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 had no idea what Marco thought of me at that moment, but I was in pain. I was just a girl in my twenties, trying to forget everything I had been through. Sometimes, I wondered if things would have been different had I not escaped Marco’s villa—would I have avoided all this?


Yet now, I am strangely grateful. If I had compromised back then, I would never have discovered the real Marco, never have gotten close to his soul.


When he returned, I was still a bit weak, but feeling much better.


"Long time no see," I replied, noticing David emerge from behind Marco.


"Long time no see," David echoed, a grin on his face. The last time we crossed paths, I pretended not to know him in Japan.


"Harper, you really fooled us with that performance," he teased. I felt a little embarrassed even though I knew he was joking.


"We should discuss the next step of the plan," Marco said, though his eyes stayed locked on me, making my face flush.


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