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

I have to admit, Harper has changed a lot. She’s grown into someone who can stand on her own, and what’s even more surprising is that she managed to handle everything herself. That means I can share my thoughts with her without holding back.


“Harper.” I stopped her as we were putting on our coats, getting ready to go out. She was wearing a pink knitted jacket, her light curls falling on her shoulders. She looked so beautiful that I wanted to take her right then and there.


“Yeah? What’s up?” She turned around, her expression soft.


“Nothing... I just have something to talk to you about when we get back.”


The restaurant was one my father had reserved. It was at the top of a skyscraper, the kind of place we hadn’t sat down together as a family since Harper’s engagement. Not that I’d bring up anything about that.


78 His secret