When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion.
Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life.
He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe.
I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go.
“My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.”
I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine.
“No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother

I had such a great time with my friends. Amid everyone's teasing, Matthew took out the gift he’d prepared. Besides the championship ring already on my finger, he had carved my birthstone into a rose and made it into a necklace.


I can’t even describe how moved I was when I saw the gift. My father left me when I was young, and my mother had to work just to make ends meet. We never really had time to celebrate birthdays properly. When we were at our poorest, we couldn’t even afford a cake. I never thought I’d ever receive a real birthday present.


My grandmother once said that my mother was a beautiful young woman, but fate hadn’t been kind to her. She endured a lot, so I could never blame her. She gave me life and raised me.


I don’t know the full love story between my mother and my stepfather, but I imagine it was something sweet. No matter what kind of person my stepfather is or what kind of past he has, I’m thankful. He took away the hardship from my mom’s life.


3 His Gaze