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54 I Saved Him Again
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Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 55 Familiar Stranger
Harper's POVI went to the kitchen to make some saltwater. He had been sweating a lot, so he needed some salt to help with recovery.After placing the cup on the coffee table, I checked his temperature again. It had gone down from 102.2°F to 98.6°F, but I still needed to keep an eye on him. He hadn’t woken up yet, and my gaze lingered on the flushed skin of his neck.There, I noticed a small tattoo of an "H." It felt like fate—maybe it wasn't a coincidence that I ended up saving him.“Harper…” he murmured in his delirium.Strange. Did he know me?“Who are you calling?” After waiting for a bit without hearing more, I remembered he was probably just talking nonsense from the fever. Still, I leaned in to listen seriously.But just as I closed the door, his once-closed eyes suddenly opened.Marco's POVI knew perfectly well how dangerous this was. If Harper ignored me or if someone else found me, it would lead to more trouble. But I didn’t care—this was the only reckless way I had left to
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 56 Be My Assistant
Harper's POVHe nodded and agreed. I told him that I had to work the next day and that he still needed to rest at the hospital for now. He obediently nodded along.His docile demeanor gave me an oddly satisfying feeling, as if I could really help someone in need.“Oh, by the way, what's your name?”It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t even know his name.“What’s yours?” His counter-question made me pause. He was more cautious than I expected.“I’m Harper, from the U.S.”“I’m Marco, from Italy.”Italy, huh—that makes sense.“Well, let me save your contact info then. If you have any problems at the hospital or back at home, just let me know.”An overwhelming sense of sympathy made me treat this grown man like he was a helpless kid who needed care.“Sure.” He accepted it easily, and nothing about it felt off to me.Marco's POVShe trusted me, I could tell. This wasn’t some act—she really didn’t remember me at all.But why did she remember Joseph, remember my father, yet completely fo
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 57 The Man in My Dream
Harper's POVMarco was wearing a discounted hoodie we’d picked up at the supermarket yesterday. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I wasn’t willing to spend more on him—it was him who refused.“Breakfast is ready, but it might be a bit tight on time,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Go wash up, I’ll pack it for you to eat on the way.”After leaving the house, he insisted on driving, so I sat in the backseat with the window open, nibbling on the sandwich he had made.“Is it good?” he asked, stopping at a red light and giving me a quick, handsome side profile.“It’s delicious,” I said with my mouth full, feeling like a chipmunk. I didn’t expect that dreaming could be so physically exhausting. But really, his sandwich was amazing.“Thank you,” I said, mimicking the actors in Japanese dramas, trying to speak in a not-so-fluent Japanese accent. He chuckled, clearly amused.“You’ve got great energy today, Harper. Give it your all at work too.”Ah, this guy! I had vented to him yesterday
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 58 Pretending to be Weak
Harper's POV“What the hell are you doing?!” A booming voice startled me awake, jolting me up so fast my eyelids, which were stuck from sleep, were suddenly exposed to bright light.The supervisor stood at the door, his face dark as thunder, and the poor door was left trembling from how hard he had slammed it open. Just the sight of his face made my stomach churn, but not wanting to mess up my job, I took a deep breath and stood up.“I was feeling a little tired. My assistant was helping me with work, so I took a short rest.”“Did I hire you to take naps here?” He slammed his hand down on the desk. Marco stood up, and I tugged on his sleeve to stop him.“Of course not, but I did request a sick day, which you didn’t approve. So, I came to work. When someone’s unwell, they need rest. If you expect me to work through illness, maybe you should replace me with an AI—at least it won’t need sick days.”I wasn’t going to take this kind of abuse anymore. I was done with this middle-aged man an
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 59 Revenge
Marco's POVHarper seemed to sense something, turning around to look at me as she took the file from my hands. The meeting went smoothly, if you ignored the death stare the supervisor was giving me. But he won’t get the chance to act on it.Harper was in a hurry to head back to France, and I didn’t stop her. She looked apologetic, and that’s exactly what I wanted.Once she was gone, I casually organized the meeting materials and then called Elena.“Did you find out anything new?”I heard the sound of typing from the other end of the line. “I’ve sent the information to your email. And, do you remember Joseph?”“I don’t need you to remind me.”In my inbox there was a new file. I opened it and started reading from the beginning."Four years ago, Harper was transferred from an American hospital to a French one under the care of the Marco family. After that, she was taken care of by Joseph von. She regained consciousness about three months after being transferred. According to a nurse at t
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 60 Long Time No See
Marco's POVThe fat man was taken away, and Elena, with a disgusted look, twisted open a bottle of water and rinsed off her shoes. "Next time, could you give me something with a bit more skill involved? You have no idea how gross that guy's stare was."Of course, I knew. That's why he’d be gone from the company by tomorrow.“What time is it now?”“Five in the morning.”“You guys can head back. I still have something to take care of.”Harper's POV“The flight from Tokyo to Paris is about to land.”I rubbed my sore neck. Since I booked the ticket on a whim, I couldn’t get a seat in business class, so I had to settle for economy. The long flight had left me exhausted.When I turned my phone back on, messages flooded in. With the vibration mode on, it was like my phone had turned into a mini massager.Most of the messages were from Marco. Joseph was probably still asleep, given that he wasn’t feeling well. Marco had sent me the meeting notes along with a few random updates.As I skimmed t
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 61 The Fight
Joseph's POVHe twirled the glass of golden liquid, the ice cubes clinking softly under the dim, amber lighting. The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating almost.“Do you know why I wanted to meet you?” Marco's voice was deceptively calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was undeniable. He slowly spun his chair around, his gaze piercing through me. The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped, loosening just a bit. It wasn't just me—Marco's emotions were just as affected by Harper as mine were.“You found out, didn't you?”Though my words sounded like a question, it was clear from the tone that I already knew the answer.“Bam!” In a flash, Marco kicked the chair aside and punched me square in the face. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, feeling the familiar sting.I flexed my wrists, returning the favor by landing a punch right on his perfect face. "Are you doing this for Harper, or is it just your own selfishness?" I spat, gripping his collar. His knee drove
Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother 62 Was This Your Doing?
Harper’s POVI sat in the waiting room, growing more impatient with each passing hour. I had asked the staff multiple times when I could leave, but even when I threatened to file a complaint, no one gave me a straight answer.Biting my lip, I pulled out my phone. "Dad, I’m stuck at the airport in France... No, I don’t know why... Okay."I wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with the strange text message I’d received, but the uncertainty gnawed at me. I waited for what felt like an eternity before a staff member finally arrived."Ms., we apologize for the inconvenience. After our checks, you're free to leave."As they led me through the terminal, I started to notice something strange. The route wasn’t right. My heart pounded harder when I realized the woman in front of me wasn’t wearing an official badge.This isn’t right. Panic surged through me, making my legs weak. Stay calm! I dug my nails into my palm, using the sharp sting to focus.Ahead, there was a corner near the second do
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