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

With Harper's desperate screams echoing in my head, I couldn’t stand the thought of wasting any more time. My heart was pounding, and I was torn between fear for Harper’s safety and anger at myself for letting things get this far. I dialed my father.


“I’ll send a team to help you, and we’ll locate Harper immediately,” he assured me in his usual calm, controlled tone, though I could hear a hint of worry creeping into his voice. He hung up before I could even respond, leaving me in the silence of my own panic.


The regret was suffocating. I had thought letting Harper go was protecting her. Now, all I could think about was how much danger she was in—and how badly I wanted the car to go faster.


I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I was jolted awake by loud voices downstairs. The noises weren’t right. The owner usually moved around in the kitchen quietly in the mornings, and this wasn’t it.


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