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

“Dear Mother, I hope this letter finds you well. I've gotten used to life in France, and Joseph often says I should invite you to come and stay with us. How is Father doing? I’m sending you the bracelet I recently designed along with this letter. If you like it, please wear it and send me a photo. With love, your dearest daughter, Harper.”


I folded the letter and sealed it carefully with a wax stamp, taking care to make the moment feel ceremonial.


"This letter is so beautiful. My talented girlfriend made it perfectly," a kiss landed on my cheek, and Joseph’s soft hair brushed against my neck.


"Oh, stop it." I laughed, playfully pushing him away. Sometimes, I felt like Joseph wasn't even human—more like a large, golden retriever who had taken on a human form.


49 Four Years Later