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 locker door had the word "B.ITCH!" scrawled across it in thick, red paint, along with other offensive slurs and scratches. I glanced around, trying to understand what was going on. People avoided my gaze, but their faces showed a hint of satisfaction.


My chest felt tight, as if it was stuffed with cotton, unable to breathe freely. Nobody would give me an explanation, and all I could do was yank the locker door open. Inside, my things were in disarray, some of them ripped apart. And someone had even placed a dead rat in there.


I gripped my bag strap tightly, my nails digging into my palm. It didn’t hurt at all. I suddenly felt that I couldn't stand it anymore. But right now, I had to get to class. I hastily cleaned up my locker and left.


When I walked into the classroom, the teacher asked everyone to welcome me back, and only a few people clapped.


26 Running into Him Again