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

My arm was now in his grasp, his large, warm hand enveloping my wrist. Under his control, my slender wrist felt fragile, like it could be snapped with just a bit of pressure. As he inspected the marks on my skin, his tense expression softened ever so slightly.


"Did he hurt you?" He asked, his voice low but filled with concern.


I looked at him, mentally preparing myself, convincing myself I had to sell this act. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, each one falling with a calculated grace. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind him, and I could see the image I projected—vulnerable, delicate, and broken.


"I don’t know what’s happening. Father, in Detroit, he saved me. He said we were once together, but... I don’t remember." My voice trembled as I tugged at his clothes, feigning confusion and fear. "Then Elena appeared, and I was so scared. He pulled me away, and then…"


83 A Trap Within A Trap