All Chapters of 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Chapter 221 - Chapter 228

Arlari's POVSomething is wrong, I know it the second that single word escapes his mouth, even though he tried to mask it.I’ve learned the difference between Severiano’s calm and his restraint.I freeze, just watching him. Matteo wriggles in his arms, tugging at his sleeve, completely unaware of the shift in the room. Luca, next to him, babbles and reaches for a pillow, unbothered. I hold my breath, because I know, I know something is wrong, or has happened.Severiano’s hand tightens around Matteo slightly, subtle enough that no one else would notice. But I notice. I’ve spent enough time watching him to know that shift, that quiet tension before a decision is made.“How certain?” His voice is calm, and flat.I held my breath, still not wanting to ask, not wanting to be the one to poke at the storm. His gaze flicks to me, just a second, enough to say he sees me, but not enough to give any information.Then he’s gone, his eyes sliding back toward the empty space outside the window.“

Danny's POVI never thought I would feel this… divided.When Irene died, something inside me didn’t just break, it went quiet. Like a part of me shut down and refused to come back.I didn’t scream, I didn’t rage.I just carried it every day, every breathI carried the memory of her, the way she moved, the way she spoke.m, and the way she looked at me.I felt so much pain, not just losing her, but losing myself too.I glance down at my arm, at the empty space where my hand used to be.Alejandro took it from me without batting an eye, like I meant nothing, like I wasn't his brother.I survived, somehow.But surviving doesn’t mean you remain the same, it jjust means you’re still breathing.“Danny”Arlari’s voice pulls me back.I turn toward her, leaning against the doorway. She’s holding one twin while the other is trying to crawl off the bed like he has no sense of danger.“Come and carry your nephews before they break their heads,” she says, tired but amused.I let out a small breath,

Irene's POVI didn’t know where I was going, I just kept walking.Past the hallway, past doors I've never walked through. Severiano might have gotten a new house, but it still felt the same, yet fuller, louder,My chest still felt tight, not from weakness, not from fear.But from him, from what I saw, from what I felt.I pushed a door open and stepped into a small and quiet sitting room.I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm against my chest like I could steady the storm brewing inside me.Just then, I heard footsteps.A pause.Then more footsteps.Arlari. Danny. Severiano.And… her.I turned this time.They were all there.Watching me.Waiting.“Talk,” Raphael said.Straight.Sharp.Uncompromising.I leaned back slightly against the arm of the chair.“You’ve always been patient,” I said dryly.“Not with you,” he replied.That almost made me smile.Almost.I folded my arms.“Fine,” I said. “You want the truth? I’ll give it to you.”The room stilled.Even the air felt like it stopped movi

Irene's POVThe house felt different the next day.It was far from quiet, yet full and peaceful, in a way that made every one relaxed.Severiano had discharged most of his men, he now works with very few of them, who were hardly seen around.I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling for a second before everything came back to me.The house, the night, Danny.I turned my head slightly, and saw him leaning back on the single couch next to the bed, sleeping.I can't believe he slept in this position all night, guarding me, like I would disappear again.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just watched him, his face looked calmer than I remembered. Less tense, like something inside him had settled, even if it wasn’t fully at peace yet.Then his eyes opened and he saw me.“You’re still here,” he said quietly, adjusting on the couch.I pushed myself up slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why? Are you disappointed?”A faint smile touched his lips.“Not even close.”I pushed myself up sl