Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss
His shoulders went rigid, his fingers twitched at his sides, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he realized exactly what kind of trouble Carla had just thrown herself into.
Carla, ever the oblivious social climber, scoffed. “Ghost King? Seriously? What is this, some kind of mafia fantasy novel?” She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I swear, people give these so-called powerful men the most ridiculous titles.”
William didn’t laugh.
"Oh, shit," he muttered under his breath.
Oh, this was interesting.
Mira tilted her head slightly, observing him with mild interest. "I take it you know the name, Mr. Ashford?"