บททั้งหมดของ They Bullied Me, Then They Met My Mafia Sister: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

The woman walked towards me, all long legs and liquid grace, a face so precisely sculpted it looked like something out of a high‑fashion fever dream. She was none other than Eloise Grant, my fiancée.My heart gave one stupid, traitorous lurch. I’d always been a shallow idiot for a beautiful face, and hers was a masterpiece of sharp cheekbones and cold, luminous eyes.Rex scuttled to her side the moment he spotted her, all his earlier bravado evaporating into a performance of wounded martyrdom. He clutched his chest with one hand, jabbed at me with the other, and let loose a whine so theatrical it belonged in a poorly written soap opera. “Eloise! Oh thank God you’re here! This jerk stole the suit I’d already chosen, and when I stood up for myself, he attacked me! Look at my jacket! Look what he did to me!”I straightened, smoothed my collar, and summoned what I hoped was a disarmingly charming smile. “Hello, Eloise. I’m Ethan Rosetti. Your fiancé. Now that I’ve seen you in person, I’m

When I saw Isabella—my sister, my savior—something inside me cracked open.“Bella,” I choked out, and the word came out like a child’s sob, raw and broken.She crossed to me in four long strides, shoving the guards aside with a single sharp motion. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling my head against her shoulder.I felt her hand press against the back of my skull, cradling me like I was five years old again. For the first time since this nightmare began, I let myself breathe.She murmured softly, her fingers stroking my hair. “I’m here now. No one’s going to hurt you anymore.”Rex, completely oblivious to the danger bearing down on him, strutted forward with his chest puffed out. He folded his arms, a smug grin plastered across his face, clearly still riding the high of his little power trip.“So you’re his sister, huh?” he said, tilting his head. “Good. Then here are my conditions. The suit your bastard brother touched—you’ll pay me ten times its value. The two slaps and a kick? He kn

The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitorsI shifted closer to my sister, resting my head against her shoulder. “Bella, you shouldn’t apologize. You did what you had to do. You were barely twenty when they died. You took over a gang, kept everyone in line, and still made sure I had everything I needed. You even let me chase my racing dream. How many people in our world get that kind of freedom?”I turned to look at her. “You also built an entire business empire underneath the radar. Those tech startups, the real estate holdings, the import companies—they’re all ours, aren’t they?”Isabella nodded. “I handpicked people with talent and loyalty. I funded them, mentored them, and let them grow. Over the years, the Rosetti family quietly acquired legitimate businesses in every major sector. Most people don’t know we own half of those companies. The Grant Group was one of my earliest projects. Lionel had connections and ambition, but no capital. I gave him both. In r

I turned to my butler, who had been standing silently by the wall. “Send two soldiers to follow them. Make sure they actually go through with it. I want to see a wedding by this time tomorrow.”The butler bowed. “It will be done, sir.”Twenty-four hours passed. True to my instructions, the soldiers reported back that the Grants had scrambled to prepare a wedding.There was no time for an elaborate ceremony—no grand cathedral, no designer gown, no lavish reception. Instead, they were rushed to a small, nondescript chapel on the outskirts of the city, where a bewildered priest had been summoned on short notice.Eloise was dressed in a simple white dress that looked like it had been grabbed off a department store rack. Her hair was hastily pinned up, but strands had already come loose, framing her pale, exhausted face. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her expression was one of pure misery. She looked like a woman being marched to her execution, not a bride on her wedding day.