a roar like a wounded beast—a sound fueled not just by rage, but by absolute, soul-crushing despair.BANG—A single gunshot shattered the heavy, expensive silence of the living room.Isabella’s shrill, manic laughter stopped instantly, like a radio being smashed to pieces.A dark red hole appeared right between her eyes. Her stare remained wide, frozen with that same crazed, smug expression she’d worn a second ago, but her body lost all its strength. She buckled and slumped backward.With a heavy thud, her corpse hit the thick Persian rug. Blood began to bloom across the fabric like a dark, poisonous flower.Lorenzo’s arm hung limp, smoke still curling from the barrel of his gun. His eyes were completely hollow.The room went dead silent.No one screamed. No one even rushed over to check on her.Luca and Dante just stared at the body on the floor, their faces like stone. Matteo closed his eyes, took off his glasses, and began to wipe them clean.In