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 warm water cascaded down my back, easing the tension that had built up over the day. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, replaying every moment from the past twelve hours. From the extravagant rooftop lunch to the opera and Dario's unexpected proposal, it all felt surreal. 


Was he trying to prove something, or was this all part of his plan to keep me under his control? I couldn’t tell. 


And yet… the way he looked at me today, the softness in his voice when he told me he wouldn’t stop trying—it was hard to ignore. For a man so ruthless and calculated, he seemed almost vulnerable. 


I sighed, shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around me, I padded over to the dresser and began getting ready. Dario had asked me to come to his room, and while I didn’t know what to expect, curiosity got the better of me. 


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