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Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso

Chapter 2 Chapitre 2

Word Count: 1281    |    Released on: 29/01/2025

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

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