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

Some of the marks were old scars, while others were clearly fresh.


"I’m telling you now, aren’t I? Marco, you’re seeing me at my worst. Pain... it’s the only thing that can bring me a moment of clarity."


I searched her eyes in the dim light, unsure whether this was all part of some plan or if these were his real feelings slipping out.


Her fingers slid beneath the hem of my shirt, and I felt the familiar spark of desire flare up inside me. It was almost impossible not to react, but I had to keep my focus. There was something more important than giving in to passion right now—I needed to be sure. I couldn’t afford to take any risks that might push her further away.


"I’ll make you believe," she whispered.


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