Seven Nights With The Mafia King

"Seven nights. One ironclad contract. Zero touching. Too bad the mafia king doesn't obey anyone’s rules, including his own."

Eliska Wójcik spends her days patiently restoring centuries-old masterworks in a quiet Kraków workshop. She understands delicate pigments, cracked varnish, and fragile canvas, not organized crime. But when her reckless younger brother runs up a staggering €350,000 debt in an exclusive underground gambling den, she marches straight into the cellar to drag him out. She expects a sleazy loan shark. Instead, she meets Lucien Vautrin. Ruthless, devastatingly handsome, and chillingly controlled, Lucien is the French-Polish head of a multi-billion-euro syndicate spanning Paris to the Baltic. Men tremble when he clears his throat. Yet when an ink-stained art restorer with a sharp tongue looks him dead in the eye and calls him insufferable, he doesn't order her death. He offers her a bargain. The terms: play his devoted, captivated girlfriend for seven consecutive nights to deflect a forced political marriage and smoke out a traitor in his ranks. In exchange, her brother’s debt markers burn to ash. Eliska signs on one condition, Clause Four. Strictly business. No bedrooms, no kissing, and absolutely no touching without permission. It was supposed to be a simple transaction. Except forced proximity in high-security Warsaw penthouses, candlelit storms, and Parisian fashion galas test every boundary they wrote in ink. Behind Lucien’s frozen aristocratic mask lies a white-knuckled jealousy that sets rooms on fire the second another man looks her way. When family betrayals detonate and dark secrets from her father’s past drag them into an all-out syndicate war, Eliska realizes the contract was never a coincidence. The king never intended to let her go, and seven nights was never going to be enough.