All Chapters of Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Do you really want to marry him?" He finally asked, his teeth clenched, after I could feel the strain in my neck."Isn’t that what you wanted? When Angelo proposed to me, wasn’t your frustration because I hesitated? I said yes, and now you’re unhappy—what’s your problem? Isn’t this what serves your purpose?"He let out a cold laugh, his hands sliding down from where they had been pressing against the seat beside my ears. We were now almost touching, and the proximity was unbearable.His breath was too close, too warm—strangely warm for someone like him."Do you love him?"That question was impossible for me to answer. My rational mind was useless when dealing with Marco. To fight back against him, I blurted out, "I don’t know if I love him, but I certainly don’t love you."Only after the words left my mouth did I realize I had provoked him, and so I went silent.He grabbed my face, and I could feel that if he applied any more force, he could easily break my neck."I’ll ask you one mo

Harper's POVThe next day, Angelo came over to my house. Despite his polished look, he seemed exhausted.I didn't know what he had said to my parents, but my mother's gloomy expression from the past few days had brightened considerably.I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. After all, wasn't I supposed to be her favorite daughter?When I playfully shook her arm and acted spoiled, she just smiled and hugged me tighter, "Sweetheart, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so kind to him."Though Angelo made an appearance, Marco was nowhere to be found. I pouted a little. He wouldn’t actually skip my engagement, right?Suddenly, the image of Marco kissing me flashed in my mind. I quickly shook myself back to reality. Get a grip, Harper. I shouldn’t be worried about him.Seeing me dazing off, Mom picked up her phone and opened some photos to show me some jewelry she had picked out. She said she'd take me to collect some custom pieces tomorrow morning.As we were discussing which one loo

Marco's POVIt had been months since I last saw Harper, and I assumed she would still be afraid of me, especially after our last unpleasant encounter. But when I saw her today, and she met my gaze with such calmness, I realized she was more mature than I’d imagined.Of course, she still disliked me—I could feel it.She was like a wild, untamed horse, rebellious, stubborn, beautiful, full of life. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I wanted to conquer her.During these past months, I went through hellish experiences. Every day was the same: shooting, smoking cigars, and having s.ex. Yet, d.amn it, the sound of gunfire, the smell of cigars, and the moans of women all reminded me of her. Time after time, I would imagine that the woman beneath me was her. I’d ravish her, I told myself, I’d conquer her completely.Each night, a carefully chosen woman would be delivered to me. My men had gradually learned my preferences, and the women they selected looked more and more like Harper. T

I hadn’t closed the window, and the gentle breeze was a good way to get rid of the bloody smell in the room. I turned the bedside lamp down to the lowest setting, moved the clothes rack to the window, and lit two scented candles from the bathroom.The clothes hanging on the rack could prevent my shadow from being seen on the curtain—something Elena had taught me.I checked on him. Though he had cuts on his arms and back, the worst injury was the one on his abdomen. Blood kept seeping out, soaking his shirt in that area.I climbed on a chair to grab the first-aid kit from my dad's study, then found some scissors in my room. The next step was to cut his clothes open.He was half-unconscious by now, the blood and his pale face giving him a strangely fragile beauty. A mix of strength and vulnerability showed on his face.I cut along the edge of the bloodstains, opening up his shirt. His defined abs and V-line came into view.The hem of his white shirt was a mess after I cut it open, but i

“You’re awake?” I asked as I saw Marco putting the bloodstained blanket in the bathroom.“Are the people outside gone?” I was still worried about them.“They’ve already left,” he replied, though he still looked pretty pale. I made some room for him. “Do you want to rest some more?”He refused, but after just two steps, he had to lean on the wall. I got off the bed, grabbed him, and pushed him back down onto it.“You went out to deal with them, didn’t you?” I noticed his wound looked like it had torn a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel a little angry. Did he not understand how dangerous that was?Marco’s POVEven when she’s angry, she’s cute.When I kissed her, I thought she’d push me away, but she was so scared she was trembling—yet she didn’t move away. I was scared of overwhelming her, so I kept it light, but surprisingly, she fell asleep.Thinking of how she held back her tears while using the forceps, I felt sorry for her. She’d never been exposed to such a bloody scene, and I dra