All Chapters of Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I couldn’t really refuse this wedding—after all, I was already caught up in this kind of life and had accepted the benefits it brought me.Finally, the wedding day arrived. Before dawn, I was woken up from sleep and brought to a spacious dressing room. I hadn’t seen my groom yet—he’d be waiting for me at the altar.I was wearing a blush silk robe. After freshening up, I put on a face mask to make sure my skin was in perfect condition. A photographer was there the entire time, recording everything I did on my wedding day. Mom said it would be a beautiful memory to look back on.Then, it was time for the long makeup session. The makeup artist started with my eyes, using champagne and gold shades to accentuate them, outlining my eye shape with black eyeliner, making them pop. She lengthened and curled my lashes, finishing with a touch of silver glitter under my eyes for some extra sparkle.A peachy-pink blush added a shy glow to my cheeks. My hair was styled up with glittering accessorie

The door was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow gap that gave me a view of what was happening inside—though I couldn't see everything, it was enough.A girl in a pink dress was kneeling on the floor, crying. And in front of her, sitting in the main chair of Conti's study, was none other than my stepbrother—Marco.The sobbing voice was unmistakable; it was Sophia. I could never forget her expression at my wedding.It was a pity I fainted afterward, knowing nothing more than the fact that Angelo got shot.And now she was here, pleading with Marco? What could she offer? What had Marco done to her?Curiosity got the best of me, and I continued listening.Marco looked completely indifferent, showing no sympathy toward the beautiful young woman. "Isn’t this something your Conti family brought on yourselves? You betrayed us first."Sophia’s sobs paused as she collapsed on the floor. "I'll do whatever you ask, as long as you spare them."Marco was silent. Was he hesitating?After a moment, his v

"What's left to say? You've succeeded. You and your son have joined forces to take down a rival family. How glorious. But now my daughter has to bear the name of a traitor. In everyone's eyes, she wore her wedding gown and helped you kill her husband. Who would dare to marry Harper now?"Solana's voice was cold, and even my father, who was rarely fazed by anything, frowned deeply.I took a breath, adjusting my clothes. "I'll take responsibility for Harper. I'm going to find her now. Please, don't worry."Solana looked at me, while my father put his hand on her shoulder, comforting her softly. "It's all right. Marco will protect Harper, always. I'll talk to her when she's back..."They misunderstood what I meant, but ultimately, what I wanted and what they hoped for were, in a way, the same. The means didn't need to be discussed.Harper's POVAs I walked out of that house, I felt lost. I didn't know where to go, but I knew I couldn't stay.I had some money with me—always kept some emer

The next time I ran into Joseph was at school, and I learned he was the vice-captain of the baseball team. Oh, and the day after our run-in, we sat on the bleachers and exchanged names.I asked him, "Why did you help me that day?"He laughed sheepishly, looking a little naïve. "I actually recognized you, Harper. I attended the same summer camp as Matthew once. We saw each other as rivals, so when you started dating him, I knew about it."Our meeting felt almost premeditated, and I found it hard to be happy about it."So, you saved me because of Matthew? Was it some kind of competition?"He waved his hands in a panic. "No, no, Harper, it wasn’t like that at all. We weren’t even in the same sport. I just thought you seemed friendly and pretty. I just wanted to help, and I would've stepped in for any other girl too. I swear."He looked even more frustrated as he spoke."But because it was you, I had a bit of a selfish motive. I've heard things about you lately—Sophia's been spreading rum

Marco’s POV I was sitting in the back seat of my car, working on some business while waiting for her after school. But instead, I got an unexpected visitor.Joseph, his face bruised, looked a bit dazed. I internally scoffed—what an i.diot. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you want?""I need to talk to you." He still had that dumb look, and the smell of antiseptic was clinging to him."Oh? Changed your mind? Or did you mess up and now you need my family to clean it up?" The more I looked at him, the more annoying he seemed."I'm leaving the country," he stuttered out. "I haven’t told Harper yet, but I wanted to talk to you first. My mom found out I’ve been in fights a lot recently, so she applied for a new school for me. I’m moving to the UK soon. I wanted to ask you, do you even know Harper is getting bullied every day?"The mocking smile on my face froze. "What do you mean?""Today, her ex-boyfriend and her so-called best friend called her a homewrecker. I got into a fight wit