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 knock came just as I was about to sit down with a book to pass the time. It was sharp, deliberate, not the kind of knock you ignored. For a moment, I hesitated. The knock came again, louder this time, as though whoever was on the other side didn’t care to be polite. 


When I opened the door, I wasn’t sure what I expected, but seeing Sonia standing there, arms crossed and her expression painted with smugness, was still a surprise. 


“What are you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 


She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” 


I hesitated for half a beat too long before stepping aside. She brushed past me, her perfume leaving a sharp, flowery trail in the air. As she walked into the living room, her eyes darted around, taking in every detail—the plush couch, the elegant art on the walls, the wine cabinet in the corner. 


Opening up old Wounds