Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso

ry day in the gray and soulless offices of the company where she had worked for three years. As an administrative assistant, her daily life was punctuated by endless phone calls, emails to proc

ior when he had summoned her

is one, from what she understood, belonged to a much higher sphere, almost inaccessible. An "important client," they said

ely sensed something was wrong. The air was heavy, saturated with a tension she couldn't explain. The

n, Miss

dark, tailored suit, he exuded an aura of raw power. His face, all sharp angles and almost unreal perfection, seemed to have been scul

here?" he asked, his voi

d, shaking her

.. ex

s. It wasn't a warm smile. It was more l

matic, per se. But enou

hiver run do

I caused trouble.

th a gesture of his h

es. That's not what

slid over the smallest details: his fingers pressed against the table, the fine gold

ancial trouble

he air like a whip. Clara felt

you know that?"

slightly, crossing his

your precarious situation. A bright young woman

tudent debt, the overdue bills, the nights spent desperately searching for a

Martin, is an opportunity. A c

softer, almost seductive. But

ity?" she aske

g time, as if he were meas

u to becom

prehensible. Clara blinked, cer

... w

mile, this time tinged

t bride. A purely professio

zzy. It was a

asked, her v

to stand a few feet away from her. His tall

no strings attached, no scandals. Someone discreet enough not to att

are these.

f to weigh the importance o

siness deal that depends on the image I proje

ath catch. It felt

Why not just... find someone who w

d slightly, as if she

about power, manipulation. I don't trust those around me. You, on the other h

r head, standi

I can't do this.

answer. "Your current salary will never be enough to cover your debts. You're about to lose your apart

ng. Clara felt trapped, caught in a

he finally asked, her

here was a shadow of

ities like this only come once. And the consequ

ght he could do whatever he wanted. But a small voice, sneaky and insist

d I have to think?"

hours. No mo

into the distance as if the conve

tomorrow evening, at the

ted, then sl

I will... th

but Victor's voice sto

s Ma

rned a

to make your decision

unding. She felt like a puppet in

e, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. This was no ordinary encounte