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

The wind is strong, and right before I set off, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. My godfather trusts me, and there are plenty of people following me, so I shouldn’t be this scared.


This kind of fear felt like the night my family died. I struggled to breathe.


“Elena?” Someone tapped my shoulder.


“Hmm?” I snapped out of it and gave them a reassuring smile.


I gripped the gun in my hand tightly, the night wind blowing the sweat off my back with the salty tang of the ocean.


As darkness fell, headlights pierced through the silence, and that familiar face appeared in the light.


My blood raced, and I could hear my own breathing. That face, the one that’s haunted my nightmares countless times, was now smiling at me.


“Elena? I hear you’re the godfather’s most trusted lieutenant.”


“Yes. Do you have the goods ready?”


“Of course. And you got the money?”


84 Part of the Plan