LOGINSeveriano’s POVThe house was quiet that evening, but my mind was not.Quiet never meant peace. It meant something was waiting.Matteo.Dangerous. Calculated. Too careful.Men like him did not rush. They did not explode. They waited. They observed. They smiled. And when they struck, it was precise and devastating.He moved like he was untouchable, and that was exactly what made him dangerous.I knew him. Not fully. No one ever truly did. But I knew enough.Enough to know that his interest in Arlari was not accidental.It was a weapon. I knew it.And she knew it too, even if she didn’t fully understand what it meant yet.That made her valuable. And vulnerable.And that meant she had to be protected.Not with words. Words made people reckless.With strategy. With structure. With patience.I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and looked out at the city through the glass wall.The city belonged to me.Every light, every building, every shadow carried my mark.
Arlari’s POVSeveriano gave permission.That alone told me how dangerous this was.Danny would not be here if Severiano had not allowed it. My brother knew that. He felt it in the way the guards watched him. In the meantime, the house stayed too quiet when he moved.He still did not know why I was here.He still asks me every day. “Why don’t you just leave?” “Why does he let you stay?”“Arlari, this place is scary.”I never answered.I couldn’t. I was paying for his crime, and as long as he was alive, then that was all that mattered.So when Severiano told me Danny could visit because I said I was bored, guilt sat heavy in my chest. Danny thought this was kindness. He did not know it was control.Irene came with him.Irene was Calm. Observant. Quiet in a way that felt sharp, not shy.She stayed close to me, not because she was ordered to, but because she chose to. Danny stayed close too, like a habit he had not broken since we were kids.They did not know what was happening.They wer
Arlari's POVJust like I had predicted, Severiano did not let me have my release.That was his punishment.I woke up the next morning with a sore throat and an aching body. My jaw hurt when I swallowed. My neck felt stiff, like I had slept wrong, though I knew I hadn’t slept much at all.My throat hurt from the way he frantically thrust his big cock into my mouth, almost choking me with it. By the time I left the playroom, my eyes were red from containing his cock in my mouth, his liquid still on my taste buds.His scent still lingered on me.It clung to my skin, heavy and familiar. No matter how many times I washed my hands, it stayed. It followed me as I moved through the room, as if he was still there, watching.I dressed quietly.Carefully.I did not rush, but I did not linger either. I chose clothes that covered me fully. Clean lines. Neutral colors. Nothing soft.By the time I stepped outside, Severiano was already getting into the car.“Good morning, sir,” I said.He nodded onc
Arlari's POVI walked into his room wearing my night robe that was loose but very transparent.I looked around but he wasn't in sight.The entrance to the playroom.I guess he would be in there so I walked right inside.It's been a while since I was here.The air felt different. Thicker.As soon as I walked in, Severiano turned to me. “Did anybody see you in that?" he asked, pointing casually at my nightwear.I shook my head. “No, nobody saw me."He approached and circled me slowly, like a predator about to jump on its prey.I gulp, my gaze fixed to the floor.“I told you, Arlari,” he began. " Only I am authorized to see your body."I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the floor.He finally stopped behind me, close enough for me to feel the heat rolling off him.“It's been a while since you took some lessons," he said, his warm breath brushing the back of my neck.I heaved a shaky breath. “Yes, master."“I told you, Arlari. I prefer sir," he corrected.“Yes sir," I rephrased.“Good girl,"
Arlaris POVWhat took place at the abandoned mansion did not leave me.Just like every other blood-spilling scene I've seen since I was thrust into Severiano's world, it clung to my skin like smoke. No matter how many times I washed my hands, I still felt the blood. Still smelled the gunpowder. I still heard the shots.Six of them. Final.Severiano called it protection.I called it a warning.The next morning, everything looked the same. The mansion was clean. Quiet. Perfect. Like the occupants of it were normal.But I felt different.I moved through the halls with guards always nearby. Not close enough to be obvious. Close enough to remind me I was not free.Just like he had promised, Severiano made sure eyes were on me, not just Rafael's. I still hadn't had the opportunity to reach out to Esteban again, and for some reason, I was glad he hadn't reached out either. Even though I needed a new plan.Severiano barely spoke to me. When he did, it was short. Controlled. His eyes lingered
Arlaris POVMatteo appeared from inside the mansion.His face was cold. Hard. A look I did not know he could wear.No warmth. No smile.No trace of the man who leaned too close to me at the office. No trace of the man who asked me out as he meant it. No trace of the man who pulled me into a sudden embrace to spite Severiano.He walked toward me.For one foolish second, my heart sank. I thought he would stop. Say something. Even look at me.He didn’t.He walked past me like I wasn’t there. Like I was air. Like I was not the same woman he had touched with his eyes only days ago.A wave of relief hit me, because I knew Severiano's eyes were on me, even though he didn't make it obvious.He stopped in front of Severiano. He tilted his head slightly upward to meet Severiano’s gaze. He leaned closer and whispered something I could not hear.Severiano did not react.Then they both turned and walked inside.“This way,” Rafael said.His voice was calm. Too calm.He walked ahead. As he passed Ir







