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

“It's you who gave Matthew a lesson. You’re not jealous, are you?!”


His reaction confirmed an answer I hadn’t even considered before.


I caught the slight redness in the tips of his ears, and I felt a warm rush inside me, suddenly unsure what to say. This realization seemed more important than anything else.


“Let’s go.” Marco’s cool demeanor returned as he grabbed my hand and quickly led us out of the venue. I stole a glance at him from the side, finding him more attractive than ever.


Just as we stepped into the garden, a voice called my name. I turned to see Joseph, standing there without his fiancée, Vivian. His eyes looked sorrowful, almost like a sad puppy.


Joseph... I whispered the name to myself, tasting the bitterness of it.


87 She Was So Disobedient