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

“You’ve always said you have things you want to do,” I reminded her.


“So, the reason my video has such high views is because of you?” Harper’s chin lifted slightly, a hint of defiance creeping into her posture.


“You know I don’t want you meddling in my life, right?”


“I’m just trying to help you, Harper. Maybe you don’t understand yet, but even though I’m willing to set you free, that freedom will always have limits. I can’t handle losing you, but I can help you do anything you want to.”


The conversation hit a dead end again. I couldn’t lie to her and say I could let her go completely. The Moretti family doesn’t deceive like that.


“Fine. Thank you for your help. I’ll find a way to repay you. Can I leave this cursed party now?” she spat, downing a glass of wine in one gulp and setting the empty glass beside a statue before storming off without looking back.


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