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 helicopter touched down smoothly on the helipad near the marina, the thrum of its rotors gradually fading into the background. My heart raced as I stepped out, the warm Ibizan sun immediately kissing my skin. The view before me was breathtaking—luxurious yachts lined the marina, their gleaming white hulls bobbing gently in crystal-clear waters. Dario’s hand slipped into mine, grounding me as my heels clicked against the pavement. 


Ahead of us, the yacht towered like a floating palace, its sleek design a testament to wealth and power. Music pulsed faintly in the background, mingling with the sound of laughter and the gentle lapping of waves. My nerves tightened as I took it all in, but Dario's confident stride pulled me forward. 


Waves of Desire and Doubts