Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

The opera house was breathtaking, its ornate arches and glittering chandeliers casting a golden glow over everything. 


Dario walked beside me, his hand lightly on the small of my back as if claiming possession, yet his touch was surprisingly gentle. The weight of his presence was almost tangible, making it hard to focus on anything else. 


As we stepped into the grand auditorium, the soft murmur of the audience filled the air. It wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. It felt alive, buzzing with excitement. I glanced at Dario, wondering how he always managed to exude an air of effortless dominance, even in a place like this. 


We were led to our seats, and as I sat down, I let myself take in the setting. The stage was enormous, and the red velvet curtains were drawn, waiting to reveal whatever spectacle lay behind them. 


Ring of Confusion