FancyZ

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

A maid burst into the room, muttering something I couldn’t understand, and when she saw me, her expression was like she had seen a ghost.


“Hey, wait...” I tried to stop her to ask what was going on, but she ran out of the room so fast I didn’t have a chance.


In the hallway downstairs, the woman who had just seen me was running frantically, her dress swishing as she made her way to the butler.


Everyone she passed stopped and turned to look at her in shock.


“Did she really say the madam is awake?”


A buzz of chatter filled the hallway as the servants speculated. The butler, hearing the commotion, peeked out, frowning. “What are you all doing?”


Elisa, still catching her breath, grabbed the butler’s arm. “Sir, the madam is awake!”


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