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20. I can't help it
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My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 25. Realization
Brielle's POV I didn't sleep that night.Instead, I sat on my couch with my laptop balanced on my knees and started searching.Moretti Enterprises came up first. Their official website showcased massive construction projects—luxury high-rises, commercial developments, an entire waterfront renovation project worth hundreds of millions.The company had been around for three generations. Started by Dante's grandfather in the fifties with a small construction crew. Now it dominated the city's skyline.I clicked through project galleries. Buildings I'd walked past a thousand times without realizing they belonged to him. Coffee shops I'd visited. Restaurants I'd eaten at.Pieces of my world that he owned without me knowing.The About Us page featured executive bios. Richard Moretti, Chief Operations Officer. Several other Morettis held various positions. All men. All looking dangerous in expensive suits.Then Dante's bio. CEO since age twenty-eight. Harvard Business School. Previously work
My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 24. I saw everything
Brielle's POVI couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those messages. Those transfers. The evidence of Finn's lies stretching back months.By sunrise, I'd given up trying. I showered, dressed, and drove straight to the marketing firm where Finn worked.The receptionist smiled at me. I'd been here enough times that she recognized me."Is Finn available?""He's in a meeting right now, but—""I'll wait."I sat in the lobby, leg bouncing. My phone felt heavy in my pocket, weighted down by all those photographs. Evidence of things I didn't fully understand but knew were dangerous.Twenty minutes later, Finn emerged from a conference room laughing at something his colleague said. The laugh died when he saw me.His face went pale. Actually drained of color right there in front of everyone."Bri. What are you doing here?"I stood. Walked over to him with a smile that probably looked deranged."We need to talk. Now.""I'm working. Can this wait until—""No."Something in my voice
My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 23. Night search
Sleep was impossible after Finn left. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed every conversation we'd had about the Morettis.The way he'd gone pale when I first mentioned Dante's name at brunch. How he'd warned me that Morettis don't play games they don't intend to win. The tightness in his voice when he said it. Like he knew something I didn't.I sat up and grabbed my phone. Scrolled back through our texts from the past few months. Looking for something. Anything that might explain what was really happening.There. Three weeks before Halloween. Finn had cancelled our plans because he had to work late on a "big project." But when I'd asked about it later, he'd been vague. Dismissive.I kept scrolling. Two months ago he'd shown up to dinner wearing a very expensive watch. When I'd commented on it, he'd laughed it off. Said he'd gotten a bonus at work.But Finn had complained about money being tight just days before that.My stomach twisted.I thought about the Hallo
My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 22. Finn's debt
Brielle's POV I barely made it through my front door before collapsing onto the couch. My dress felt too tight, too constricting. I kicked off my heels and let them clatter across the floor.My phone buzzed. A text from Cassandra asking how the gala went. I ignored it. Couldn't deal with explaining what had happened when I didn't fully understand it myself.I changed into sweats and an old t-shirt, scrubbed the makeup off my face. Poured a glass of wine that I didn't drink. Just held it while staring at nothing.A knock at the door startled me. I glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight. Who the hell would be here at this hour?Another knock. More insistent this time.I padded to the door and checked the peephole. Finn stood in the hallway, and my stomach dropped at the sight of him.He looked terrible. Absolutely wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. His usually pristine hair stuck up at odd angles. His hands shook as he lifted one to knock again.I yanked
My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 21. Almost kiss
Brielle's POV His words hung in the air. I couldn't speak. Couldn't think past the heat flooding my veins and the way his eyes searched mine, desperate and wanting.Dante leaned in slowly. So slowly it felt like torture. His gaze dropped to my mouth again, lingering there with naked hunger.Pull away. Move. Stop this. Just fucking leave.The commands echoed through my head on repeat. Every logical, rational part of my brain fired warning signals, screaming at me to shove him back and run. To put distance between us before something happened that couldn't be undone.But my body betrayed me. I stayed frozen against the railing, fingers gripping the cold metal behind me so hard my knuckles ached. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything except the sound of his breathing and the rush of blood through my veins.His face came closer. Inch by agonizing inch. His hands still cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing feather-light across my cheekbones. The gentleness of it made something
My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas 20. I can't help it
Brielle's POV I couldn't take it anymore.When dessert arrived—some elaborate chocolate thing with gold leaf—I pushed back from the table."Excuse me," I said to no one in particular. "I need some air."Mom's eyes narrowed. "Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?""Fine. Just warm."I walked away before she could show her fake concern, weaving through tables toward the back of the ballroom. A server pointed me toward doors that led outside when I asked. The balcony was empty. Thank God.Cold night air hit my face. I gripped the iron railing, breathing deep, trying to settle the chaos spinning through my chest.The city spread out below.I had maybe two minutes of peace.Then footsteps echoed behind me.I didn't need to turn around to know who it was."You followed me," I said, staring at the skyline."Yes."At least he was honest about it.I whirled around. "You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you? The invitation. The seating arrangements. Another manipulation to corner me some
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