Contracted To The Cold Mafia Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

She's been deflowered in the gruesome way possible, torture and maltreated beyond anything hunan like but she was strong but now. She's been sold,after getting so close to repaying the debt her father owes; she's been sold to Lewis Flyheart. He's a drug lord, a mafia,a ruthless kîller. Is she gonna survive!? "Lanie,I can and just did. Indeed you have a sweet cûnt,the most requested sèx worker in this brøthel but Lanie. I need cash quick so yes. I sold you, wishing you a happy life of unlimited prostîtution "Brandon waved with a smrik plastered on his face

“I have to confess something to you, Ana. I… I got in with some very dangerous people. I had no choice but to take the contract you see… and I made a big mistake. And now I owe a debt that I cannot bear to pay.” “What kind of dangerous people?” Her entire body went still. “The Romanian Mafia.” “H-how much do you owe them?” He hesitated, as if he couldn’t find the words. Anateya snapped, “How much do you owe them, Papi?!” “A billion dollars!” He threw his hands up, his chest heaving. “I’m so sorry, Anateya.” Her legs gave out, and she dropped onto the ottoman, staring out at nothing in particular. “How did this even happen?”

on a daily basis because life here is not cheap. The girl who shouted earlier is Kamila Griffith, my best friend since I've been here at university. Kamila is the daughter of a billionaire like most of the students at Wrentford who are all either daddy's boy or daddy's girl but Kamila and I never let our financial situations interfere with our friendship. And this ‘Brad’, is only Kamila’s childhood friend, he is also a daddy’s boy but he doesn’t want to admit it. Kamila, Brad and I have a few classes together like the one we have with Mr. Langley that's where I met them. It's Brad and Kamila who have the same track as they are both preparing to take charge of the companies of their respectiv

“That was before you chose her. Before you made it clear I was just a distraction.” “I never chose her.” His free hand came up, bracing against the wall beside my head, caging me in. “The engagement is business. You were never a distraction, Lia. You’re the only thing in my life that feels real. And I’ll be damned if I let you fly off to some new country with that pretty-boy doctor.” I laughed bitterly, even as my pulse raced. “So you kidnap me? This is your solution? You’re a mafia boss, Kade, not a caveman. Let. Me. Go.”

Fabrizio is that still water that, if you get careless, will pull you under and finish you off. "You don't have to worry about that. The Bratva has already received a nice gift from the Cosa Nostra." "Their Pakhan’s head," I infer, feeling satisfied. "With a nice red bow," he adds, and we both laugh. "I love happy endings," I ironize. This is a frontal declaration of war between the two most powerful mafias in the world, but after what they did, it couldn't be any other way. "Why don't you come with me to my house?" my friend suggests, returning to a formal tone.

She was half-ready to faint on purpose just to stop what was coming. Alex leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands lightly. “So… the good news I wanted to share.” Racheal’s heart dropped again. Her palms were clammy. Any second now… “I landed a contract worth fifteen million dollars,” Alex announced proudly. “I’ll be staying here for a few days before heading back to my place.” Racheal blinked. Wait… what? That was it?

Corrupt. Connected to the mafia. Not that I’d seen it firsthand. Those were just the rumors. In reality, it could be that the guy was just a ruthless businessman. If there was one thing I’d learned from my parents, things weren’t always what they seemed. “Send him another message,” I suggested softly. She shook her head.

The streets filled with people on their morning routines, oblivious to the storm brewing in the penthouse above them. Then Aurora spoke the question that had been haunting her since last night. “Who are they?” Damian turned to her, his brows furrowing slightly. “Who?” “The people after you,” she clarified. “The ones who would do anything to see you fall.” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, with a resigned sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. “The Caldwell family is just the beginning,” he admitted. “They’ve been circling for years, waiting for a sign of weakness. But they’re not the real threat.”

I was born a billionaire since my father was wealthy, running several airports and running the mafia family. Back then, our mafia family specialized in money laundering, but now, we prefer blackmailing the government to embezzle from them. The mafia family made me a multi-billionaire. The company was only to finish the job, making me a trillionaire and also to cover up my mafia Lord identity. "I'll give you a billion. Get the hell out of my life,". “Deal!" He said before turning. "Boys! Bring the bitch out!" He shouted. A small piece of metal opened from the floor and some men stepped out of it.

"I'll never marry someone who thinks the world revolves around him. The man's ego is bigger than his bank account." Mia stopped pacing and turned to face Evelyn, her hands on her hips. "But it's fake, Evie. A contract. It's not like you have to actually fall in love with the guy." Evelyn stood up, her voice rising with frustration. "It's not about love, Mia. It's about dignity. I won't sell myself cheap, not even for twenty million." "Cheap?" Mia scoffed, picking up a framed photo of Jake from the coffee table. "Twenty million is hardly cheap. And what about Jake? Do you want to stay unemployed forever? You said it yourself - Ethan's been pulling strings to keep you jobless."