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

“Why are you telling me this now?” If there had been a table in front of me, I would’ve swept everything off it like a maniac.


“I can’t calm down!” I glared at him. This felt like my second failure. Why is it that no matter where I go, I can’t escape Marco’s influence? Even if I flew to outer space, I’d probably find his mark everywhere.


He stood up, dragging his injured leg, and pulled me into a hug. We were so close, I could smell his scent, the one that always made me feel... conflicted.


“You’re so... so unfair.” I knew he wasn’t one to lie. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. I tried so hard to distance myself from everything, but it was all in vain.


“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure if he could even understand how I felt. The organization I’d dedicated myself to, that I saw as my life’s work, was founded by someone who was born into a position of privilege, someone who embodied everything I was fighting against. I couldn’t accept that.


79 A Real Him