All Chapters of My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

25 Chapters

1. Wrong Person

Brielle’s POVThe hotel room was almost completely dark. Except one considered the dim blue light. I liked it that way. It gave off this mysterious, stupid, thrilling effect, just the way I wanted it to. My hands were still shaking a little when I locked the door behind me. I could feel the thumping of my heart increase in speed. I didn’t know if it was from my nerves, or from the excitement, or maybe just from the fact that I was doing something absolutely unhinged. Well not unhinged for me anyway.I made my way to the bed and on getting there, I could only make out a faint silhouette of broad shoulders, tied hands, legs slightly bent. The bag over his head rose and fell with uneven breaths. Great. Everything was in place.I adjusted the cat mask on my face and walked toward him with the leather of my outfit giving a tiny squeak with each step. Two hours ago, I was getting ready for this-shaving, lotioning, and picking the exact right underwear that would survive the night. Finn had

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

2. Crazy PLan

Brielle’s POV My phone was the first thing my trembling hand reached for. Before my mind could even catch up to reason, I just grabbed my phone off the nightstand and took a picture of the stranger tied to the bed. I could hear my panicked breaths. The thumping of my heart that raced in excitement, increased in pace again for an entirely different reason.Still, this strange man just watched me, without flinching or even any iota of panic. All he had on was that infuriating smirk that stretched even wider as he watched my reaction.The second my brain understood what my eyes were seeing, I bolted, nearly tripping as I scrambled toward the door. I couldn’t even think of waiting. I was supposed to untie him but I didn’t even know if that was wise at this point. My fingers shook so violently, immediately they found the door, as I could barely twist the lock. Yet behind me, still lying, tied to the bed, this strange man actually laughed. And my panic only worsened.“Running already, litt

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

3. It's Dante Moretti

Brielle's POVIf they grabbed the wrong man… then where was Marcus? My stomach cramped. I immediately called Finn. It rang too long.“Come on, Finn,” I hissed. “Pick up.”“Brielle!” Finn finally answered, shouting over loud music. “Oh my God, how did it go? Did Marcus love it? Did he—”“Finn.” My voice cracked. “What room did you tell me?”“547,” he said, confused. “Bri, what’s going on? You sound—”“Are you sure?”“Yes, I’m—Brielle, what happened?”I stared at the text he’d sent earlier.547. “Finn… that wasn’t Marcus.” There was still silence from his end except the loud music from the background.“What?” he finally found the words. “What do you mean—”“I mean the man tied to the bed was not my boyfriend!”“No. No, Bri. That’s…. that’s definitely…. That’s not possible!” He exclaimed and I could tell he was confused as well.“Well, then explain to me why I just peeled off the bag and stared into the face of a complete stranger!”Cassandra’s voice appeared suddenly. “What happened? W

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

4. We shouldn't be together

Brielle’s POV I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante Moretti, lounging in that hotel bed like he owned the place. Like he owned me. That smirk of his kept replaying in my head on a loop, taunting me, mocking me, reminding me of exactly how insane the night had been.And Marcus…oh my God. My chest tightened with fear, every time I thought about him. The day was already beginning to dawn. I had checked my phone at least a hundred times. Still I got no response from him. No returned calls or even texts. Not even a late-night “Hey babe, where are you?” Nothing to show that he even cared where I’d disappeared to after he ghosted his own birthday.At eight, I tried calling him again. It still kept going to voicemail. At nine, same thing.By ten, I was pacing my living room like a madwoman. My stomach rumbled terribly. My heart felt wrong in my chest. Every instinct inside me screamed that something was off.When my phone finally buzzed at eleven, I practically tripped r

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

5. Unexpected

Brielle’s POV Two weeks had crawled by since the breakup, and somehow I still felt like garbage. I had spent the first few days crying on Cassandra’s couch, eating overpriced ice cream, and binge-watching really trashy reality TV shows. Finn had brought wine-the good kind, bless him-and sat with me while I ranted about how men were cosmic punishments disguised as humans.But eventually, life demanded that everyone return to their regularly scheduled programming. Cass had work. Finn had long shifts. And I had… well, I had my own mess. So I threw myself into work. And I designed really hard. I did late nights, extra projects, staying behind until security guards started giving me pity looks. Anything to keep my brain from replaying what happened with Marcus. Anything to avoid thinking about him probably sliding comfortably back into Kate’s arms.I deleted our photos and blocked him everywhere. I threw away that stupid hoodie of his I kept sleeping in. I was fine. Totally fine. Except…

Last Updated : 2025-12-13

6. More Forbidden

Brielle's POVI wanted to yank my hand away, but his grip held firm for just a second too long. Enough to send a message. Enough to remind me that he hadn't forgotten a single second of what happened in that hotel room."Please, sit, everyone!" My mother gestured toward the dining table like she was hosting royalty. I'd have rolled my eyes, but, well, I was too tensed to do that. I slid into my chair, trying to steady my breathing. Dante took the seat directly across from me. Of course he did. His eyes found mine again, and the corner of his mouth twitched."So, Dante," my mother began as she poured wine, "what is it you do?""I help manage the family businesses," he said smoothly. "Hotels, primarily."My stomach dropped. Hotels? What the fuck was he trying to do?"How interesting!" my mother cooed. "Brielle loves traveling. Don't you, sweetheart?""Sure, Mom.""She's being modest," my mother continued. "She's very adventurous. Always trying new things."Dante's gaze slid to me, dark

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

7. Forget about everything

Brielle's POVI didn't make it far.Dante blocked the hallway before I reached the front door, his broad frame filling the narrow space like an impenetrable wall. The scent of him hit me first—that cologne, dark and expensive and utterly masculine, with notes of cedarwood and something spicier that I couldn't quite name. It wrapped around me like smoke, curling into my lungs, making my head spin and my thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm."Move," I said, keeping my eyes fixed somewhere over his left shoulder, not meeting his gaze."We need to talk.""No, we don't.""Brielle." My name on his lips sounded dangerous, weighted with intention and something darker that made my skin prickle with awareness. "You can't just walk away from this.""Watch me."I tried stepping around him, angling my body to squeeze past, but he shifted smoothly, blocking my path again with an ease that suggested he'd anticipated my movement before I'd even made it. The hallway felt impossibly small with him i

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

8. Interrogation

Brielle's POV I barely did anything yesterday or slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante standing in that doorway, watching me drive away with that predatory expression etched into his features. I felt his thumb stroking circles on my wrist, heard his voice low and dangerous in my ear. This isn't over. By the time I met Cassandra and Finn at our usual brunch spot, I looked like hell. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my hair was thrown into a messy bun because I couldn't be bothered to do anything else with it. I'd changed my outfit three times before settling on jeans and an oversized sweater that swallowed my frame. The café was bustling with the Sunday crowd. Families occupied the larger tables while couples lingered over mimosas and eggs benedict. The smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls normally would have made my stomach growl, but today it just churned with anxiety. Cassandra waved from our corner booth, her dark hair pulled back in a sleek pon

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

9. Coffee spot

Brielle's POV "Plus she'd probably defend him," Finn added darkly. "People like Richard Moretti are good at making themselves look respectable. Good fathers, good businessmen, good citizens. It's all a mask."I picked at my pancakes without eating them, my appetite completely gone. The conversation shifted eventually to safer topics—Cassandra's upcoming case, Finn's latest dating disaster—but the weight of my situation never quite left the table. Even as we laughed at Finn's impression of his Tinder date who'd brought his emotional support peacock to dinner, I felt the shadow of Dante Moretti hanging over everything.When we finally left the restaurant, Finn pulled me aside while Cassandra went to get her car."I mean it, Bri. Be careful." His hands gripped my shoulders, his blue eyes deadly serious in a way I'd rarely seen. "If things get weird, if he does anything that makes you uncomfortable, you call me immediately. Okay?""Okay.""I'm serious. Day or night. I don't care if it's

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

10. Unwanted gift

The delivery guy showed up at my desk around two in the afternoon, wheeling a cart with a box so large it drew immediate attention from everyone in the open concept office."Brielle Rivera?""That's me." I signed for the package, confused. I hadn't ordered anything. The box was pristine white with a luxury tech brand logo embossed on the side in silver foil.My stomach dropped."Oh my God, what is that?" Chelsea from accounting materialized at my shoulder, her voice pitched high with excitement. Within seconds, half the design team had abandoned their workstations to crowd around my desk. Always sticking their noses as always."I don't know." My hands felt numb as I pulled the packaging tape loose, dread building with each tearing sound.The box opened to reveal exactly what I feared. A Wacom Cintiq Pro, top of the line, the kind of digital drawing tablet I'd been lusting after for months but could never justify spending thousands of dollars on. The kind I'd bookmarked and researched

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

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