Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso

e spacious kitchen of the villa, her attention was drawn to a newspaper lying carelessly on the counter. The headline, in bold l

ms trafficking ring linked to several violent attacks in the region. Victor's name appeared several times, surrounded by

rdinary man. His imposing aura, his meaningful silences, everything about him suggested he was no stran

ing. Yet a part of her mind refused to accept it without evidence. Victor, with his icy control, seemed unt

e through her thoughts.

n a dark suit, a cup of coffee in his hand. His gaze lingered

interests you?" he asked, h

his article... You're mentioned in it.

ted slowness. "Journalists love rumors. The more ou

lide down her spine

true, do you think I'd still be h

assure her. He approached, placing a light hand

l smear me. What I do or don't do, you will never fully kn

ut the doubts were there, ancho

e documents Victor had given her, to study the names and faces that made up this comple

a strange noise rang out in the garden. She raise

opened onto the terrace. The silhouette of a man lo

she called, her

pped back. His features were hard, his gaze icy. He

ancee?" he asked, a moc

She opened her mouth to re

ho this man really is. You should be careful.

ct, a shadow appeare

ed. Victor grabbed the man by the c

ar my house," he growled, hi

Victor was relentless. "Let go o

up," Victor reto

Finally, Victor released the man, who quickly moved

her, his gaze har

er whole body was sh

y impo

to know y

r. "That kind of person is always hanging aro

But Clara couldn't help but wonder how

f the day played over and over in her mind. The article,

nts, he had been much more than a cold and distant businessman. He had show

to get away from this dangerous life before it was too late. But anothe

thought took hold: Victor Rossi might not be