How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 31&32

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND

How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 31&32

{•𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲•}

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[𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥]

Sky was still under the shower when Nancy sat on the edge of the hotel bed, the room dim except for the lamp by the nightstand.

Steam curled from beneath the bathroom door. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. It was answered on the first ring.

“Hello, ma’am,” Danzo said.

“I need you to do something for me,” Nancy replied calmly.

“What is it, ma’am?”

“I want you to look into Sky’s scandal,” She said, her voice steady.

“The deepfake video. And the explosion at his apartment. Not many people know where he lived, which means this wasn’t random. I need to know who’s behind all of it.”

“Understood, ma’am,” Danzo said without hesitation. “I’ll start immediately and report back once I find anything.”

She paused for a second. “You know what to do when you find them, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She ended the call and let the phone rest in her palm, her gaze drifting toward the bathroom door.

Someone is really going to feel pain, she thought.

The door opened moments later and Sky stepped out, already dressed, his hair still damp, his face calmer than it had been all night but still carrying the weight of everything he’d survived.

He stopped when he saw her looking at him.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

She smiled, soft but unreadable.

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um… thanks again. And about earlier…the kiss…”

“You mad that I kissed you?” she asked, arching a brow.

He didn’t answer, just looked at her, searching.

“I’m not going to apologize,” she added.

“I didn’t ask you to,” He said, stepping closer. His voice lowered. “As a matter of fact—”

He leaned in, instinct taking over, but she turned her face at the last second, his lips brushing past her cheek instead.

“Nah,” She said lightly. “You think I kissed you because I like you?”

“But—”

She chuckled and suddenly looped her arms around his neck, close enough for him to feel her breath, close enough to make his heart stumble.

“You’re going to have to earn it, Sky,” She whispered, eyes glinting. “I won’t make it easy for you.”

She winked, slipped out of his hold, and picked up her bag.

“Call your manager,” She said, all business now. “Tell her what happened. You need to go to your agency. They’ll be worried about you.” She moved toward the door.

“I’m checking out.”

Before he could respond, she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.

Sky stood there alone in the quiet room, her words echoing, his chest tight—not with pain this time, but with something dangerous.

What was that all about?

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[𝐊𝐚𝐢’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Kai and Emma were both lying on his bed as he stroked her hair.

“You’re sure that Sky’s dead?” He asked.

“Hundred percent,” Emma said without blinking. “There’s no way he made it out alive. I’m sure of it.”

His jaw tightened. “Do you know if they found his body?”

She shrugged lightly, like it meant nothing.

“The fire spread to a few other houses. The firefighters haven’t been able to recover any bodies yet. The damage is bad.” She stepped closer, voice softening.

“But don’t worry. Sky isn’t a problem anymore.”

She kissed him then, slow and deliberate, sealing the lie with her lips.

Kai’s hands went to her waist immediately, gripping hard as he turned them and rolled, shifting until he was on top.

He pulled back just long enough to drag his shirt over his head, tossing it aside without looking.

A dark smile curved his mouth as he leaned back down.

“Looks like you’ve done a good job,” He murmured. “And good girls get good rewards.”

He captured her mouth again, in a rough kiss this time while she did nothing but moan into his mouth.

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[𝐒𝐆 𝐄𝐧𝐭. – 𝐒𝐤𝐲’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞]

Sky sat quietly as Billie placed a bottle of water into his hands. Her movements were careful, her eyes scanning him like she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” She said softly. “What happened? How did your apartment blow up?”

He stared at the bottle for a second before twisting the cap open.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I have no idea who would do this to me. I’m just… glad I left when I did. I can’t believe I almost died.”

Billie’s jaw tightened.

“Sky, I think it’s better you stay put. Or at least move around with a bodyguard whenever you leave this building. I’m not going to be happy if you get hurt.”

He nodded, taking a slow sip. “I promise. I’m going to be careful.”

“Good.” She exhaled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“I’ll be at the office if you need anything.” With one last concerned look, she turned and walked out.

The room felt too quiet after she left.

Sky stood and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him before dropping onto the bed.

His body sank into the mattress, exhaustion finally catching up to him, but his mind refused to slow down.

Nancy.

The image of her face rose uninvited, clear and vivid. The way she looked at him. The way she didn’t hesitate to kiss him.

His fingers brushed his lips unconsciously.

“She really kissed me,” he murmured, the words barely louder than a breath.

A pause.

“That’s the second time now.”

He didn’t even realize he was smiling until his cheeks started to ache.

The thought sent a strange warmth through his chest, something light and unfamiliar pushing against the heaviness he’d been carrying all day.

“So if she kissed me… does that mean she still likes me?” he muttered to himself, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s not in any sort of relationship with Levi…”

The smile faltered as the thought fully settled.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

His heart was already racing again.

—–
[𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞]

Levi sat on the edge of the couch in his room, tightening the laces of his sneakers. When he was done, he pushed to his feet and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Ginger’s voice stopped him.

He turned.

She was coming down the stairs slowly, bare legs first, wearing his shirt. It hung loose on her frame, stopping high above her thighs, the fabric shifting with every step.

Her hair was slightly tousled, like she hadn’t bothered fixing it on purpose.

“Sky’s around,” Levi said, eyes flicking over her before he could stop himself. “Thought I’d go check on him. You heard what happened at his apartment, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“I might step out too,” she added casually. “Get some fresh air. The night seems cold.”

Levi’s gaze dropped again, this time more openly, from her legs back up to her face. “Isn’t that a little too short?”

She smirked and walked past him toward the dining area, completely unbothered. “It’s just you.”

“I’m a guy,” he said, following her. “You should cover up.”

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes amused. “I don’t want to.”

Levi stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the space between them shrank enough for her to feel his presence at her back.

“So,” He said quietly, voice dipped low, “…you’re telling me it’s okay for you to walk around half-naked in front of me?”

Ginger stilled.

He leaned in just enough for his breath to brush her ear. “I’m still a guy, you know. And I don’t exactly have that much self-control.”

“You…”

“So, it’s okay if I do touch you, right?” He smirked.

Her shoulders tensed. Heat rushed to her face before she could stop it. She turned slightly, expecting—half bracing—for his hands to touch her waist, her thighs, anywhere.

Instead, he just stood there, watching.

Her cheeks burned. Her heartbeat went wild.

Levi chuckled softly.

“Look at you,” He said, amused. “All red already.”

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but he was already stepping back.

“See you later,” He added lightly, grabbing his jacket.

And then he was gone.

The door closed behind him, leaving the room too quiet, too warm.

Ginger stood there for a moment, one hand gripping the hem of the shirt, her heart fluttering in her chest—annoyed, and very aware that he’d made her feel this way without laying a single finger on her.

“It’s really unfair that you only think of me as a friend.” She mumbled.

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[𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲 – 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧]

Derek stood patiently outside Bianca’s room, hands clasped behind his back.

The door creaked open and he looked up just in time to watch her step out and turn slowly, deliberately, giving him a perfect, unapologetic three-sixty.

“Well?” She asked. “How do I look?”

She wore a black crop top that clung to her curves and showed just enough to be distracting, paired with an extremely short skirt that hugged her hips like it had been tailored for trouble.

Loafers grounded her feet.

Derek let out a low breath.

“Hot,” He said, then corrected himself with a crooked smile. “No—dangerously hot.”

Her lips curved, satisfied.

“So,” she said, reaching for the door behind her, “… you promised me a tour.”

“Sure,” he replied, stepping aside. “You first.”

She closed the door and walked ahead of him down the corridor.

Derek followed, swallowing hard as his brain short-circuited at the sight of her swaying stride. He forced his eyes forward. Forced being the key word.

—

They’d already driven through the island—private roads, guarded docks, secluded villas tucked into cliffs and now Derek was showing her the heart of it all: the main building.

Marble floors echoed under their steps as they entered the wide hallway. Men stationed along the walls lowered their heads in respect the moment Derek appeared.

Bianca noticed everything.

“So,” Derek said casually, though his attention kept drifting back to her, “How are things with the Yakuza?”

“They know something’s coming,” Bianca replied without missing a beat. “They just don’t know when. Right now, they see the Italian Mafia as their biggest threat.”

Derek glanced at her. “And when do you think is the best time to attack them?”

“One month,” She said.

He stopped walking. “Why?”

She turned to face him, expression sharp, mind already ten steps ahead.

“They’re still uncertain about the war and I think they’ll try to reach out to the other syndicates in China, Russia, Korea. They also don’t have intel on your strategy yet, which means they can’t move.”

She continued walking, and he followed, listening closely.

“If you prepare for a month,” She went on, “…there’s the general Mafia summit in Asia. All the leaders will be gathered in one place. That kind of exposure doesn’t happen often and it’ll give you an upper hand.”

Derek’s interest was fully captured now.

“A general summit…” He nodded slowly. “That might be the perfect place to strike.”

“It is,” Bianca said simply.

He studied her for a moment, impressed. “When you get back, give me everything you have on that summit. Names. Locations. Security. We’ll stay in touch.”

“Sure,” she replied, calm and confident.

As they continued down the hallway, Derek couldn’t get his mind off how dangerously hot she looked.

—

Derek opened the door and they stepped into the office.

“What is this office?” Bianca asked, her eyes scanning the sleek, intimidating space.

“This is the main office of our clan. Wait here for me. I’ll be back.” Derek’s voice was calm, controlled. He left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Bianca lingered, letting her shoes echo softly across the floor. Her gaze swept over the room—desks immaculate, walls lined with files. She exhaled slowly.

“Now’s a perfect opportunity. I need to find something,” she whispered, stepping closer to the nearest desk.

Drawers…nothing. Tables…empty. Files were just bureaucratic paperwork, no important information here. She moved to the shelves, her fingers brushing against a row of books.

One rolled slightly under her touch. A soft click sounded.

Her pulse quickened. She crouched, inspecting the shelf, and discovered the outline of a hidden vault.

A digital keypad blinked at her, letters glowing softly in the dim office light.

“F+k… what could the password be?” She muttered.

Her fingers hovered over the keys.

D E R E K P A R K E R → Error
M A T T E O P A R K E R → Error

She paused, biting her lip, then let out a small, frustrated sigh.

Almost joking, she typed deliberately:

P A S S W O R D

Beep.

The vault clicked and swung open slowly. Bianca blinked, incredulous.

“The password… is literally ‘Password’? So lame,” She muttered, shaking her head with a smirk.

Inside, a single box rested. She lifted it carefully, anticipation coiling in her stomach. Opening it, she revealed a rolled-up paper…blueprints.

Not just any blueprints—the detailed layout of the entire island, every building, every corridor, every security checkpoint meticulously mapped.

“I am indeed a lucky lady,” She whispered, her lips curling into a sly, victorious smile.

___

Derek was on his way to his father’s suite when he met him coming out, already dressed in his crisp suit.

“Dad.” Derek greeted.

“Hmm. You look happy, what’s the catch?” Matteo asked, arching a brow.

“Well, I told you that I have our plans in motion and guess what, Bianca is already here.” Derek said with a grin.

“Who’s Bianca?” Matteo asked, curiosity piqued.

“She’s in The Ryukai and she’s my spy in the Yakuza, she’s given me useful Intel that’ll aid in my raid against the Asian Mafia.” Derek explained, eyes gleaming.

“Mm. Bianca, where is she? I’d like to meet her.” Matteo’s tone carried a mix of intrigue and amusement.

“Sure, she’s in the office.” Derek nodded.

“You look unusually jolly,” Matteo remarked, studying his son.

“Well, I like her. F+k dad, she’s f+king hot.” Derek said bluntly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Matteo chuckled, shaking his head.

—

Meanwhile, Bianca was in the middle of using the photocopy machine in the office, printing out a copy of the blueprint she had just retrieved from the hidden vault.

She carefully folded the copy and tucked it into her loafers, leaving the original secured in the vault.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hallway, and a familiar voice approached.

“Crap!!” she muttered under her breath.

The office door swung open.

Derek and Matteo walked in to find Bianca sitting stylishly in a chair, calm, poised, almost untouchable. Her posture screamed confidence, every move deliberate.

“I take it you must be Matteo Parker?” Bianca stood, extending a hand with a cool smile.

“The one and only.” Matteo replied, amused.

They all sat down, the air tense with anticipation.

“My son already told me all about how you became his spy. Now I want to ask you, about your mysterious boss, Romeo.” Matteo’s eyes bore into her.

“What do you want to know about him?” Bianca asked, her voice even, measured.

“Everything.” Derek added.

Bianca leaned back slightly, her dark eyes gleaming.

“He’s a really cold and dark persona guy, very unbothered. Emphasis on unbothered. Fighting close combat with Romeo is like fighting death. He’s brutal. He’s barely in any mission, so he’s not the type of person you can predict what he thinks, or what his next move will be.”

Matteo nodded thoughtfully. “And how are you even here? Isn’t Romeo suspicious?”

“Perfect timing,” Bianca said. “Romeo is in California for three days. I have to be back before he suspects anything.”

The conversation shifted naturally to strategy. Derek outlined the plan to attack the summit, taking out the leaders all at once.

“Why not sabotage their meals? I mean, what better way to just kill them all at once.” Derek suggested.

“Hmm. I think I’ll see what I can do,” Bianca said, a sly smirk crossing her lips.

Matteo leaned forward, his tone more probing. “Why are you helping? What’s in it for you?”

“Derek promised to make me his woman.” Bianca turned to Derek, her gaze sharp.

“You can have this hottie if your plans succeed. I’ll do my part, and you do yours. Succeed, and make me the first Lady of the Italian Mafia.” She said it like a declaration, her confidence radiating danger and allure.

Derek licked his lips, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “I sure will.”

Bianca chuckled darkly, her eyes flicking between the two men.

“Fools,” She murmured to herself, the word dripping with both warning and amusement.

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[𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 – 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭]

The muffled sounds of laughter and splashing drifted in from outside, a reminder that everyone else was enjoying the night while Sasha sat on the edge of the bed in the Villa, knees pulled to her chest, staring at nothing.

Rias had left a while ago. The room felt too quiet now. Too tight.

She didn’t want to see Hunter.
Had been avoiding him on purpose.

The door suddenly swung open.

Sasha flinched.

Hunter stood there, chest rising fast, jaw clenched like he’d been holding this in all night. His eyes locked onto her immediately.

“Hunter, I want to be alone,” She said, her voice tired.

“Look, Sasha, enough with this craziness already,” He snapped, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “Can you fucking stop ignoring me?!”

“Can’t I ignore you? Come on, Hunter, just let me be for now. I’ll talk to you when I want to.” She exhaled sharply and stood up.

She moved to walk past him.

He caught her elbow.

Hard.

“Let me go!” She yelled, instinctively trying to pull away.

“No!” His grip tightened. “I’m not gonna leave until we settle our issues.”

“The only way we’re going to settle it is if you leave me alone!” She shouted back, her chest rising rapidly. “Just give me space!”

“Space?” He laughed bitterly. “You want space? Not like I cheated on you or anything. It was Billie who purposely tried to make me get her pregnant, c’mon!!”

Her face hardened, eyes burning. “And I’ve heard you. I heard everything. Now let me go already. I want to be alone.”

She tried to yank her arm free again.

His fingers dug in deeper.

“Sasha—”

“Hunter, will you let me go or not?” she asked, her voice strained, panic creeping in.

“You’re being really stubborn right now,” He snapped. “You’re just finding ways to get rid of me, right? If you’re thinking of breaking up with me, it’s not gonna work!”

“Okay, now you’re getting me angry!” She yelled back, chest heaving. “You know what, if you keep this up, we’re really gonna break up!”

That was it.

His fist released her elbow only to clamp around her chin—hard. Too hard. Sasha barely had time to gasp before her feet left the floor.

She was light, always had been, and he lifted her like she weighed nothing, fingers digging into her jaw.

“Hunter, you’re hurting me,” She choked out, her legs wobbling helplessly as they dangled.

Pain shot through her face, her skin burning as her vision blurred. Her cheeks flushed deep red, breath coming out in broken gasps.

“I already told you, Sasha,” He roared, eyes wild, unrecognizable. “The only way we’re going to break up is if you kill me. Now if you don’t have the balls to do that, you better get your fucking act together!”

He slammed her against the table.

The sound was violent—wood scraping. Everything on the table crashed to the floor.

So did she.

Sasha hit the ground hard, air knocked clean out of her lungs.

“Hunter…” she whispered, terror finally breaking through as she looked up.

His shadow loomed over her as he squatted down, blocking the light, swallowing the space. Her body instinctively curled inward, trembling.

“Listen to me, Sasha,” He said calmly now—too calmly. “I… love… you. I’m not fucking gonna cheat on you. So you should let go of the incident with Billie, understood?”

The sudden softness made her stomach twist. This was worse. The switch. The way his voice smoothed out like nothing had happened.

“I…” Her throat closed.

“I said do you understand?!” He shouted.

She flinched violently, tears spilling down her cheeks without permission.

“Yes… yes…” she nodded rapidly.

His face softened instantly.

There it was again.

He cupped her chin gently, thumb brushing her cheek as if he hadn’t just crushed it minutes ago.

“Don’t cry,” He murmured. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

But Sasha knew the truth now.

This man—this man was a monster wearing a lover’s face.

Her whole body shook as she stared at him, fear locking her muscles in place.

“Want to sleep in my room tonight?” He asked casually, like he was offering comfort.

She didn’t want to.

God, she didn’t want to.

But the thought of what would happen if she said no made her chest tighten in panic.

Slowly, numbly, she nodded.

“Good girl.”

He lifted her with care this time, almost gentle, and placed her on the bed like she was fragile porcelain. She sat there stiffly, eyes unfocused, heart racing.

Hunter bent down and began arranging the things on the floor back onto the table, humming under his breath, as if nothing had happened.

Sasha hugged herself tightly, nails digging into her arms.

This relationship wasn’t just hurting her anymore.

It was going to kill her.

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[𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Romeo walked out of his room, steam still clinging faintly to his skin, black tank top molding to his torso, sweatpants hanging low on his waist.

His hair was damp, strands falling into his eyes as he scrolled through his phone, moving down the hallway with slow, distracted steps, one hand shoved into his pocket.

He stopped when he felt it, that subtle shift in the air, and looked up to find Rias leaning against the doorway at the end of the hall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on him like she had been waiting.

“Move aside, Rias,” He said flatly.

“Relax, Romeo. I just want us to talk. You always act like I’m some plague or something. Can’t we have a little chat?” She replied, pushing herself off the door.

He locked his phone and slid it into his pocket. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“Really? Come on. I came all the way here just for you and you’re going to ignore me? Don’t do that. I don’t like it,” She said, lips pushing into a pout that didn’t soften him.

“Rias, what exactly is your problem?” He asked, voice sharpening. “Let’s hear it. What is it?”

She inhaled slowly, like she was bracing herself. “I’m hurt.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“Yes, Romeo. You hurt me.”

His brow lifted, unimpressed. “How.”

“I understand the marriage didn’t work because we hated each other at first,” She said quickly, words spilling now.

“But I was willing to make amends. I was willing to try. I was willing to make it work. And you just dumped me, just when I started taking a liking to you.”

“Well, I dumped you because I got bored,” He said without hesitation. “And as you know, I have a woman. I don’t two-time.”

She laughed sharply, almost hysterical.

“Then why did you marry me in the first place? Don’t start with the crap about honoring my grandpa’s wish. You could’ve said no,” She snapped.

“You’re right,” He said, taking a slow step closer.

“I did say no. But then…” his voice dropped. “…your stubbornness got me intrigued. I wanted to tame it, Rias. I wanted to break that fire in you.”

Her breath hitched. “Then why did you stop? Why didn’t you finish what you started? It should’ve been us. Me and you. Not Bianca,” She said, grabbing his hand.

He yanked it away instantly. “Don’t mention her when you talk to me. Put some respect on that name.”

She laughed again, bitter this time. “Why her? Why not me?”

“You really want to know why?” he asked.

“Yes!” she shouted.

“Because your mentality is shallow,” He said coldly. “You really think you can take whatever you want just because you want it. You even went as far as using my own mother against me.”

“I did it because I love you!” She yelled, voice cracking. “I love you, Romeo. I want you. I can’t think of anyone else anymore. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you.”

“F+k, you’re so damn annoying..!!” He muttered, raking a hand through his damp hair, anger flashing hard across his face.

Before he could step back, Rias grabbed his tank top by the collar and yanked him down, smashing her lips against his in a desperate, forceful kiss, pouring every ounce of obsession and frustration into it.

Romeo reacted on instinct. He shoved her back hard enough to put distance between them and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like her touch had burned him.

“What the f+k, Rias,” He snapped, eyes dark with disbelief.

She laughed, slow and unhinged, dragging it out before licking her lips. “Even your lips taste perfect.”

The sound grated on him. Something ugly twisted in his chest as he stared at her, really stared.

The audacity of her, the lack of shame, the way she looked at him like he was something to conquer instead of a person.

What kind of girl was this? How far did her entitlement go?

“What do you want from me?” He demanded, anger cutting sharp. “S+x? Is that it? Because if that’s all you’re after, I could fuck your brains out right now and be done with it.”

She shook her head, eyes gleaming.

“I don’t want just s+x. I already told you that I want you, Romeo. And I’ll do anything to get you. I always get what I want. You and me are meant to be together, not that woman.”

His jaw tightened.

“I get why you need her,” She continued, voice turning cruel.

“Your childhood trauma. You can’t do without s+x, can you? You need someone to keep you on a leash. You’re a s+x freak, and I don’t mind that. I like it. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you be with that whore—”

Everything stopped.

It wasn’t her mocking his past. It wasn’t her calling him a s+x freak. One word echoed in his head, loud and violent, drowning out everything else.

Whore.

His gaze locked onto hers, so cold and dark it sliced straight through her bravado. For the first time, a shiver ran down her spine, but she lifted her chin anyway.

“Say that again,” He said quietly, his voice low and lethal. “I dare you.”

She swallowed, then forced a smile. “Bianca is nothing but a whore!!”

The slap cracked through the hallway.

Rias stumbled, vision blurring, but before she could fall, Romeo caught her by the neck and slammed her back against the wall.

The impact knocked the air from her lungs. Rage burned in his eyes, raw and uncontrollable.

Blood touched the corner of her mouth, metallic and warm.

And she laughed.

She laughed like she was drunk on it, like his fury fed something broken inside her. That only made his grip tighten.

“Yes,” She breathed, voice shaking with excitement. “That. I love that side of you. When you’re like this, it makes me want you even more.”

He stared at her like she was a stranger. “Have you completely lost your sanity?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m losing it over you. Bianca must be insane to think she can have you all to herself.”

She leaned into his grip, eyes blazing.

“So go on,” She taunted, voice rising.

“Hit me..!! Hit me some more, Romeo..!!”

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𝐓.𝐁.𝐂.