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 time I ran into Joseph was at school, and I learned he was the vice-captain of the baseball team. Oh, and the day after our run-in, we sat on the bleachers and exchanged names.


I asked him, "Why did you help me that day?"


He laughed sheepishly, looking a little naïve. "I actually recognized you, Harper. I attended the same summer camp as Matthew once. We saw each other as rivals, so when you started dating him, I knew about it."


Our meeting felt almost premeditated, and I found it hard to be happy about it.


"So, you saved me because of Matthew? Was it some kind of competition?"


He waved his hands in a panic. "No, no, Harper, it wasn’t like that at all. We weren’t even in the same sport. I just thought you seemed friendly and pretty. I just wanted to help, and I would've stepped in for any other girl too. I swear."


He looked even more frustrated as he spoke.


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