Stepsister Stole My Life I Took Her World

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize.

She used the designs she stole from me.

What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children.

And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride.

That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.”

My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her.

They got married that night.

With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck.

“Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.”

She was wrong. I had another choice.

I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract.

“I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

My father was stunned when I agreed to take my stepsister’s place.

“Odessa, do you have any idea what kind of monster Jude Moretti is? They call him the Butcher of New York's underworld. They say when he loses it, he skins traitors with his own hands. You think you’ll come back in one piece?”

Before I could answer, my stepmother cut in, her eyes darting nervously.

“If Odessa doesn’t go, Sandra dies. Our Sandra, who already sacrificed her reputation by marrying Marco just to escape that monster. The Morettis are savages, but even savages have rules. They won’t touch a married woman…”

Conflict flickered in my father's eyes. He slowly let go of my hand and slumped back into his chair.

My heart turned to ice.

This house stopped being a home the day my mother died.

Sandra stole my father's love. She stole my designs.

Now she wanted me to jump into this man-eating pit for her.

And my right hand… useless.

All because they stuck me with some quack doctor after the accident.

And now, to protect Sandra, they were throwing me to the wolves without a second thought.

I let out a cold laugh, my eyes hard. “Fine, I’ll marry him. But on one condition. The day I get married, Sandra has to admit it, in public. Tears of Medusa was my design.”

“Are you crazy?! You want to ruin your sister’s future?!” my father roared, slamming his hands on the desk.

My stepmother looked heartbroken. “Odessa, how could you be so cruel? Sandra is the future of this family!”

My face was a mask of scorn, my voice like ice. “The Moretti Godfather specifically asked for the ‘genius designer.’ You can’t have it all. She can have her