Mafia King's precious arrogant wife

Step mother

Today, I left the university in my Maybach Exelero. I have a deep love for cars and bikes, and collecting different types of vehicles has become my hobby.

Upon arriving home, I encounter my elder brother, just returning from his office. He observes me and comments, "Oh, my sister is so happy. I think, again you have collapsed a good relationship."

I laugh and reply, "It is not a good relationship, brother."

"You only know which is good and which is a bad relationship," he mimics.

My brother continues, "I am sure it will happen for you too."

"Don't worry, brother. I won't be in any relationship in the present or the future. If you want any girl, I can fix it for you."

My brother confesses, "No need. You will again spoil my relation, and again I will be out of the mood. So, I don't need any girl."

I don't give my response.

When we enter, I see my stepmother. She asks me and my brother, "How was your day?"

"It was fine," I reply.

After responding, I head to my room. Don't think that my real mom is dead. She is alive, staying with her lover. Because of my father (Ian), my mom (Maeve) left us.

My father has loved my mom since childhood. They were childhood friends, but my mom doesn't love him. Instead, my aunt (Hazel) loves Ian a lot. My father knows that my mother didn't like him because she liked someone else.

My father was selfish when it came to love. When he learned that my mom loved someone else, he made him stay away from her and told him to say that he doesn't like Maeve. So, my mom gradually forgot that person and married my father.

When I was 2 years old, my mom found out the reason why he left her. Importantly, my aunt is the reason my mom discovered 'why he left her.'

But I don't hate my aunt for breaking my father and mother's relationship because I know everyone can be selfish when it comes to so-called love.

My mom and my father had many fights from that day onwards. The house was not as happy and peaceful as before.

My mom petitioned for a divorce, but my father didn't want to give one. After two years, my father gave a divorce, wanting my mom to be happy.

After that year, my father couldn't forget her. When I was 5 years old, my father remarried my aunt (my mom's twin sister). So, my stepmother is my aunt. She didn't hate me and my brother like other stepmothers do, but she loves us like her children. My father and stepmother had a daughter, who is probably 15 years old now.

She hates me a lot and is the opposite of her mother. She fights with me over small things. I forgive her as she's young.

I open my bag to complete my homework. After finishing my annoying homework, I go downstairs. My aunt says, "Come for dinner."

"I will eat in my room, aunt." My aunt nods in agreement.

Before I walk inside, my aunt asks, "Tomorrow is Saturday. Can we go shopping?" I reply, "Okay. But can we go on Sunday as I have some important work?" We spend very little time together even though we are inside the same four walls.

She says, "Okay."

If my stepsister were there for dinner, the house could be two halves. She doesn't like her mom talking to me. Most of the problems are created by my stepsister, so my aunt sent her to a residential school to reduce problems.

I come to my room and have dinner. I start working on my comic. I love drawing and started my own company when I was 15 or 16 years old. There's a reason for creating my company at such a young age.

I used to help my brother and father in their work, so I know a bit about managing a company. I use my professional name 'Lisa' for the business. I don't like being a public figure. My comic book becomes more famous day by day, and as it gains popularity, I expand the company not only in the comic industry but also in the media industry. My company reaches the top 10 companies in the entertainment industry within a few months. My company is now two years old. Within these two years, my company rose to prominence. I have to thank my comic, which helped me a lot in the development of the company. If the comic was not created, my company could still be nameless.

In my family, no one knows about it. Only my secretary and my friend know my real identity. After completing my work, I check the time, and it's 11 o'clock. I hate sleeping early, so I go out for a ride on my bike. I open my room window and look at my surroundings before getting down silently.

After a short period, I come back home through the window.

Who created these rules? I should curse my grandpa who created these many stupid rules. There are many rules for women in my family. If they know that I went out late, they will lock me up for a week. I check the time, and it's 2 o'clock. It's the perfect time to get some sleep.