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

“So, are you planning to give up?” Elena’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she followed me, suitcase in hand.


“If you want to stay in France, I won’t stop you,” she teased. “After all, there are plenty of beauties here.”


I wasn’t in the mood for jokes, so I ignored her comment. She sighed dramatically. “Alright, no more jokes. Are you really planning to destroy the Ito family this time?”


I thought of Harper’s pale face, the worry etched on her features, and I nodded.


“You guys have been too idle lately. I thought I’d give you something to do.”


“Bullshit,” Elena muttered. “You think we’re not risking our lives every day?”


“You think I’m not?” I shot back, my voice cold as ice.


I knew how many so-called mafia bosses met their ends in gruesome ways. Even with the power I wielded, my life was constantly hanging by a thread.


63 Marco is Missing