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

“What do you want to say?” I asked, though deep down, I had a hunch. After all, we had no personal connection, and our conversation could only be about Marco.


She seemed to read my mind. “I’m not just here to talk about Marco. To be precise, I’m here to tell you something important, something you might already have started to figure out.”


Images of the file I had received yesterday flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “You mean that file? Was this your idea of a joke?”


I didn’t truly believe any of it. To me, it seemed like Marco and his friends were just playing games, trying to mess with me.


64 The Truth