My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone.

I needed to vent.

I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy.

[Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.]

I looked up.

Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red.

Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone.

My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen.

Holy shit.

Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.

Holy shit. My ruthless Mafia Boss is the sugar daddy who calls me "Mistress" on the dark web.

After my phone accidentally dialed him, Don Cassius's private phone buzzed on the conference table.

The entire boardroom was dead silent.

I held my breath. My palms were slick with sweat.

Ten seconds ago, I hit the video call button for a contact saved as: 6'1, Dumb Money, 8-Pack.

Who was currently sitting at the head of the table. The same man who had just ripped my art restoration draft into five pieces.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think the sweet man who cried for his "Mistress" online and wired me millions without blinking was the city’s most feared Mafia godfather.

Ten minutes ago, he tapped my canvas and sneered, "Aria, this is your fifth draft? Did you get your head slammed in a door five times?"

I almost cried right then and there.

My family was drowning in millions of dollars of debt. My only way out was restoring antique paintings. And he was the boss who held my life in his hands.

But now—if he answered that video call and saw my face, everything would flip.

The constant fear of my drafts getting rejected. The debts. The nightmare of my parents selling me off for an arranged marriage.

All of it, solved.

I stared at his phone on the table. My heart hammered so hard it bruised my ribs.

Answer it. Come on, answer it.

The screen lit up.

Then, he declined the call.

A second later, my own phone buzzed.

[Mistress, I'm in a meeting. I can't take my pants off right now. Be good.]

[Don't be mad. Sending you money. I'll contact you later. Love you.]

[Transfer: $52,000.00]

I was stunned.

But seeing the money, I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from twitching up.

A split second later, a voice like cracked ice snapped me back to reality.

"Aria."

I snapped my head up. My gaze crashed into Cassius’s dead, gray eyes.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?"

Every head in the boardroom turned to me. A dozen suited wiseguys stared at me like I was dead meat.

I opened my mouth. "I..."

"You what?" Cassius stood up. At six-foot-one, he towered over me, his three-piece suit impeccable. "Did you hear a word I just said?"

"I... I heard you."

"Then what's