My Brothers' Regret After My Death
I was supposed to be the pampered youngest daughter of the Falcone crime family.
My fiancé was Lorenzo, the heir to the Caruso dynasty.
I had three brothers who were the most feared men on the streets.
But everything changed the moment my long-lost older sister returned.
"Isabella was kidnapped by our enemies when she was three. She went through hell until the family found her at eighteen. Why can’t you just cut her some slack?"
"Elena, if Isabella hadn't gone missing, the Don would never have had you just to fill the void. You owe her your life. What right do you have to compete with her?"
Time and again, I stepped back into the shadows for my sister.
But on the night before my wedding, Isabella called Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo... I’m at the Old Port docks. There’s a strange car here and three men just got out... I’m so scared..."
Lorenzo didn't even wait to hear the rest. He slammed on the brakes and kicked me out of the car in the middle of a torrential downpour.
I clung to the door of that black Maybach, begging him.
"Lorenzo, it’s the night before our wedding. This is rival turf."
"Just this once, for the sake of the family’s reputation, can’t you choose me?"
Lorenzo grabbed my wrists and shoved me away.
"If anything happens to Isabella, I swear I’ll send you to hell myself!"
But those "three men" Isabella mentioned? They were actually our three brothers, who were only there to watch the ocean and set off fireworks with her.
That night, my three brothers and my fiancé were at the seaside, showering her with affection.
And I died in an abandoned slaughterhouse on the edge of the city.
This time, I finally gave way to my sister completely.
But tell me—when you saw my corpse, why were you all crying?