All Chapters of 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arlari’s POVI followed him deeper into the mansion, my steps quiet but my heart loud.Severiano walked ahead of me, posture straight, movements controlled. If he was affected by whatever had been slipped into his drink, he did not show it openly. But I noticed the small things. The way he paused for half a second before turning a corner. The way his breathing sounded heavier, slower. Anyone else would have missed it.But not me. I didn’t.It made my chest tighten with something dangerous. Hope. Fear.This was my window. That thought repeated in my head like a chant. I hated myself for it, but I clung to it anyway. I told myself I was doing this for Danny. For freedom. For survival.Still, guilt followed close behind.Using this moment felt wrong. Taking advantage of him, even if he held all the power, made my stomach twist. But then I remembered the contract. The cage. The rules written to favor him. And the guilt dulled just enough for me to keep walking.He led me into his room and

Arlari`s POVAfter pacing around for a few minutes. I decided to head back inside. Staying out long would only aggravate him further and worsen whatever punishment awaits me.As soon as I approached his office, he looked up and met my gaze. My heart dropped, fear surged through me. My knees wobbled.He only looked away and continued with what he was doing.Gently, I pushed open the glass door and dragged my feet inside. Taking slow, calculated steps like a prodigal child who had just returned from rebellion.“Book a meeting with Noah`s Enterprise for tomorrow,” he instructed, voice calm. Eyes fixed on his system.Anybody would mistake his calm demeanor for forgiveness. But not me.His calmness was far from that. It only meant one thing. That I was definitely going to be punished. Hard.The rest of the day went on like any other day. Normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.But I knew. I knew that beneath the surface, a tornado of fury was brewing. And I was going to be swept away with it

Arlari’s POVThe room was still full, yet Severiano’s presence changed the atmosphere entirely.He stood by the door, composed as ever, posture relaxed, hands loosely folded. But his eyes were not relaxed. They were sharp. Calculating. Quietly furious in a way that pressed against my ribs and made my chest feel too small for my lungs.The meeting ended without any trouble.Papers were stacked. Chairs scraped softly against the floor. Conversations dissolved into low murmurs as people filtered out, careful and polite, as if the room itself had grown teeth.Matteo didn’t leave.He lingered until the last few stragglers disappeared, then turned toward me with that effortless smile he wore like armor.“You did a great job,” he said honestly.I returned a faint smile. Barely there. Polite enough to pass.“Dinner next week,” he continued, tone smooth, confident. Not a question. Never a question. “Just us.”I hesitated. I shouldn’t have, but I did.“I’ll think about it.”The silence that fol

Arlari’s HeartThe next day was a weekend, and the mansion fell into a strange kind of stillness. No meetings. No visitors. No reason for anyone to leave. Everyone stayed home.Everyone except Severiano.From what I could tell, he had locked himself in his office since morning. I did not see him once.I stayed in my room, stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I tossed. I turned. I got up and paced, then lay back down again. Time dragged like it had weights tied to its ankles. Sleep refused to come, and boredom gnawed at me like a restless animal.I hated this.I hated that I no longer had the freedom I once took for granted. I hated that I could not see Danny whenever I wanted, that every part of my life was now measured and controlled. Most of all, I hated that Severiano decided when I was allowed to feel anything resembling happiness.If only he were not infertile.If only I had succeeded in making him sleep with me.If that had happened, I would have been counting down

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