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

She flung the door open and screamed, but she didn’t rush to me. Instead, I could clearly see the disgust in her eyes. It was almost funny.


Marco let go of me, and I glared at him. From my mom’s perspective, our relationship must’ve looked awful, especially since it seemed like Marco had almost strangled me.


“Harper, are you okay?” She walked over, gently touching my neck. Her fingers grazed the red mark Marco had just left, and I winced, covering the sore spot.


“I’m fine. I’ll take care of it myself.”


I could feel Marco’s eyes on me the entire time as I left the room.


“Ah!” I jumped. It was my stepfather. He looked oddly pleased. I figured it was because Marco had returned.


I hurried off to get some ointment from one of the house staff. This time, I knew I couldn’t escape marrying Marco.


85 Safe Word