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

Harper seemed to sense something, turning around to look at me as she took the file from my hands. The meeting went smoothly, if you ignored the death stare the supervisor was giving me. But he won’t get the chance to act on it.


Harper was in a hurry to head back to France, and I didn’t stop her. She looked apologetic, and that’s exactly what I wanted.


Once she was gone, I casually organized the meeting materials and then called Elena.


I heard the sound of typing from the other end of the line. “I’ve sent the information to your email. And, do you remember Joseph?”


In my inbox there was a new file. I opened it and started reading from the beginning.


59 Revenge