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

After a day of rest, the pain in my head had subsided quite a bit. When Joseph saw me, he couldn’t resist scolding me, “Why didn’t you call a doctor? You seriously hit your head against the wall?”


He sat on the couch, pouting in frustration. I couldn’t help but crawl over and hug him, and after some playful comforting, we both calmed down.


“Yeah, I’m thinking of making some plans over the next couple of days so we can finally relax and have some fun,” I said, my mouth full of bread as I spoke, chewing between words.


“Drink some water,” he said, handing me a glass, then sitting beside me. “Have you thought about your future career plans?”


I shot him a look. “Why? Are you getting tired of me?”


“Of course not,” he chuckled. “But if you’re not planning to pursue further studies, my mother mentioned she wants to arrange a meeting with your parents.”


65 You Can Only Be Mine