All Chapters of 90 Days With Don Cortez As His Submissive : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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 POVThe next morning, the mansion carried its usual stillness. Every corner seemed sharper, every shadow longer.It wasn’t just the morning quiet; it was the weight of what Matteo could be planning and the knowledge that a mole might be feeding him information from inside.Danny was already up, pacing the hall like he did every day. His shoes clicked softly on the polished floor, but the sound felt loud in the quiet mansion.“Arlari, I don’t get it. Why are you still here?” His voice was sharp, anxious.“I’m busy,” I said quickly, trying to sound normal, though my stomach knotted.He frowned. “You’re always busy. But why here? It’s… scary.”Irene appeared beside him, calm as ever, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder. She didn’t say a word, but her presence grounded him. I gave her a small nod of thanks.I had to focus. They didn’t know anything about Matteo, the mole, or the danger that laced every corner of this place. They weren’t supposed to.I shifted the topic. “Irene

Arlari’s POVI fell to my knees before I even understood what was happening.My body moved on instinct, like it knew the verdict before my mind could catch up.Fear shoved me down hard. The cold marble floor burned through the thin fabric of my clothes, biting into my skin like punishment already underway.I gasped as the air left my lungs, my chest seizing, my hands trembling so badly I couldn’t press them flat against the ground.This couldn’t be real. This had to be some cruel misunderstanding. Some twisted test.“I didn’t know,” I sobbed. The words tore out of me, broken and jagged. “I swear I didn’t know how it got on me.”My throat felt raw, like I had already been screaming for hours.Severiano stood across the room.Still. Silent.He watched me the way people look at things that are already lost. Already decided. Like my fate had been sealed the moment the bug detector screamed.“I would never betray you,” I said, my voice cracking apart as tears streamed freely down my face.

Arlari’s POV“Arlari,” he called softly.My eyes lit up with curiosity. Anticipation. Hope. My heartbeat did a somersault.I nodded, adjusting myself on my knees.“I don't trust promises,” he began. “I trust action.”My heart sank. That wasn't a verdict, not yet.He sat up in his chair and leaned in a little. Close, but not too close. Close enough for me to hear him loud and clear. “Your brother`s life is in your hands,” he said. “Act or he dies.”My hope shattered like a vase of flowers falling from a stand.I stared at him. Quiet. Confused. Speechless.Without another word, he gestured to the door. I was dismissed just like that. I dragged myself out of his study.The moment Severiano had released me from the cell, I knew my freedom was fragile. Danny was safe, for now. That was all I had. Every step I took, every word I spoke, had to be thought through. I could not afford another mistake. One slip, and everything would fall apart.I spent the next few days watching. Not openly. No

Arlari’s POVPain has its own language.It does not scream. It presses. It pulses. It sits behind the eyes and reminds you, again and again, that your body remembers even when you want to forget.They brought me back just before dawn. The sky outside was pale, unsure of itself. The kind of light that feels fragile. I was placed on a bed that was too clean, too white. It smelled of disinfectant and something faintly metallic.My head throbbed like a drum being struck from the inside. Every beat of my heart sent pain across my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, but darkness did not help. The pain followed me there too, even when I tried to breathe slowly. In. Out. Like I was taught. It barely worked.The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of movement. A doctor. Not him. Not the one who betrayed us. This one spoke in a calm voice, explaining things I already half knew.The device was gone. Removed carefully. No permanent damage, he said. The headaches were a reaction. Trauma. Pressure