Novel & Cerita Contracted To The Cold Mafia Billionaire

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.

You really did. If only I had read the damn contract before signing. If only I hadn’t let the promise of that stupid money blind me. Now, here I was knees trembling, staring into the eyes of a man I couldn’t fight, a man who could kill me with a flick of his wrist. A mafia boss. A wolf. And I was trapped in his den. I thought of my parents waiting at home, my mother probably pacing by the door. I thought of my boyfriend, of the message I never got to send. Of Laura sweet Laura who would be worried sick right now.

Biting the corner of her lips, she tried to come up with something else but her brain went blank. “Scarlett Girogio, 22 years old from California. Father, late, mother, fraudster, gambler, drug addict… we call them druggies here… you look surprised?” He asked, raising his brow at her. “How did you know about my family?” she was trembling now. “I do a background check on all my debtors.” Gulping, she tried to calm her raging nerves but couldn't. “If you sign the contract, not only will you wriggle yourself out of your debt but also, you will get yourself some compensation.”

She kept nodding, even before I finished talking. “Do you accept the contract?” I asked. She nodded vigorously, and then threw herself against me in gratitude. I had only a moment, before her soft body hit mine, her feminine curves melting against me. Fuck. She felt good. I had a feeling if I did not treat her roughly, she might get the false notion that I was a kind man. I was not. I was the most ruthless billionaire she would ever come across, in fact, killing her would have been merciful.

I sighed exasperatingly. "Mafia! Perfect, Ivory, perfect!" I stared at her as of she'd gone mad. She stood up and came to my side. She grabbed my hand and shook me slightly. "You're married to a mafia billionaire. Awwww, how does it feel living my dream, baby?" She sighed dreamily and smiled widely. "Are you sure you're okay, Ava? We're talking about mafias here. They're dangerous and they're capable of many bad things."

Immediately Gina entered the car, she handed over the wads of bills she was supposed to give the receptionist. "Thank you for catering to my mother's bills, but I had it covered. So, I'm giving you this in return," she says, all but thrusting the money into his palm. She didn't feel comfortable with allowing him pay for her mother's needs, knowing fully well she could now foot the bills. Thanks to her contract marriage, she was almost a millionaire so a few ten thousands would not hurt her so bad.

Then suddenly a cold voice echoed on the house. "You bastard! I won't let you off this time!" He snorted coldly at Jate. He was Millers one of the underling of the Mafia boss who was under Rogers. He was sent by Drake Winston to destroy this family and wiped them out, he was even paid a high priced to hired him for this job. This Mr. Millers agreed when he meet the standards price to hired him for doing something for him, he didn't hesitated to accepted it because it has doubled the money for his standard price.

Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.” --- **Story 11: The Contract Wife** **Chapter 1** Elena Rossi was desperate. At twenty-three, she had nothing left. Her father’s gambling debts had destroyed their family. Loan sharks were circling. The only way out was the deal her father had arranged in a panic: a marriage contract with Lorenzo Moretti — the cold, ruthless heir to one of the most powerful mafia families in the city. It was supposed to be fake. A business arrangement. Six months. Then she would be free and the debts would be wiped clean.

For one strange second, real emotion slipped through the billionaire’s perfectly controlled mask. Gone almost immediately. “You’d be surprised,” he said quietly. The room fell silent again. Rain streaked across the massive windows while the city glittered beneath the storm like something beautiful drowning slowly. Amara looked down at the contract once more. Six months. Fake engagement. Public appearances. Rules. Confidentiality agreements. A life that didn’t belong to her. It should have been easy to reject. So why did it feel like fate had already made the decision for her? Damien placed a pen beside the contract.

he growled, taking another step forward. “I know enough!” I threw some of the papers at him. They scattered across the floor between us. “You inflated the debt. You planned this. I was never collateral by accident. I was chosen. Like a fucking prize!” The temperature in the room dropped. Nikolai’s expression turned ice-cold. The man who had held me gently last night disappeared completely. This was the Mafia King. The killer. “You went through my private things,” he said slowly, voice terrifyingly quiet. “After everything I’ve done to protect you and your daughter. After I killed for you.”