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

When my consciousness floated back to me, I had no idea how much time had passed.


“Water…” I murmured, and a moment later, something warm pressed a glass to my lips.


I blinked open my eyes to see marks on my wrist where I’d been injected, and a man with a grim expression sitting beside the bed.


“What happened?” I weakly tugged on his sleeve with my fingers.


“You’d better tell me what’s going on,” Marco demanded, his voice dark.


My body acted before my brain could catch up. I grabbed some rope, my instincts kicking in as soon as I saw the familiar symptoms in Harper.


I glanced back at the screen, and I realized Harper had been keeping something from me. Her body was convulsing violently, and I feared she might bite her tongue, so I shoved my hand into her mouth to protect her.


Barely containing my fury, I injected her with medication after she passed out. David had already received my message, sending me a confirmation via email to check on Harper.


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