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

Ever since she woke up, the house staff seemed to have more free time than ever. They were always missing when I needed them.


The butler came rushing in, slightly out of breath.


“Where has everyone gone?” I asked.


“Madam has asked you to meet her in the garden,” he replied, avoiding a direct answer. I had a feeling Harper was getting everyone to do something odd again.


The garden in this house was originally in front, but given the differences between Italy and the U.S., I had a new garden built at the back of the house along with a glass conservatory. I didn’t know back then whether she would ever wake up, but the garden became a place where I could pour all my hopes and thoughts.


I took off my jacket and walked alone to the conservatory. No one else was around, or maybe they had all left already.


Harper was bent over, watering the roses. They were vibrant, a deep red, with dew glistening on their petals.


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