All Chapters of Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marco's POV When I saw her lying on the ground, it felt like all the blood in my body started flowing in reverse. If David hadn't held me back, my first instinct would have been to run over and rescue her, even before taking down those bastards.Sophia had always been foolish, and this time was no different. If it weren't for the trouble caused by the person with her, I would've arrived even faster. The transfer amount was fake, and she didn’t even notice. I had hired some experts in hacking, and when I tracked Harper's location, I informed my father and mother.That's when I learned she had been planning to go to the UK to study behind my back. But all of that didn't matter compared to her safety. I only hated myself for not being the one she could trust.I shot Sophia dead, but the man by her side managed to escape. David and his men went after him. I picked up Harper, her skin scorching hot and her back soaked in cold sweat.The accompanying doctor checked her briefly and said she'

"Harper, I want to apologize for what happened this time." He lowered his head, making me feel uncomfortable.“You… you don’t need to do that.”He placed his hand on top of mine, giving it a few comforting pats."I know you value a peaceful life. Without your permission, I brought you into our family affairs, and you’ve suffered a lot because of it. But I hope you understand—I’ve always wanted a daughter. Marco became distant after his mother died; it’s something he’s never let go of."“He… he mentioned it to me.” I thought about how I had run off that day and felt my face flush with embarrassment.“He really likes you. As a father, I’ve failed in not noticing his feelings for you sooner. I always thought you two disliked each other. But Marco has always cared for you. When you were betrayed by your ex-boyfriend, it was Marco who found someone to teach that boy a lesson. And as for Angelo…”He suddenly sighed, and I realized how distant that name felt.“Has Marco told you about the fe

The atmosphere quickly grew cold.I turned my head to look out the window, avoiding Marco’s stern face. It was strange—Patrick always said Marco was emotionless. Yet, I had seen so many different sides of him. An odd feeling slowly bubbled up inside me again.My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen. It was a message from Joseph. He must have seen my latest picture on Instagram."Harper! You’re in the UK? When can I come see you at school?"I had almost forgotten that Joseph came to study in the UK last year. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, as I hadn’t come here for him. Besides, now I am married.But I did feel responsible for dragging him into my mess. If it weren’t for me, Sophia wouldn’t have gotten to his mother and caused him to miss the tournament. Even if we couldn't be lovers, we could still be good friends."Maybe in a bit. I need to go home for the next few days.""Alright, let me know!"I smiled at the sticker he sent of a cat spinning around, acting cute. It

Marco's POVShe probably doesn’t realize how much her tear-streaked face, when she sat up earlier, hurt me.I know there’s nothing going on between her and Joseph, but just knowing that Joseph likes her is enough to drive me insane.David texted me in the afternoon, telling me not to push Harper away. But what could I do? I’m the eldest son of the Moretti family, poised to become the king of the underworld, yet I can't seem to win the one woman I want.As she focused on drying my hair, she had no idea I could see her reflection in the side mirror. Most of the time, I’ve received looks of expectation, fear, hatred, and disgust, but never one like this—gentle and attentive.She'll never know how her cool fingertips, carrying warm air as they brushed against my scalp, sent shivers down my spine.I could feel my breathing getting heavier.Marco, you can’t scare her again.So I got up and placed a blanket in the middle of the bed. “You should go wash up.”“Are you seriously going to sleep

Marco's POV“I’ll eat at school.” She avoided looking at me—not the shy kind of avoidance, but cold and distant. I paused, taken aback.She pulled her hand away from mine, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Now that you’re back, you won’t think I’m meeting some other man, will you?”I knew she was angry, but I didn’t fully understand why. I just knew that, for now, the best course of action was to give her space. My throat felt dry, and an unexplainable sense of unease made it impossible for me to let her leave so easily.“You’re not feeling well. Just stay home and rest.”“Are you planning on f.ucking me again?” She exposed the bruises on her wrists.“You’re truly hopeless, Marco.” She turned, shouldering her bag, and walked away. The servants didn’t dare stop her.I sat down on the chair in the bedroom, sending a message to Elena: “Keep an eye on her. Contact me if there’s any issue.”But I couldn’t suppress my anger and ended up smashing every piece of porcelain on the table.Harper'