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

“Of course it hurts.” My hand had become inseparable from this box over the past few days.


I had no privacy anymore, not even when sleeping or using the bathroom. The inconvenience was one thing, but the constant threat hanging over my head made everything unbearable.


There were lots of people here I didn’t know, except for David and Elena, who I could at least trust. But lately, every time I mentioned Marco, they always avoided the topic.


That same line again. It made me want to scream. “You might as well just let me die at this point.”


“Can you stop being so dramatic?” Elena snapped back, her frustration bringing me back to my senses.


She moved her lips, like she wanted to say more, but she just sat next to me and gently stroked my hair.


“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You’ve been through enough. Just hang in there, okay?”


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