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 door clicked shut behind Sonia, but the silence she left in her wake was deafening. My mind whirled, caught in the storm of her words. I couldn’t breathe. It was as if every memory I had of us was being torn apart and reassembled into something new and hideous. 


Could she have been right? Had I really been the bully all these years? 


I leaned against the wall, feeling its cool surface against my back as my knees threatened to give way beneath me. All these years, I’d thought Sonia’s bitterness was born out of envy, her spite a weapon she wielded to make herself feel better. But what if it was more than that? What if I had unknowingly been the villain in her story? 


Crossing Territories