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

I hurried to the door and listened for a moment. It seemed like their conversation wouldn't end anytime soon, which gave me a window of opportunity.


Opening the window, I felt the cold wind hit me. I glanced at my thin nightgown and tried searching through the cabinets for other clothes. Luckily, I found a shirt—not mine, but still much better than what I was wearing.


I pulled on the oversized men’s shirt, and though the pants were long, I rolled them up until the cold sensation disappeared a little.


The curtains were the kind I liked—pure white, long, and draping enough. I pulled down the left curtain and knotted it tightly to secure it. As for the chain on my ankle...


My eyes focused on a pair of pliers lying in the corner of the cabinet. I didn't know who had left them there, but I quickly used them to cut the chain.


48 Accidents and Pain