All Chapters of Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

Harper’s POV“What do you want to say?” I asked, though deep down, I had a hunch. After all, we had no personal connection, and our conversation could only be about Marco.She seemed to read my mind. “I’m not just here to talk about Marco. To be precise, I’m here to tell you something important, something you might already have started to figure out.”Images of the file I had received yesterday flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “You mean that file? Was this your idea of a joke?”I didn’t truly believe any of it. To me, it seemed like Marco and his friends were just playing games, trying to mess with me.“This isn’t a joke, Harper. That file wasn’t some prank. It was sent to you by a local Yakuza organization in Japan. You’re the stepdaughter of the former boss of the Moretti family. You’re not his biological daughter, and yes, Marco is your brother, but not by blood. You met him years ago, and things didn’t go smoothly between you two. After that, Marco was sent

Harper’s POVEven though I had mentally prepared myself, seeing Marco at this event only solidified the truth of the information Elena and the documents had revealed. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—confusion, disbelief, and a bit of defiance.Did he really see me as his possession? Who gave him the right to say I couldn’t get engaged?Joseph gently patted my hand, trying to soothe me. “Apologies, but we’ll be taking our leave now,” he said, guiding me past Marco. Just as we were about to walk by, Marco grabbed my wrist, his hand burning hot against my skin, making me instinctively pull away.“Are you sure you want to leave with him?” Marco’s voice was low and intense.I tried to pull my arm free, but his grip was unyielding. “Let go of me.”Joseph stepped in, helping me to break free from Marco’s grasp. The tension between the two of them was palpable. For a long moment, they stared at each other, neither willing to back down.Then Marco smiled—a cold, unsettling smile. “

Harper’s POV“What are you freaking out about?” Marco turned around, clearly annoyed.“I said stop the car, I need to go back and find him.”Without realizing it, tears were streaming down my face. My cheeks ached from crying.Marco’s expression darkened. We stayed like that for a while, locked in silence. Finally, he cursed under his breath and ordered the driver to stop.The door swung open, and he yanked me out of the car. “Look around, it’s the middle of the night. Do you think I brought a whole team to pick you up for fun? Can you stop being so damn stubborn?”It hit me then that it was late at night. Joseph had probably sent Marco to take me away because he didn’t want to face me. That’s what Joseph meant when he talked about the future. He chose to run instead of talking things through.I swallowed back more tears as my chest tightened. I didn’t want to believe it. Just this morning, everything seemed perfect. Joseph promised we’d be together forever. How could he change his mi

Marco's POV"Why are you back?" My father greeted me with a smile, but I could tell Harper’s mother didn’t care much for me. The moment she saw me, she turned and left."She’s just worried about Harper. Don’t take it personally," my father said, patting me on the shoulder.I pulled my gaze back and replied, "It’s fine. I made mistakes too. But I came to ask you about the business deal with Mexico."My father put down his cup, looking at me sharply. "What’s the issue? Is the deal falling apart?"“No, it’s not that. But I want to know—why did you give such an important deal to Elena?”My father coughed a bit before turning to retrieve a file from his drawer. "You think it's something dramatic, like her being my illegitimate daughter?"He chuckled dryly and handed me the file. "She’s the child of an old friend. She’s got her own revenge to seek, and all I could do was equip her with the skills. The rest is up to her."“Is her enemy connected to this deal?”Even without an answer, I knew