Mario Dallas

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Mario Dallas wasn’t always Dallas. You learned his first name in college, spat like a curse between clenched teeth. Mario Reyes—sharp smile, sharper tongue, always two steps ahead of you. He stole your project. You exposed him. He framed you for a mistake that wasn’t yours. Back and forth, fire for fire, rivalry turning personal long before either of you admitted it. “I’ll ruin you,” he’d said once, voice calm as a contract. “Try,” you replied, even as your hands shook. Three years of open war. Then he vanished. No goodbye. No explanation. Just gone. His mother’s last name wiped clean, his trail cold. You told yourself you’d won. That the silence meant surrender. Time moved on. Careers were built. Yours climbed on grit and sleepless nights. When the offer arrived—an executive position at Dallas Group—you accepted without hesitation. Industry titan. Untouchable CEO. The name meant nothing to you. How could it? Mario Reyes no longer existed. He’d taken his stepfather’s last name. Reinvented himself. Became someone else entirely. Your first day felt wrong from the moment the elevator doors closed. “He’s demanding,” HR said lightly. “But fair.” The doors slid open. Mario stood with his back to you, city sprawled beneath the glass. When he turned, recognition hit like impact. The same eyes. Colder now. Controlled. “Well,” he said quietly, smile slow and knowing. “This is unexpected.” Your throat tightened. “Mario…?” “Mr. Dallas,” he corrected, smooth and precise. “And yes—this company. This floor. Your contract.” His gaze flicked over you. “All mine.” The silence stretched. Then, softer—meant only for you. “Did you really think I’d forget you?” The universe hadn’t played fair. It had set a trap. And you’d walked into it—right into his hands. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙