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 exactly are you thinking right now?”


“You know Harper is my wife. You saw how von’s family doesn’t respect her at all. Don’t you understand what would happen to her if she actually married into that family?”


I couldn’t believe my father wasn’t aware of what was going on. He’s always cared too much about Harper, never wanting to go against her wishes, but sometimes, doing what she wants isn’t what’s best for her. His overindulgence might just end up hurting her.


“I know that, Marco. But if you keep going against her will, you won’t win her love,” my father said, looking at me with an expression that made me feel like I was missing something important.


Why? Why couldn’t I just take what I wanted?


67 He is Leaving Me