Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Have sex with him willingly like she had no dignity? His words tore through her already cracked soul, and she wasn’t even sure whether she could take it anymore. You gave your father a heart attack. You got yourself kidnapped. Your stupidity took eleven lives. Your fault.... She wanted to argue with him that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t blackmailed her in the first place, but even before she could speak her part, he jumped in. “This is what happens when you shake hands with your enemy. Your father’s words will mean nothing to the Bratva if they find out what his daughter had done. The Mafia never forgives betrayers”

Isaac's nose flared in rage as he grabbed her arm and twisted it slightly making Mia gasp in pain. “You are talking about The Pakhan of Sokolov Bratva, Butterfly. Learn to respect his name whenever you mention him.” “Respect!” Mia chuckled as she once again tried to be free from his grip. But this time Isaac didn't allow her to be free from his hold. “Respect is not snatched but earned. And your ugly brother doesn't deserve my respect. Hell he didn't even deserve my beautiful sister!” Mia yelled in frustration. Isaac pulled her closer to him. “Your sister is lucky that my brother married her after what she did! She is a ruined goods in the mafia world had anyone found out about her reality!”

The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him. Through the crack in the door, I heard him talking to Nico, the family's consigliere. "Aren't you tired of your little stepsister, Jasmine? The engagement is right around the corner. You haven't actually fallen for her, have you?" A cruel smirk played on his lips. "Fall for her? She was an easy target who fell right into my lap. It would've been a waste not to take a bite." "Her mother drove mine to an early grave. These six years have been her penance. And she's deserved every moment of it."

I was angry that I couldn't have her and even angrier that I wanted her in the first place “Nothing,” I said, releasing her. “But be careful, don't do anything stupid on my turf. I'll have my men deal with you. There's no mercy even if you're Marco’s sister,” I growled, keeping my voice low and dangerous. “Yeah, right, creep,” she said, massaging her arm. “I just want to live a normal life so steer clear of me. This town is fucking big enough for us both.” “And cigarettes will kill you faster than being in the mafia will, so quit it,” she added, sidestepping me and walking out, her voice was a mixture of defiance and exhaustion.

“My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.” “What? Your ex-husband? How? I don’t understand… I’m lost,” Kate said, standing up in panic. “I can’t explain it all now,” Mia said, trying to calm her. “I’m sorry. I never wanted this. I tried to protect you all from my past, but I failed. This is why I never wanted to marry Steve in the first place.” “What about Henry?” Kate asked.

I watched him through the mirror as he appeared at the doorway behind me and lowered his gaze, his face grim as yesterday on the flight. I adjusted my cufflinks. “Spill it.” Marco swallowed. “She's Madeline Bennett. Mrs. Morvanti.” The room fell silent. I froze. And I never froze for anything. Not even to a gun pointed at my head. I chuckled, the sound dry and hollow. Maybe I'd misheard. “Come again. This time... very slowly.” “She's your father's wife, sir.” A beat passed. Then the world turned red. I grabbed a porcelain vase and hurled it at the wall. Marco flinched, glancing at the shards spraying onto the floor.

"Does Marcus feel the same?" "He did. But last night, he said we should end it." "Good. Then it's over." "It's not over! I love him, and he loves me, and—" "Love?" Mom's laugh was bitter. "Aria, you're twenty years old. You don't know what love is. This is just... proximity. Forbidden attraction. Teenage rebellion." "I'm not a teenager!" "Then stop acting like one!" She was shouting now. "Do you have any idea what this would do to our family? To Richard and me? We've built something here, something good, and you're willing to destroy it for what? A crush on your stepbrother?"

"I won't ignore it." "I didn't think you would." I folded the paper and kept it in my bag. "Can I ask why? Only if you're comfortable telling me." I considered what to say then gave him the short version of the truth. I confessed that I believed the waiter had played a part in what happened to my stepbrother. Daniel listened without interrupting. "Your stepbrother," he said when I finished. "The man who gave you the necklace?" My hand moved to the moon pendant. I hadn't even noticed how often I touched it.

THE DON'S FORCED BRIDE "I can't wait to see you in those lingeries, princess." Harley Anderson never asked to be anyone's collateral. She was raised on scripture and small town grace, the pastor's daughter with a scholarship and a second chance at life, thanks to a heart transplant that should have been a miracle and nothing more. She never knew what her parents paid for it. She never knew who they owed. Until a contract lands in her hands with her father's signature on it, and one line that changes everything: if the debt isn't paid before her twenty first birthday, she belongs to the lender. Body, name, and future. His name is Don Carlos. Thirty five, ruthless, untouchable, the kind of

“Sure. Shoot.” “I think your stepbrother hates me.” She looked at me, then laughed. “What?” “He’s been following us around all night. Every time I think we’re finally going to get a moment alone, there he is again. Heck, I was beginning to think he’d find a way onto this ride, too.” Her smile widened, but she looked away before I could decide whether she was laughing at me or at the thought of Cain doing exactly that. “He doesn’t hate you.”