How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 1&2

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2

HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 1&2

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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[𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑]-

[𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 – 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛]

The club throbbed under pulsing crimson lights, the air thick with the haze of dry ice, expensive perfume, and the sharp tang of premium liquor.

It was 7 PM, prime time at the upscale lounge where shadows hid secrets and fortunes changed hands on whispers.

Bodies crowded the dance floor, sharply dressed men in tailored suits, women in skimpy sequined outfits, while bass-heavy beats poured from overhead speakers, rattling glasses and bones alike.

The manager, a slick-haired guy in a black vest and tie, strode to the stage edge, near the backstage.

“Ladies! VIPs are here tonight, especially Boss Romeo. Get your asses on stage and put on a good show, make it count!”

Cheers exploded from the crowd, fists pumping, bottles clinking. He leaned into the mic now, hyping the lineup.

“Announcing the ladies who own the night! Leading it off, Candy—our firecracker lead dancer, body built for sin!”

Candy exploded onto the stage first, poured into a glittering silver bodysuit that hugged every curve.

Her long extensions swung as she claimed the pole, hips snapping in lethal precision, ass popping to the relentless rhythm blasting from above.

The other girls followed in a wave of heat: sleek bobs and thigh-slit dresses, bodies twisting in sync.

The double doors at the far end swung open, and Romeo entered like a storm cloud rolling in.

He cut an imposing figure, all black everything: fitted black shirt stretched over a chiseled chest and arms roped with muscle, black slacks tailored sharp, black boots polished to a mirror sheen, topped with a long black coat that billowed slightly.

The entire section rose as one. Patrons stood from their seats, heads dipping in respect; even the girls on stage paused mid-move, hips slowing. The manager hustled over, voice deferential.

“Boss Romeo, right this way, front table’s yours.”

Romeo gave a curt nod, no words wasted, and settled into the prime spot: the long, low table dead-center at the VIP stage edge, where performers were close enough to touch.

As usual, Tiago flanked him, popping the cork on a chilled magnum of Cristal as he stretched out, legs wide, utterly in command.

The overhead speakers cranked back up, beats slamming harder, and the girls reignited. Candy dominated the pole, legs wrapping high as she spun, drawing crisp bills from outstretched hands.

From the first note, her gaze pinned on Romeo, dark and hungry. She broke formation, catwalking off the stage with swaying hips, heels stabbing the floor like daggers.

The crowd parted instinctively, sensing the electricity.

She hit VIP territory and dropped fluidly to her knees before him—thighs splayed wide on the soft carpet, ass lifted high, back bowed to thrust her heavy tits forward in offering.

The music fueled her: she launched into a private inferno, twerking savage and unfiltered, cheeks clapping loud enough to cut through the bass, her body a blur of jiggle and grind.

Hands roamed her own curves first—squeezing her ass, tracing up to cup her breasts, before she inched closer, invading his space.

Fingertips grazed his thighs, bold and teasing, then slid up to his chest, pressing into the firm wall of muscle under black fabric.

Romeo didn’t move, just watched, that ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, body relaxed but coiled.

She leaned in, breath hot against him, kissing his chest through the shirt, lips parting for tongue, ni+ping the fabric with m0ans vibrating from her throat.

Lower she went, kisses trailing fire down his abs, then hovering at his crotch—soft pecks turning hungry, her hands steadying on his knees as she pressed in.

His hand reached out, spanked her boobs—real, hard sting.

She moaned louder, eyes locked.

“Follow me,” he whispered, standing. Then left.

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[VIP Room]

They slipped into the VIP room, the heavy door clicking shut behind them, muffling the club’s distant throb.

Plush black walls absorbed the low light from a single wall sconce, casting long shadows over the king-sized bed draped in silk sheets.

A nightstand stocked with crystal decanters and condoms. Candy’s heart hammered, her skin still buzzing from the stage, but Romeo moved like a predator—zero hesitation, pure control.

She reached for him, fingers grazing his chest, eager to please. In a blur, he grabbed her wrist, spun her, and threw her onto the bed face-down.

She bounced once, ass up, breath catching in shock and thrill.

“Strip,” He commanded, voice low gravel, already undoing his belt with precise flicks. His dark eyes pinned her, unblinking.

She bit her lip hard, tasting blood, her pussy clenching at the sheer authority in his tone—wetness pooling hot between her thighs, soaking her thong.

Trembling hands obeyed: she peeled off the sheer black dress, shimmying it down her curves, full breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air.

Thong next, slow tease, hooking thumbs in the waistband, sliding it off to reveal her glistening slit.

Naked now, vulnerable, she knelt up, eyes wide on him.

His trousers dropped, pooling at his boots. His cock sprang free, it was unrealistically huge, thick as her wrist, veined and throbbing, head angry-red and pointing straight at her like a weapon.

Nine inches easy, maybe more, and worse of all, he had piercings at the cap of his dick. Her mouth watered, fear and lust twisting in her gut.

Romeo snatched a condom from the nightstand, ripping it open with his teeth. Rolled it on smooth, sheathing that monster, then kicked off his boots and pants fully, towering nude—muscled thighs, ripped abs, chest heaving slightly.

“Turn your ass. All fours,” His deep voice rumbled, no room for debate.

She swallowed hard, throat dry despite her dripping core, scrambling into position—knees spread wide on the mattress, ass high, back arched, pussy exposed and quivering. Vulnerable. Waiting.

He stepped behind her, heavy hands gripping her hips first—fingers digging bruises.

She felt his heat, the blunt press of his cockhead nudging her entrance, stretching her folds. Then he thrust in, brutal, no mercy, burying half his length in one savage plunge.

Candy screamed, the burn exquisite, her walls clamping desperately around his girth, already too full.

Romeo didn’t pause. He slammed home, balls-deep, hips snapping like a piston.

Rough didn’t cover it, he fucked like ownership, each stroke pounding her cervix, rearranging her insides.

Smack—his palm cracked her ass cheek, red bloom instant. Smack-smack… merciless barrage, alternating cheeks, welts rising as she bucked forward with every impact.

“Take it,” He growled, yanking her hair back, arching her spine deeper.

Pleasure-pain blurred; she shattered fast—first orgasm ripping through her at thrust twenty, squirting messily around him, legs quaking.

He didn’t slow, railing harder, smacking her tits now as they swung, pinching nipples till she sobbed.

Second climax hit like lightning, vision spotting, her m0ans turning guttural begs.

“Please… f+k, it’s too much… Boss, slow—ahh!”

He laughed low, dark, flipping her onto her back mid-thrust without pulling out—legs over his shoulders now, folding her in half, hitting deeper spots that sparked white-hot ecstasy.

Smacks rained on her thighs, ass, even her clit, sharp stings amplifying the stretch. Third orgasm wrecked her, body convulsing, pussy milking him in vain as tears streamed.

Legs shook uncontrollably, thighs burning, toes curling.

“Begging already? I’m not done.” He was relentless, sweat-slick skin slapping hers, grunting with power, no sign of his own release.

She was gone—babbling incoherently,

“Can’t… please, I beg you… came three times, have mercy… hurts so good…”

Pain and pleasure fused into overload, every deep hit brushing her G-spot, cervix throbbing from abuse, her body a limp vessel for his dominance.

She couldn’t handle him—too big, too rough, her mind fracturing under the onslaught.

Finally, with a guttural roar, Romeo buried deep one last time, hips grinding as he came—hot pulses filling the condom, body tensing like iron.

He pulled out abrupt, c+k glistening, and strode to the bathroom without a word, door clicking shut.

She collapsed instantly, face-planting into the wrecked sheets, body twitching in aftershocks, pussy gaping and throbbing, a+s a map of handprints, limbs jelly.

The world spun, exhaustion crashing like a wave.

“He’s a monster, Lady Lin.”

Eyes fluttered shut, and she passed out cold, utterly spent.

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[𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

The bedroom door slid open with a sharp pull.

Ginger stepped out wearing nothing but her panties, her arms folded tight across her chest. Her hair was a mess, her face already twisted with annoyance.

The living room lights were low. Levi sat on the couch, tablet balanced on his knee, earbuds in, fingers moving fast across the screen.

She stood there for a moment, watching him ignore her.

Her jaw clenched.

She walked over and dropped herself beside him, then leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind.

“Babe…” she said softly at first. “Can you leave that for a while? You’ve been on that thing for an hour now.”

Levi exhaled, slid one earbud out, but didn’t look at her.

“Ginger, I’m working on my new album. I told you. I’m busy.”

Her arms loosened. Her face fell.

“You’re always busy,” she muttered.

That made him pause.

He finally turned to her, brows knitting. “That’s not fair.”

She scoffed, pulling away from him completely and sitting upright. “Oh, really? Because it feels pretty fair to me. I come out here, you barely even look at me, and all you care about is that stupid tablet.”

“It’s not stupid,” he snapped. “This is my work.”

“And I’m your girlfriend,” she shot back. “Or did you forget that part?”

Levi rubbed his face, already tired. “I didn’t forget. But you act like I’m not allowed to do anything for myself.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So now you’re saying I’m stopping you?”

“I’m saying,” He said slowly, choosing his words, “….that I give you a lot of my time. A lot. And I need some space sometimes. Just a little.”

She laughed bitterly. “Wow. So writing songs is more important than me now?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s exactly what you said,” she pushed. “You’re sitting here choosing your album over me.”

Levi stood up abruptly, tablet in hand. “I’m not choosing one over the other. I’m asking for balance.”

She rose too, standing toe to toe with him. “Balance? Are you seriously complaining right now?”

“Yes,” he said, voice rising despite himself. “I am complaining.”

Her eyes widened, offended. “Unbelievable.”

“You don’t like me doing anything that doesn’t revolve around you,” He continued, frustration spilling out now. “It’s always ‘Levi, I want this,’ ‘Levi, come here,’ ‘Levi, don’t do that.’”

“That’s because I want you,” she shot back. “Is that a crime?”

“No,” he said sharply. “But it becomes one when that’s all it ever is. Kissing, clinging, s+x, attention. Nothing else. You don’t care about what I need.”

She crossed her arms. “So now I’m immature?”

“You’ve been immature,” he said, voice tight, “ever since we started dating. You can’t stand it when I focus on something that isn’t you.”

Levi dragged a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling hard.

“Ginger,” he said, voice strained.

“You were there when I had nothing. When I was writing songs on my phone, sleeping on couches, wondering if this would ever work. Down to my debut and up to my fame at this very moment . You know how much my career means to me. You of all people should understand what this means to me.” He said.

“You weren’t acting like this when we were just friends.”He added.

She stared at him, eyes blazing.

“I do understand,” She snapped. “And that’s why I’m pissed. Because now that I’m your girlfriend, I’m suddenly optional. You were also giving me lots of attention when we haven’t started dating.”

“That’s not true,” He shot back. “Ginger, you’re draining me. You don’t see it, but you are. Every day it’s something. I don’t get room to breathe.”

Her face twisted, like he’d slapped her instead.

“Draining you?” She yelled. “Wow. So loving you is draining now?”

“I didn’t say loving me,” He raised his voice too now. “I said the way you cling, the way you don’t let me have space—”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” She screamed.

“I’m talking because you won’t listen!” He shouted back. “You make everything about you. You never ask if I’m tired, if I’m stressed out—”

Her hand moved before either of them could stop it.

Smack.

The sound echoed in the room.

Levi froze, head turned to the side, cheek burning. His eyes slowly came back to her, stunned more than angry.

Ginger’s chest heaved. For half a second, her face flickered with shock at what she’d done. Then anger rushed back in like armor.

“You think you have the right to decide what is more important to you between me an being an idol?” she spat.

She turned away from him abruptly and stormed toward the bedroom.

“Ginger—” He called.

She slammed the door shut so hard the walls rattled.

Silence.

Levi stood there for a moment, heart pounding. He walked to the door and stopped, pressing his palm against it.

“I’m sorry,” He said, voice softer now, cracking. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

No response.

“I didn’t mean you’re a burden,” He continued, forehead resting against the wood. “I’m just tired. I’m stressed. Please… open the door.”

Still nothing.

He knocked gently. Once. Twice.

“Ginger,” He pleaded. “I love you. I don’t want to fight like this. I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry.”

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[𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 – 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧]

The Chinese Mafia are called Triads.

The double doors to the suite swung open, revealing a world drenched in just two colors: blush pink and pristine white.

Plush pink velvet couches hugged white marble floors, crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen sugar, and every cushion, curtain, and vase screamed opulent excess.

This was Lin Zhou’s domain, the untouchable, 25 years old princess of the Zhou Clan, entitled to the point of tyranny, her every desire met before she voiced it, her tantrums leaving bodies in their wake.

Lin lounged on a massive pink couch in the center, legs stretched out regally like a queen on her throne.

Five servants encircled her in perfect formation—two kneeling at her feet with pedicure tools, buffing her toes to glossy perfection; one fanning her gently with a white ostrich feather; another holding a silver tray of chilled grapes; and the last poised with a bottle of vintage Bordeaux, ready to refill her crystal goblet.

She sipped her wine slowly, pinky extended, eyes half-lidded in bored bliss.

A servant hurried in from a side door, bowing low. “My lady, Candy is back.”

“Hmmm. Let her in,” Lin purred, not looking up from her pedicure.

The doors parted again, and Candy entered dropping to her knees in a deep bow.

Lin set her goblet aside, leaning forward with a predatory gleam. “So, what did you find out? How’s my prince charming?”

Candy’s cheeks flushed as she straightened slightly.

“He’s even hotter up close than in photos. He smells really nice. He has a great body, all carved muscle, and his eyes are so pretty, like storm clouds. Then his voice? It can make you wet instantly. He’s also really rough in bed and lasts for a really long time.”

Lin’s lips curved. “So, how big is he down there? Give me an estimate.”

“He’s really thick and about 9 inches long or more,” Candy breathed. “And worse… he’s pierced down there.”

Lin moaned low, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her core—just thinking about him, had her dripping wet already.

“You’ve done a good job, Candy.” Lin’s voice turned silky. “I’ve already told Dad to form an alliance with the Ryukai Yakuza. That way, I’m gonna get closer to the man who was made for me.”

Candy stood frozen, biting her lip, eyes darting with unspoken hunger.

Lin stretched out her hand lazily. One servant placed a sleek black pistol in her palm without hesitation.

“My lady…” Candy whispered, eyes widening.

**Bang.**

The shot echoed sharp and final. Candy crumpled lifeless to the pink carpet, a red bloom staining the white marble nearby.

“Fool,” Lin chuckled, handing the gun back.

She sank deeper into the couch, sipping her wine anew.

“Romeo… Ryūjin… Dragoni. What a good day to be mine.”

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[𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨- 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 – 7𝐩𝐦]

Tiny footsteps echoed through the wide halls, light and fast, like a little storm with curls.

Ariana burst out of the living room, her small feet slapping against the marble floor, giggles spilling from her mouth as she ran with reckless joy.

Her hair bounced wildly, her dress riding up as she clutched a stuffed bunny by one ear.

“Riri—!” Esther’s voice rang out from behind her. “Ariana, stop running!”

“Nooo!” Ariana squealed, her voice high and mischievous. “You can’t catch meee!”

She made a sharp turn near the staircase, nearly crashing into a decorative vase before swerving just in time.

Esther gasped, clutching her chest as she hurried after her, skirts gathered in her hands.

“Riri, slow down! You’ll fall!” she warned, half breathless, half pleading.

Ariana only laughed harder.

“I fast! I fast like car!” she declared proudly, wobbling as she ran. “Vroooom!”

She darted into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, then abruptly stopped, spinning around to face Esther with a cheeky grin. Before Esther could reach her, Ariana stuck her tongue out.

“Missed me!” she chirped.

“Aria—!” Esther lunged, but the child slipped right past her legs, squealing in delight as she took off in the opposite direction.

“Riri naughty!” Ariana announced to no one in particular, clearly pleased with herself.

Esther groaned softly. “Yes, very n+ughty,” she muttered, chasing after her again. “Your mama is going to hear about this.”

That made Ariana pause for just half a second.

“Mama is out for work, don’t tell her.” she whispered dramatically, putting a finger to her lips, then immediately ruined the act by giggling again and running off.

The villa, usually so cold and imposing, felt different with her laughter bouncing off the walls.

As you’re thinking, she is Sasha and Hunter’s daughter. She really looks exactly like her father.

Three years old. Too young to understand the weight of the house she lived in, or the man who owned it.

Four years ago, Sasha’s pregnancy had come like a sealed fate. Hunter had married her quickly, and you could tell that Sasha getting pregnant was all his strategy.

He did that so Sasha would be tied to him.

Esther finally managed to catch Riri near the dining area, scooping her up before she could escape again.

“Got you,” she panted.

Ariana wriggled in her arms, pouting dramatically. “Put me downnn.”

“No more running,” Esther said firmly, though her lips twitched with affection. “You’ll get hurt.”

Ariana crossed her arms, cheeks puffed out. “Riri not tired.”

Esther sighed, holding her closer. “I am.”

Sasha stepped into the villa, exhaustion clinging to her like a second skin. Her shoulders sagged the moment the door closed behind her, the familiar silence of the house pressing in.

She slipped off her shoes, rubbing her temples, still dressed in her hospital scrubs.

Before she could take another step—

“Mamaa!”

Tiny arms wrapped around her legs with force, nearly knocking her off balance.

Sasha gasped softly, then smiled, her tiredness melting away as she looked down.

“Hey… my Riri,” she murmured, immediately crouching to scoop Ariana into her arms.

Ariana clung to her neck, face buried against her shoulder. “I missed youuu,” she said in a small, drawn-out voice.

“I missed you more,” Sasha replied, pressing a gentle kiss into her daughter’s hair. She inhaled deeply, as if grounding herself in the scent of her child. “Did you behave for Esther?”

Ariana shook her head proudly. “I run fast,” she said, grinning.

Sasha chuckled quietly, brushing her thumb across Ariana’s cheek. “Of course you did.”

Riri chuckled.

Few Minutes Later– Master’s Bedroom —

Hunter stepped into the room just as Sasha emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft white towel that clung to her damp skin.

Her long, dark hair cascaded in wet waves over her shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks and the elegant curve of her neck.

Droplets of water traced lazy paths down her toned legs, and the towel hugged her full figure just enough to hint at the soft swells beneath—radiant, effortlessly alluring, like a vision from one of his deepest dreams.

“Love, you’re home,” she said, her eyes lighting up as she crossed the room to hug him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You look tired. Are you hungry?”

“No.” He replied, moving to the dresser to remove his watch and unbutton his shirt, revealing the taut lines of his chest.

“Riri’s been asking about you all day. You should go see her—she’s in her room.”

“Sure,” He said, but before she could turn away, he stepped behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

Sasha paused to pat her skin dry with the towel’s edge, but then she felt his warmth against her back.

He leaned in, brushing his lips along the sensitive curve of her neck, nipping softly with a hunger that sent a shiver through her.

“Love…” she murmured, her voice a mix of affection and hesitation.

“So f+king pretty…”
His hands roamed lower, one sliding beneath the towel’s hem, fingers seeking the warmth between her thighs.

He pressed gently, trying to tease her into response, but she caught his wrist, easing his hand away.

“Not now,” She said softly, turning to face him. “I’m a bit tired.”

He pulled back slightly, brows furrowing. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“I had a stressful day at work, long hours, endless meetings with my patients too.”

Hunter’s gaze darkened with need, his voice dropping low. “It’s been so long since I’ve had you. I’m aching for you right now, Sasha. Just let me…”

He didn’t wait for more words. With deliberate care, he tugged the towel free, letting it pool at her feet.

She stood bare before him, and he drew her close, capturing her mouth in a deep, insistent kiss.

His hands cupped her br+sts, squeezing with firm reverence, thumbs circling her hardening peaks as he murmured against her skin.

Emboldened, he slipped his fingers between her legs again, stroking with slow, insistent rhythm, coaxing her body to yield.

But Sasha tensed, placing both hands on his chest and pushing him back firmly. “Hunter, stop. I said no.”

He froze, frustration boiling over.

“Damn it, Sasha! What’s your problem? I come home exhausted, craving you, and you shut me down like this?” His voice rose to a yell, echoing in the quiet room.

She flinched, eyes widening in hurt. The air thickened with regret as he caught himself, running a hand through his hair.

Ever since they got married, he tried to stop his bad temper towards her, especially with Riri in the house, but sometimes he still loses it.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell. I just… I missed you.”

Sasha sighed, arms crossing over her chest as she retrieved the towel.

“I’m going to see Riri,” He muttered, grabbing his shirt and storming out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Sasha sighed.

“What has gotten into him again?” She pouted.

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[𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 -7pm]

Rias walked through the sliding doors of the airport, dragging her suitcase behind her. She paused for a moment and called her grandpa.

“Hello, grandpa, I’m here already. Did you send the driver?” she asked.

“No. Romeo is there to pick you up. I asked him for a favor,” Rafael replied.

“Ro… meo?” she stammered, but the line went dead immediately.

“Rias…!”

She turned toward the voice and saw him leaning casually against a sleek black car parked just ahead.

She started walking toward him, suitcase scraping lightly against the floor.

Four years.

Four years since she’d last seen him. And he had changed. His hair was fuller, his arms had new tattoos, the short-sleeve shirt and trousers showing off a body that looked stronger, sharper.

His jawline was more defined, the confidence in his stance unmistakable. Every inch of him was… striking.

Rias stopped in front of him, not realizing she had slowed to a crawl and was staring. Her mouth went dry.

“You gonna keep staring?” he asked, voice low and smooth, missing the usual edge she was used to hearing from him.

“Good evening,” she said finally, voice small.

“Give me that,” he said, reaching for her suitcase. With practiced ease, he lifted it and placed it in the trunk.

He opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

Rias stepped inside the car, shutting the door behind her. Romeo got in, closed his door, and started the engine.

The tires rolled smoothly over the pavement as they drove out of the airport.

—–

The drive was quiet. Rias stared out the window, watching the streets blur past, lost in thought. The soft hum of the car filled the space between them.

“How are you?” Romeo finally broke the silence.

“I’m fine,” Rias replied without turning.

“It’s been just four years, and you’ve grown so much since then. You’re still a kiddo in my eyes, though,” He said, smirking slightly.

“Romeo, I’m twenty-six. I’d really appreciate it if you stopped calling me that. It’s annoying.”Rias shot him a glare.

“You haven’t changed one bit. Annoying,” She muttered.

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

“So, you’re a licensed doctor already, huh?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Yes. You didn’t even attend my graduation ceremony.” she said, frowning.

“I was kind of busy and not even in Japan. But I sent you gifts though. Didn’t you get them?” He said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

“I did,” She said sharply. “But I was expecting you to call or something. You seriously are the worst. It’s been four years, and not once did you reply to any of my messages or texts. You’re the worst.”

“Want me to make it up to you? Wanna go out?” he asked, leaning back in his seat casually.

“Don’t bother,” she replied, tone flat.

“Why? Will your boyfriend get mad?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Rias turned fully toward him, incredulous. “How do you know about my boyfriend? Are you stalking me?”

“Me? Stalk you? You actually wish, Rias. I don’t chase girls,” He said with a grin.

She scoffed and turned back to the window, silence settling between them again.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. The name that flashed caught Rias off guard…

Mini Me 💗💜.

He swiped to answer and connected his earbuds.

“Hello?” he said.

“Romeo, where are you? I’m at the hotel already,” a female voice called.

“I’m on my way. I’ll get there soon. Besides, we agreed by 8, it’s still early. You miss me already?” he teased, voice softening.

“Shut up. Hurry up,” the voice replied sharply.

He hung up, smirking slightly.

“I’ll drop you off at home and be on my way. We’ll catch up some other time,” he said to Rias.

Rias nodded, trying to focus on the road ahead, but her mind was spinning.

Mini Me? Saved with hearts? Who was that? His lover? No. His child? Romeo has a child? How come no one told her?

She sat back in her seat, gripping the edge tightly, her heart suddenly heavy with confusion and curiosity.

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[𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥]

Romeo stepped into the hotel lobby, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. The lights reflected off the polished floor as he scanned the area.

By the elevator, leaning against the wall, stood Nancy. All black, mask in place, her presence sharp and commanding even in that stance.

Romeo’s eyes followed her, taking in every detail before he walked over.

“Where were you?” she asked, her tone curt, eyes narrowing behind the mask.

“I went to pick your sister up from the airport,” He replied evenly.

“She’s back already? Thought her flight was delayed. Did she come back with her so-called boyfriend?” Nancy’s gaze flicked to him.

“No,” Romeo said simply, his tone final, giving nothing away.

Nancy’s eyes narrowed again, but she brushed it off.

“Anyways, that’s not my problem. Let’s just finish what we came here for.” She linked her arm with his, holding him tight.

Without another word, they stepped into the elevator together as the door shut.

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