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

I lay in bed for what felt like hours, finally mustering the courage to make a phone call. We ended up talking the entire night. The next day, I slept until noon. When I woke up, I noticed someone leaning against the bed.


"You're awake?" His voice was low, and I could see the exhaustion on his face.


"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing how worn out he looked.


"Nothing… I just thought…" He trailed off, swallowing his words, but I could tell what he was worrying about.


Time passed quickly, and soon, I was at his office, waiting for him to finish work.


“Hello, do you have an appointment?”


“I’m here to see your CEO,” I said, pulling out my phone and texting Marco.


“Sorry, I’ll need to call and confirm.”


“Have you heard? There’s a gorgeous woman looking for our boss.”


“Please wait for a moment; the assistant will come to take you upstairs soon.”


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