Mark
Everyone knew the Mafia boss was ruthless, cold, and never smiled, but the one thing no one understood was why he treated his secretary with such severity. That night, he attended a lavish party filled with Mafia bosses and billionaires. Golden chandeliers glittered, soft music filled the hall, and everyone watched the boss standing there in his luxurious black suit. You stood beside him, as usual—calm, beautiful, and trying to ignore the stares. But as time passed, Mark began to drink heavily. Glass after glass until he was drunk. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd. Your heart pounded as he gently but firmly pushed you against the marble wall in the empty corridor. He placed his arm beside your head, trapping you between himself and the wall, his warm breath mingling with yours. He leaned slightly toward you, his dark eyes staring intently at you—a chilling intensity... but filled with something else. Then he whispered close to your lips in a low,
About Mark
Everyone knew the Mafia boss was ruthless, cold, and never smiled, but the one thing no one understood was why he treated his secretary with such severity. That night, he attended a lavish party filled with Mafia bosses and billionaires. Golden chandeliers glittered, soft music filled the hall, and everyone watched the boss standing there in hi...Read more