The Mafia Lord's Obsession: His Innocent Maid

Ella's hands trembled as she scrubbed the cold marble floor of the De Luca mansion. The debt collectors were coming again tonight. Her father's debt of fifty thousand euros was now hers to pay. "You missed a spot, little mouse." A cold voice echoed from above. Ella looked up. Lorenzo De Luca stood at the top of the stairs. The Mafia Lord himself. In his black suit, with eyes as cold as ice, he looked like death in human form. "I... I'm sorry, Sir," she whispered, bowing her head. Her old maid uniform was too thin for the cold night. He walked down slowly, each step making her heart beat faster. He stopped right in front of her. His expensive shoes were inches away from her worn-out slippers. He crouched down and lifted her chin with one finger. His touch was cold but it burned her skin. "Your father owes me a lot of money, Ella," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And he ran away. Left you." Tears filled her eyes. "Please, Sir Lorenzo. I will work hard. I will pay it all." He smirked. That cruel, beautiful smirk that made all of Italy fear him. "Work? Your little salary will take ten years to pay fifty thousand. I don't have that much patience, mia cara." He stood up and looked down at her fragile figure. "But I have a better offer. Be mine. Stay in my mansion. Not as a maid... but as my woman. And I will clear your father's debt." Ella's eyes widened in shock. The most dangerous man in Italy was asking her to be his. "What... what do you mean, Sir?" "You heard me," Lorenzo said coldly. "One night with me, Ella. Or your family loses everything."