The Mafia Billionaire And His Tough Slutty Secretary

I woke up to the scent of expensive cologne and sin.

The sheets were silk, the mattress too soft—definitely not mine. A sharp ache throbbed behind my temples as I blinked against the morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows.

And then I saw him.

Dominic Caldwell.

Lying beside me.

Naked.

My stomach twisted. My pulse pounded so hard I thought I might pass out. My mouth parted, but no sound came out as the memories crashed into me like a violent storm.

The gala. The champagne. The heated argument that had turned into something far more dangerous.

Oh, God.

I shoved the sheets aside, ignoring the way my bare skin prickled with mortification. The night came back in flashes—his hands gripping my waist, his lips on my throat, his voice like dark velvet whispering things I shouldn’t have wanted.

What the hell had I done?

I needed to leave. Now.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for my dress on the floor. But before I could grab it, a deep, lazy voice stopped me.

“Running already, Sinclair?”

I froze. My fingers curled around the fabric as I turned to face him. Dominic lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching me like a predator amused by his prey. Tousled dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of smirk that had ruined lives.

I swallowed. “Last night was a mistake.”

His smirk deepened. “That’s not what you were saying a few hours ago.”

Heat crawled up my spine, but I refused to let him see how much he affected me. I yanked my dress over my head, ignoring the smug look in his eyes. “This never happened.”

He chuckled, the sound low and infuriating. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

I grabbed my heels and turned to leave. I needed to get as far away from Dominic Caldwell as possible.

But as soon as I opened the door, I stopped dead.

Standing in the hallway, waiting for me like a ghost from my worst nightmares, was my father.

Senator Richard Sinclair.

His expression was unreadable, but the tension rolling off him was suffocating. “Get dressed properly and meet me downstairs. Now.”

Panic spiked in my chest, but I masked it quickly. Years of dealing with powerful men had taught me how to school my expression, how to appear untouchable even when the world was collapsing around me.

I didn’t look back at Dominic as I stepped out.

But I felt his gaze burning into my skin.

****

My father was already seated in the private lounge of the hotel when I arrived. His expression was carved from stone, the same one he used during political negotiations.

This wasn’t a conversation between a father and daughter. This was business.

I took the seat across from him, crossing my arms. “Before you say anything, let me make one thing clear—I don’t care what you think about last night.”

He didn’t flinch. “This isn’t about last night.”

My stomach tightened. “Then what is it about?”

He leaned forward, folding his hands together. “Your engagement.”

A cold chill ran down my spine. “My what?”

His gaze locked onto mine. “You’re going to marry Dominic Caldwell.”

I laughed. A sharp, bitter sound. “I’m sorry, did I hit my head last night? Because I could’ve sworn you just said I was marrying the man I despise.”

“I did.” His tone was flat. “And you are.”

I pushed back from the table. “No. Whatever political game you’re playing, I want no part of it.”

“You don’t have a choice, Elena.”

His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that sent unease crawling up my spine.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m marrying him,” I snapped. “I’d rather burn in hell.”

My father sighed as if my reaction was exhausting. Then he pulled out a folder from his briefcase and slid it across the table. “Then you should see this first.”

I hesitated before opening it.

And when I did, my entire world tilted.

Documents. Photos. Bank transactions. And a headline that hadn’t hit the media yet—but when it did, it would destroy everything.

SENATOR SINCLAIR IMPLICATED IN CORRUPTION SCANDAL

My hands shook. “Where did you get this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” my father said. “What matters is that Dominic Caldwell owns the media outlets that could bury this. Or expose it.”

The realization hit me like a freight train. “You’re using me as a bargaining chip.”

“It’s already done,” he said. “The engagement announcement goes out today. You’ll marry him in two months.”

Anger burned through me like wildfire. “You had no right—”

“I had every right,” he interrupted, his voice steel. “I built this legacy. I won’t let it crumble because of one mistake.”

I stood, my chair scraping against the marble floor. “This is insane. You can’t force me to do this.”

He looked at me for a long moment. “If you don’t, Elena, our family loses everything. I lose everything.”

And just like that, he delivered the final blow.

Because despite everything, despite the lies and manipulation—I loved my father. I’d spent my entire life proving that I wasn’t just his daughter, that I could make it on my own.

But if I said no, if I walked away now, I’d be leaving him to drown.

And Dominic Caldwell knew it.

Because when I looked up, he was standing at the entrance of the lounge.

Watching me.

Waiting.

For my surrender.

My hands curled into fists.

I would marry Dominic Caldwell.

But I would never love him.

And I sure as hell would make him regret ever thinking he could own me.

****

The engagement announcement spread like wildfire. By the time I arrived at Caldwell Enterprises later that evening, the entire world knew.

I stormed into Dominic’s office, slamming the door behind me. He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, looking completely at ease, like a king surveying his kingdom.

I hated him.

I hated how effortlessly he had destroyed my choices.

He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

I didn’t. “Why are you doing this?”

He leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Because I can.”

My nails dug into my palms. “You manipulated my father. Forced his hand. Why?”

He stood, closing the space between us in slow, measured steps. “Because, Elena,” he said, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous, “this is bigger than you and me. Your father thinks he’s making a deal to protect himself.”

He reached out, trailing a single finger along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.

“But what he doesn’t realize,” he murmured, “is that I’m not saving him. I’m destroying him.”

My breath caught. “What are you talking about?”

Dominic smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

“Marry me, and you’ll find out.”