I Married My Sister's Mafia Fiancé
Piper Hayes · Completed · 7.0k Words
Introduction
Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.
My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.
And me? I got the polished CEO.
Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.
We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.
Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.
Chapter 1
Riley's POV
The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.
Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.
My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.
And me? I got the polished CEO.
Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.
We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.
Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.
"Grace, I'm marrying Marcus. You take Ethan. We switch."
I stand in the dressing room doorway, staring at my sister's tear-streaked face in the mirror.
She whips around, eyes wide. "Are you out of your mind? That's Marcus Kane! Do you have any idea what he'll do to you?"
"Yeah, I know exactly who he is. That's why I can't let you go through with it."
Downstairs, I can hear Mom and Dad arguing. Mom's voice drifts up: "The Kanes won't want Riley with that temper. Grace is refined. She's a better fit."
Like hell she is.
"Plus he's got that childhood friend!" Grace grabs my arm. "She'll come after you with everything she's got. You won't survive there! Your temper? They'll never accept you!"
"Which is exactly why you shouldn't go." I look her dead in the eye. "Grace, I know you. They'll destroy you. I'm different."
"I don't take shit from anyone. If it works out, great. If not, I fight back. Get even. No hesitation, no regrets. I live how I want."
"Besides, we've got resources. Worst case? I come back home." I flash her a grin. "Call off the engagement. What's the big deal?"
Grace stares at me, eyes welling up again. But this time, she doesn't argue.
After a long silence, she smiles through her tears and nods.
"Okay. We switch."
I push Grace into the silver sedan heading to the Ashfords and climb into the black armored SUV parked beside it.
The door slams shut. Cigar smoke hits me immediately. The driver is built like a brick wall with a face to match. When he sees me, surprise flashes across his face, then turns to contempt.
"Isn't this Miss Riley? You got the wrong car. The boss is marrying Miss Grace."
"Cut the crap. As of today, I'm your boss's wife. Drive."
The guy freezes, his mouth twitching. Finally, he starts the engine.
We barely make it a few yards before I hear running footsteps behind us. I look back and see Mom and Dad burst out of the house, Mom's face white as paper.
I lean out the window and yell, "Don't worry! I'll take care of myself!"
The car pulls away, leaving them behind.
I sink back into the seat, watching the streets blur past the window. Honestly, I'm putting on a brave face, but inside? I'm nervous.
This is a legendary mafia leader we're talking about. Cold-blooded, brutal, ruthless.
But I'd rather gamble with my own life than send Grace to her death.
About half an hour in, the car dies with a loud bang.
The driver gets out, cursing under his breath. I wait five minutes, lose patience, and get out too. I roll up my sleeves and start messing with the engine. The driver stands there stunned for a few seconds before crouching down to help.
We work on it for ten minutes. Nothing.
I stand up and wipe the grease off my hands. "Forget it. We'll walk."
"Walk?" His eyes go wide. "Miss Riley, you can't just... this isn't right..."
"What's wrong with it?" I start walking. "You want to stand here in the middle of nowhere for an hour? Come or don't, your call."
Behind me, the driver sighs heavily and follows.
Forty minutes later, I finally see the estate. Fortified like a damn fortress. By now, I'm covered in sweat with black grease stains all over my clothes.
The guards at the gate move to stop me.
"I'm here for the wedding." I point at the wheezing driver behind me. "He'll vouch for me."
The driver rushes forward to explain. The guards exchange looks, half confused, half amused, before stepping aside.
I don't bother acknowledging them and walk straight in.
The estate is huge, but nothing like I expected. No flowers. No red carpet. Not even anyone here to greet me.
I snort. A power play, huh?
The grease is sticky and gross against my skin. I look around for a butler or someone who can point me to a bathroom.
That's when a voice cuts through from the couch across the room.
"So this is the Sterling family's eldest daughter?" The voice is pure mockery. "Looking like that? What happened to those fancy manners?"
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Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."
Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."
Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"
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I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
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When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
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I Died While They Threw Her a Party
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When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.
My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
Bury Me in His Regret
The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
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When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
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Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
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Shattered Girl
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