Mafia Boss. His Toy

“I’m selling her,” Sasha shoves me to the center of the hall. “A noble girl, with a pedigree. One million dollars—naturally.”

“I’ll take her,” a voice cuts in from the crowd—HE appears: the mafia boss who keeps the whole city in fear. The man walks toward me with a lazy, relaxed stride, but his icy, assessing gaze makes my body tremble.

Early this morning I was an ordinary girl—studying, working part-time, a rude cat, and failures in my personal life. And already this evening they brought me here, where they’re trying to pass me off as the heir of a steel magnate.

But I’m not her—or am I…?