All Chapters of I Thought My Sister Was a Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The day after Mary returned to the Winsley family, the school forum blew up with rumors.[The real rich man’s daughter’s old photos from the countryside have surfaced. She appears to have close ties to people in shady circles.][Black cars picking her up, a scar-faced man handing her a bag—the Winsley family’s biological daughter has a questionable background.][The fake rich man’s daughter actually looks like a socialite. The real one looks more like a gang leader.]They had secretly taken the photos outside the orphanage.Mary stood beside a black car when Mark handed her a brown paper bag. They had darkened the photos to make it look like some sort of crime scene.I stared at the screen. My hands and feet felt cold.This was not some petty fight between kids.Someone deliberately put Mary in the spotlight.First, they used the “black cars,” “scar-faced man,” and “brown paper bag” to stir up a public frenzy. Then, they drew the attention of the school, parents, the media, an

“It doesn’t matter whether I trust in you or not.” I lowered my voice. “What matters most is that you don’t test Mary’s limits. “She isn’t some sort of helpless country girl whom you think you can push around with no one backing her up.”Fiona bit her lip as tears rolled down her cheeks.“John, you make her sound terrifying.”I thought to myself, ‘She really is terrifying.’However, I kept that to myself.“Just remember what I told you.”The next afternoon, the birthday party began.Fiona stood under the crystal chandeliers in an haute couture gown. She looked like a beautiful flower that had been carefully cultivated in a greenhouse from the day she was born.Mary stood on the other side of the room in a long black dress. She pinned up her hair. She did not put on any jewelry. However, her cool, distant presence reminded me of a sheathed blade.People glanced her way and whispered among themselves.“So, that’s their biological daughter, huh?”“She has a pretty good presen

Mary finally looked at Fiona.Her gaze was cold.Yet it was not the same coldness I had seen at the orphanage that first day.This was the coldness of someone who had spent too long holding everything inside, waiting too long, and had finally laid the truth out in broad daylight.She raised her hand.Someone behind her handed her a document folder.It was not one of the men in black.It was the police.Two police officers stepped out from behind the crowd and flashed their badges.“Ms. Winsley, regarding the hit-and-run cover-up from five years ago on West City Road, we need you to come with us and assist with the investigation.”Fiona screamed and scrambled behind Mom.“Mom! Help me! I didn’t mean to! I swear I didn’t! I’d had too much to drink that night. I was just scared!”Mom stared at her. All the strength seemed to drain from her body.“So, it really was you?”Fiona sobbed so hard she could barely breathe.“I don’t want to go to prison! I was only 16 years old bac

“I know.”Mom cried even harder.The words did not mean forgiveness.They were simply stating a fact.You did not know, so you were biased.You did not know, so you protected her.Finally, you did not know, so I had no choice but to investigate everything myself all these years.The calmer Mary remained, the more Mom fell apart.I walked over to them. I wanted to say something, but every word felt inadequate.Mary looked at me.“I’m going to the police station.”I immediately straightened up. “I’ll drive you.”She looked at me for a few seconds.“Okay.”As we drove to the police station, Mary kept her eyes on the window.We were almost there when she asked, “Why weren’t you surprised at all tonight?”My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.There was no way I could tell her that I had spent all this time convinced she was some sort of mafia leader, and that I had expected to watch her take down everyone that night.I cleared my throat.“I trust you.”Mary tur

I froze. The next moment, I came back to my senses.She did not mean that she did not know if our family was willing to pay for it.She was wondering if our family would once again use things like “how a girl should behave,” “what the family expects from you,” or “what’s best for the family’s reputation” to hold her back.I pulled out a chair and sat down.“What you want to study is up to you. Even if our family says no, I’m saying yes.”She looked at me, then she smiled.It was a faint smile.However, it was one of the few genuinely relaxed smiles I saw from her since she came home.“Does your approval actually count for anything?”I immediately said, “I still have some say at Winsley Group.”She nodded. Her expression was serious.“John, I’ll have to rely on you to look out for me, then.”When she called me by my name, it warmed my heart.I almost wanted to get her ten different law books on the spot.In order to make up for everything she had missed, I awkwardly learne