The world called them monsters. Presidents discussed them behind closed doors. Intelligence agencies tracked them. Rival organizations disappeared overnight after making a single mistake. To the world, they were the most powerful mafia family alive. To me... They were simply my family. Our mansion sat on a private island, surrounded by forests, cliffs, and enough security to stop an army. Thousands of loyal soldiers worked for us, but inside the estate, no one cared about ranks or fear. Only the Family Code mattered. The oldest rule had existed for generations: An elder sibling's word was final. The younger never argued. Never ignored an order. Never walked away after being called. Not because they were powerless—but because that was how trust had always worked in our family. I had no choice but to follow it. Being the youngest meant I had three older brothers and two older sisters, and every single one of them believed it was their life's mission to protect me. If I wanted to leave the mansion, at least one of them had to know. If I skipped breakfast, someone noticed. If I came home with the tiniest scratch, the person responsible usually regretted existing. It was impossible to hide anything. One brother would silently figure it out. Another would interrogate everyone around me. One sister would fuss over me for hours while pretending she wasn't worried. The other would distract me with shopping, movies, or desserts until I smiled again. Their personalities couldn't have been more different, but on one thing they never disagreed— Me. Sometimes it was unbearable. Imagine having five people older than you who could all order you around. "Stay inside." "Finish your dinner." "No." "You are absolutely not going there." "Ask permission first." Every argument ended the same way. "...Fine." Because the Family Code wasn't optional. The only person allowed to ignore the rules was the head of the family. Unfortunately... That wasn't me. Still, there was one advantage to being the youngest. No one else in the world was allowed to make me cry. If someone dared to insult me, my siblings somehow knew before I even reached home. If anyone threatened me, they weren't just facing one person. They were facing all five. And in a family feared by the entire underworld... That was the last mistake anyone ever made. But what they didn't know was that behind the weapons, private jets, secret meetings, and terrifying reputation was a chaotic household where five overprotective siblings constantly argued over who got to spoil the youngest. The outside world feared our name. Inside our home... I was simply everyone's little sister...Her name was Meera...An adult but still everyone little sister