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 walk to Dario’s room felt longer than it should have, even though his room was almost next to mine. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each sound echoing loudly in the quiet hallway. The villa had fallen into a hushed stillness, amplifying the tension coiled tight in my chest. 


I stopped in front of his door, my heart hammering in my ribcage. Why was I so nervous? It wasn’t as if I hadn’t faced Dario before, but something about tonight felt… different. 


I took a deep breath, straightened my dress, and raised my hand to knock. 


Before I could, the door swung open, revealing Dario. 


He stood there, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing a glimpse of his toned chest. The shirt clung to him like it had been made for his frame, and his blue jeans hung low on his hips, casual yet exuding power. His damp hair was mussed, as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, and the faint scent of his cologne wafted toward me. 


The Room of Secrets