Under Contract with the Billionaire Mafioso

ll numb from a night of restless sleep, slowly descended the marble staircase that led to the ground floor

y letter. But her name, written in black, trembling letters, immediately caught her attention. No o

velope. Inside, a simple shee

will destroy you, as he destroyed th

eart beating so hard she thought it would explode. A cold sweat crept down the

clue or an explanation. But there was nothing, no signature,

tucked the letter into her robe pocket. He entered the room,

We have an import

mained clutched at the pocket where the lett

iercing gazes. The room was dominated by a solid wooden table, around which Victor and his associates were seate

and above all not intervene. But that didn't stop

stood up abruptly. His tone

rests at risk. You are playing with fire

was more frightening than anger. "If you have a proble

n the table. "You think you can control everything, but your choices are dangerous. And thi

dened, but she

oom. "Clara is under my protection. If anyone here doubts

g. Eyes averted, but Clara could feel

e men left the room one by one. Carlo was the last to leave, g

to Clara. "Never let these men intimida

he anonymous letter. She hesitated, then spoke: "Victor, s

y darkened. "What

ed it to him. He read it quickly, his expressio

s?" he asked,

t was just there

"They're all lies. Attempts to s

that this letter troubled him,

ed a detail she had never seen before. Victor, sitting in an armchair, h

otic. A black rose surrounded by thor

tattoo?" she as

eve, as if regretting having l

stop there. "Is that a blac

r gaze. "That's not some

aning. Clara felt there was a story behind

to be your fiancee, shoul

rd. "There are things you don't wan

was this man really? What secrets did he hid

t day. The letter, the tense meeting, and that mysterious tattoo. Every detail se