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 next day, I went to school as usual, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. I hadn't even graduated yet, and I thought the wedding would be a long way off, but I underestimated the enthusiasm of the elders for the ceremony. My mom and Angelo's mother were busy every day preparing for it, as if they couldn't wait to hold the wedding tomorrow.


This morning at six, my mom woke me up.


"Honey, I made plans with Angelo's mother. We're going to visit the venue for your engagement party today. The holiday is coming soon, so you'll get engaged first, and then after graduation, we'll have the wedding ceremony."


"Mom, just let me sleep a little longer..."


"Sweetheart," Mom gently kissed my forehead. "Angelo's mother likes you a lot, and she’s never really had the chance to meet you."


With no choice, I got out of bed, letting my mother dress me up like a doll, before we drove to an estate in the suburbs.


13 The Wedding Dress