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

This was indeed my plan. I had met the doctors Marco invited; they were well-known.


In fact, many people in this villa were the same people I met when I first came to the Moretti family. Over the past few months, as my state of mind deteriorated, more tutors and companions were brought in. I knew these people were here because Marco had arranged for them. Slowly, a plan began forming in my mind.


Soon, I came across that female doctor. When I pretended to be distressed and confided in her, she immediately agreed to help me.


But none of this escaped Marco’s notice. I couldn’t understand him anymore—what did he really want?


If he was just l.usting after my body, he wouldn’t have kept his distance for the past few months since I fainted during s.ex. But if he loved me... how could that be?


I gave up pretending to sleep and sat up. "What’s the condition?" I asked.


45 A Date