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

“What’s your condition?” Marco asked, and I could tell right away it wasn’t going to be something we could agree with.


Sure enough, my stepfather gave a small smile and wrapped his arm around my mother’s waist. “My condition is that you return to the Moretti family, give up your plan. You reunite interest groups around the world, turn our business into a part of their interests and marry the person I’ve chosen for you.”


He wasn’t in a rush. In fact, he even found a comfortable spot to sit, making it clear that he was giving us time to think it over.


"I know what you're doing. You think you can break the web of interests that politicians, big money and the Mafia have interwoven for so many years? If you let go now, you're still vested, or you'll lose everything, including Harper."


What worried me most, though, was that Marco actually hesitated.


“Marco!” I called out to him, trying to pull him back to his senses.


91 My Decision