Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso
umpteenth time. The terms were cold, devoid of any emotion, as if it were all a simple business arrangement. And maybe that was what it was for Victor Rossi. For her, however
ry hesitation, every sigh she let out. The atmosphere in the room was tense, almost oppressi
steady, almost gentle. "But if you sign, I expect you to a
reath. "Why me? Why
n. "Because I don't need a woman who is used to this world. I
't sure if it was meant as a compliment or an
ed. "Be my fiancee. Accompany me to certain events. Smile, talk, act as if this is all real. And most importantly
y debts," she whispered,
in smile tugging at his lip
of all her worries, she signed. The black ink on the paper seemed irreversible, final. The ai
leather briefcase without a word. "Congratulations, Miss Marti
of humanity in his gaze, but there wa
dn't know. The driver, a massive man with an impassive face, didn't say a word. The interior of the vehicl
ter movie-Clara felt her breath catch. The immaculate walls, the large windows overlooking a breathtakin
ressed in a light gray suit that seemed made to catch th
ome," he s
around, puzzl
l be your home. You also have access to a completely rene
ow. "And this is al
ant you to be convincing. A fiancee dressed in second-h
hadn't signed this contract to fight over details. If that was the
y two assistants carrying bags. "Clara, this is Renee. She will be y
off. "Tonight, you will meet some of my associates. It
tunned. "You mean it
role begins. Don
a professional through and through, left no detail to chance. Clara, h
an elegant black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her hair tied up in a sophisticated bun, seemed to belong to anoth
the doorway. He stopped,
," he sa
to her cheeks, but she refu
candlesticks and silverware sat in the center. The guests were already there: men in impec
her hand lightly, a calculated gesture that was mea
miles played on faces, but Clara could sense
me to introduce Clara, my fia
ara it seemed to stretch on forever. Then the whispers and
ll, with salt and pepper hair and icy blue eye
iancee. You're a man of habit, Ros
n. "We had to surprise a little, Carlo. They
t reach his eyes. Clara immediately
e didn't understand, business deals and transactions that seemed much more important than
ing on her. Some curious, others wary. She knew she
tor placed a light hand on the small o
," he whisper
was just the beginning, and she couldn't help but wonder h