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

The explosion echoed, and fireworks lit up the sky above the beach. My sense of reason snapped back into place, and I quickly pushed Marco away, putting some distance between us.


I suddenly understood. Turning around, I saw a group of people approaching, led by Angelo. He walked through the crowd, holding a bouquet of bright red roses, a big smile on his face.


But something felt surreal, as if the situation with Marco just now had shattered some kind of boundary.


Did I love Angelo? I wasn’t sure. We were dating, but did that mean we had to get married?


A strange feeling stirred within me, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. My mind wandered until I heard Angelo call my name: “Harper.” I realized I had been lost in thought.


I quickly pulled myself back, returning his smile. Seeing my expression, he visibly relaxed.


11 The Proposal