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

Harper's mother clutched her husband’s collar, her eyes locking onto mine, but I felt a strange sense of detachment.


“You saw it yourself, didn’t you? She was killed by the bomb.”


Harper’s mother let out a heart-wrenching cry. “Look! I should never have listened to you! Your business and your ambition killed my daughter!”


Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.


Shaking my head, I waved my hand, and a group of people came over to attend to them. Most of the crime families had already been weakened by our actions, and the Moretti family was now isolated and defenseless. The battle was almost over.


But there was one more thing left. I glanced into the distance, wondering if Harper was still breathing.


If Harper died, Marco’s life would lose its meaning. And even if we won, it would be overshadowed by tragedy.


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