Alle Kapitel von 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Kapitel 211 – Kapitel 220

Arlari's POVHe leaned forward and pulled me into a deep kiss, claiming my tongue and breath.I kissed him back, desperately.He pulled out of the kiss but kept his forehead on mine, nose brushing, lips an inch apart.“I’m keeping you forever with me," he breathed, voice hoarse. “You don't get to opt out on me."“Never," I whispered.He claimed my lips again, but just then, his phone buzzed with a call." This better be important,” he murmured.I chuckled as I watched him step out to take the call.He didn't return again for the night, and I soon fell asleep waiting for him to return.***When I woke up the next day, I stayed under the blanket for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling and thinking about last night. The way Severiano had looked at me when I asked if he would ever leave me, the long silence before he answered with a kiss, and the promise he made mid-kisses.Finally, I forced myself out of bed.After washing my face and getting dressed, I stepped out of my room and walk

Arlari's POVMy breath stopped.It was Danny, tied to a pole, blindfolded.His head hung forward, his arms pulled tight behind him, there was blood on his lip, and his shirt was torn. His body looked still, too still.For a second my mind refused to understand what I was looking at.“No…” I whispered, the word slipped out before I could stop it.My body went cold.“No. No, no…”I pushed myself up quickly, ignoring the soreness between my thighs. My heart started racing so fast it hurt.“That’s not real,” I said, my voice shaking. “That’s not real…”But it was, and I knew it was.Severiano didn’t move, he was still looking at the screen. Completely still.“Severiano,” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “Say something.”He didn’t answer, his jaw tightened slightly.That was the only reaction from him, but I understood that his silence meant danger. Serious danger.My breathing became uneven.“We have to do something,” I said quickly. “We can’t just—”His phone buzzed again, and the

Arlari's POVMy hand trembled as I held the phone to my ear.“That’s not possible,” I said quickly. “There has to be a mistake.”The doctor’s voice stayed calm. “I understand your reaction, but I ran the test more than once.”“How many times?” I asked, my voice shaking.“Three times,” he replied. “The result was the same each time.”My chest tightened.“No… that doesn’t make sense,” I whispered. “Severiano is infertile.”There was a short silence on the line.“I am only telling you what the test shows,” the doctor said carefully. “You are pregnant.”My head started spinning again. Pregnant?The word felt heavy in my mind, impossible to comprehend. Completely impossible.“I need you to check again,” I said quickly. “Please… maybe something went wrong in the lab.”“I already did,” he said gently. “I wouldn’t call you if I wasn’t certain.”Tears filled my eyes again.This was too much, first it was Danny, threats, deadline, and now this?“I… I don’t want him to know yet,” I said sudden

Severiano’s POVI did not sleep that night, not because I could not, but I chose not to.Arlari slept beside me, curled into my chest, her breathing uneven at first, then slowly settling as the fever weakened her. I kept my arm around her the entire night.Every time she moved, every time her breathing changed, I was awake.Danny being alive should have been enough to calm things, but it wasn’t. Alejandro did not make mistakes like that, he did not lose people unless he wanted to.So no, this was not over.The next morning, the sun casted warm glow through the window. Arlari stirred beside me, her fingers tightened slightly on my shirt before her eyes opened.For a moment, she looked confused, then everything came back to her.“Danny…” she whispered.“He’s alive,” I said immediately.Her eyes searched mine.“I’m taking you to him.”She pushed herself up too quickly, and I steadied her before she could fall.“Carefull,” I said.“I’m fine,” she insisted.She wasn’t, but I let it pass.T

Arlari’s POV“He can’t be dead,” I repeated, my voice breaking again.The words kept coming out, like if I said them enough times, they would become true.“He can’t be dead…”The car felt too small, too tight, like there was no air left inside. My chest hurt from crying, my throat burned, and my head kept spinning.Rafael didn’t say anything, he just kept driving.His hands were firm on the steering wheel, his face cold and unreadable. But I knew better now. I had seen him break just minutes ago, now… everything was gone.I wiped my face with shaky hands, but the tears didn’t stop.“Say something,” I whispered.He didn’t respond, and that silence scared me more than anything.“Rafael…”“I don’t believe it,” he said finally.His voice was low, but he sounded dangerous.I turned to look at him.“You don’t?” I asked weakly.He shook his head once.“No.”A small and fragile hope flickered inside me.“He’s not that easy to kill,” Rafael added.I nodded, forcing my heart to believe those wo