The sun was rising.
I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow.
Sunday… again.
Most people loved Sundays. A day to relax, to breathe, to forget the world for a while.
But me?
I hated it. Completely. Wholeheartedly.
Because Sundays gave me too much time to think.
I'm Luna. Twenty-five years old. A struggler. A jobless girl… currently living in my stepbrother's house.
And I hate him.
Adrain. Twenty-seven. Cold, distant, and always buried in work.
Life didn't always look like this.
My real father cheated on my mother and left us like we meant nothing. I still remember the nights she cried when she thought I was asleep. Later, she fell in love again—this time with a powerful man. A mafia don. A man feared by everyone.
She married him.
And just like that, our lives changed.
We had money. Power. Luxury. Everything people dream about.
But somehow… I missed the days when it was just me and her. Simple food. Small home. Real happiness.
Time is strange like that. It changes everything when you least expect it.
I turned my head and glanced at the alarm clock.
9:00 AM.
For most people, that's morning.
For me, it might as well be afternoon.
Being jobless does have its perks.
With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, grabbing my phone from under the pillow. My feet carried me lazily downstairs toward the kitchen.
The kitchen was… ridiculous.
Huge. Polished. Luxurious. It had everything—more than anyone could ever need.
I walked into the pantry, which was always fully stocked, and made myself an onion omelette, toasted a slice of bread, and poured a cup of coffee.
My favorite breakfast.
Simple. Comforting.
I sat alone at the long dining table, eating quietly. The house was too big. Too silent.
After finishing, I headed upstairs, took a shower, and got dressed in my usual—blue jeans and a white shirt.
Simple. Comfortable.
I dried my hair, letting my curls fall naturally. Golden curls. Hazel eyes. Genetics, I guess.
Once ready, I went downstairs again, stopping in front of Adrain's study.
I knocked twice.
"Hello? Brother… may I come in?"
"Come in."
His deep voice came from inside.
I opened the door.
There he was—sitting behind his desk, coffee in hand, eyes fixed on his laptop. Always the same.
Busy. Distant. Untouchable.
I sighed quietly and sat on the couch.
"Brother… I—I think I'll take your offer," I said, trying to sound confident. "I want a job. I can't find one on my own. Can I start working at your company? I'll work hard, I promise."
He looked up at me, finally acknowledging my presence.
"Yes, you can."
That's it.
No emotion. No encouragement. Just a simple answer.
I nodded, already used to it, and quietly left the room.
Pulling out my phone, I called my best friend—Kiara.
She picked up on the second ring.
"Hey babygirl," I said with a small smile.
"Come on, spill it! Did your demon brother agree or not?" she asked excitedly.
I laughed. She knew me too well.
"Yep. He said yes. I'm finally getting a job!"
"OH MY GOD!" she squealed. "We're celebrating tonight. Be ready at 10. Club. No excuses."
I walked toward the garden, sitting on my favorite swing as it moved gently.
"Fine," I said, smiling despite myself.
"Wear something sexy. Tonight might be our lucky night," she added in a teasing tone.
I burst out laughing.
Typical Kiara.
"Okay, bye," I said before hanging up.
I went back to my room and opened my closet.
And stared.
And stared.
And… stared.
Half an hour later, I gave up.
Nothing looked good enough.
"Ugh… I need something better."
Grabbing my wallet and phone, I headed back downstairs and knocked on Adrain's study again.
Without waiting, I walked in.
"I'm going shopping. I need your credit card. And I'm going out tonight with Kiara," I said quickly.
He looked up.
That look.
Great. A lecture.
He stood up and walked toward me.
"How many times do I need to tell you, Luna?" he said calmly, but his tone was sharp. "You should behave like an adult. Partying will take you nowhere. Tonight, you stay home. I'll guide you through the basics. Tomorrow, you start at the office."
I clenched my jaw.
"Blood-related or not, you are my sister. I won't hear any more excuses."
I sighed, defeated.
"Fine. At least let me go shopping. I need something for tomorrow."
He stared at me for a moment, then pulled out his wallet and handed me his card.
"Don't waste my money on stupid things."
I nodded silently and walked out.
A few minutes later, I was in the backseat of our black Mercedes.
The city moved fast outside the window.
Busy. Loud. Dangerous.
This wasn't just any city.
This was a city controlled by five powerful families.
And mine?
The Gambino crime family.
One of the biggest.
Now led by Adrain.
Five years ago, my mother and stepfather died in a car accident.
I was twenty.
Since then, I've lived under Adrain's protection.
Because being connected to a mafia family—even by name—means one thing:
You're never truly safe.
I looked out the window again.
To anyone else, it might seem like I was just a girl sitting in a car, going shopping.
But deep down…
I knew we were never alone.
There were guards. Cars. Eyes everywhere.
Watching.
Protecting.
Waiting.
Even with all this safety measures and luxurious i still wish ....
What might have our lives could be if only it was simplier less complicated less messy and more liveable.....
Only if my real dad have been honest....
Only if my mom have choosen me before her.....
Only if either of them cared about my little heart....
I sigh.... my thoughts are always like that.
Filled with a pathetic version of hatered. And lots of maybe this or that's....
I wander if only i had my own small little family ....could it still be this dramatic? Messy? Complicated?....