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 wasn’t behaving?" The words hit me like déjà vu—wasn’t that exactly how I used to describe Harper? Now, thinking back, it feels shallow and ridiculous.


"So, you took her to get hypnotized? Wiped all her memories so she could be your brainless Barbie doll?"


"I didn’t do anything you hadn’t already done."


Joseph threw a punch. I dodged and elbowed him in the gut, sending him sprawling to the ground in a second.


His pride refused to let him give up. He pulled a knife from behind and lunged at my face. I blocked it, but not without my arm getting slashed. Tearing off the bottom of my shirt, I wrapped it around my arm and got up, twisting his arm back and pinning him with my knee.


Joseph lay there, panting, still struggling. I couldn’t help but punch him in the face.


I rubbed my bruised jaw, unsure how to deal with the mess. Just the thought of Harper seeing me like this made me hate Joseph even more for the trouble he caused today.


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