HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2
HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE
How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 27&28
[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.
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Romeo’s hips pistoned like a machine, each savage thrust slamming deep, his piercing grinding her G-sp0t into oblivion.
Their wet body mixes with their sweat, bodies slapping wetly under the shade.
“F+k, your p+sy’s gripping me so tight, milking my co+k,” he growled, pinning her wrists above her head with one massive hand.
Rias cried out, legs trembling as her first orgasm ripped through her—walls convulsing, juices squ+rting around him.
“Romeo! Oh god, yes—f+k!”
But he didn’t stop, pounding harder, faster, chasing her high like it fueled him.
“First org@sm already? Greedy little sl+t,” He taunted, flipping her onto her stomach roughly.
He yanked her hips up, ass high, and drove back in from behind—doggy style, brutal and deep.
His palm cracked against her soaked a+s cheeks, leaving red handprints.
“Take it. All of it.” Sweat poured off his chest, dripping onto her back as he rutted like an animal, balls slapping her clit.
She screamed into the cushions, pushing back, her second climax building fast.
“Harder—wreck me, please!” It hit like lightning, body seizing, p+sy fluttering wildly around his unrelenting c+k.
He laughed darkly, not missing a beat, gripping her hair to arch her neck.
“Not done yet, baby. You wanted wrecked.”
Yanking out, he spun her around, shoving her legs over his shoulders in a mating press, folding her in half, c+k spearing impossibly deeper.
The angle hit new spots, his sweat-slick abs flexing with every punishing thrust.
“Look at you, creaming on my d+k again. Third time’s the charm?”
Her nails raked his thighs, tears of ecstasy streaming.
“Yes—f+k, Romeo, I can’t—oh fu+uck!” Org@sm three exploded, vision blurring, body quaking as she gushed over him.
But he only growled louder, pace ferocious, veins bulging in his neck.
“That’s my girl. Squirting like a wh+re for me.”
He flipped to reverse cowgirl next, sitting up to bounce her on his lap, her ass grinding down as he thrust up viciously. Hands mauled her tits, pinching n+ples until she sobbed.
Sweat flew with every impact, rain amplifying the slick sounds.
“Ride it—f+k yourself on this pierced c+k till you break.”
Her fourth org+sm peak shattered her, cries turning to guttural m+ans, pussy so sensitive it hurt so good.
“Romeo!! It’s too much—don’t stop!”
He wasn’t, flipping her miss¡onary again, hooking her ankles behind his neck for maximum depth, railing her into the mattress.
“Gonna fill this p+sy. You’re mine, say it.”
“Yours! All yours—c+m inside me!” She shattered, convulsing endlessly.
With a primal roar, Romeo buried deep, pumping hot ropes of cum into her, hips jerking—but even then, he ground slow circles, drawing out her aftershocks.
Rias gasped for air, body limp and quivering beneath him, his c+m still leaking from her wrecked p+sy.
“Romeo… I’m so tired,” She breathed, chest heaving, every muscle spent from the storm of org+sms.
But he only smirked, eyes dark with endless hunger. Shifting his weight, he picked up the pace—not faster, but impossibly deeper.
Long, deliberate slow strokes now, pulling out to the tip before sinking in to the hilt, his pierced c+k dragging torturously along her oversensitive walls.
Each plunge stretched her anew, filling her completely, the slow rhythm building a new fire in her core.
Their eyes locked, his fierce and adoring, hers glassy with tears of overwhelm and bliss.
She cupped his sweat-damp face, thumbs tracing his jaw as rain drizzled around them.
“I love you,” She whispered, voice breaking.
“I love you more.”
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss—tongues slow-dancing as he f+ked her with measured, profound strokes.
No rush, just pure connection, his hips rolling to grind her cli+ with every bury. Her tears spilled, mixing with their sweat, as pleasure coiled tight again, soft m+ans vibrating into his mouth.
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[𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠]
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom.
Rias lay tangled in the sheets, her hair a wild, messy cascade across the pillows.
Every inch of her ached deliciously, but down there—god, she was so sore, like she could still feel Romeo’s thick weight buried deep inside her, stretching and claiming.
The door creaked open, and Romeo strode in shirtless, his chiseled abs and broad chest on full display, a tray of breakfast balanced effortlessly in his hands—fresh fruits, pastries, steaming coffee. He set it down perfectly on the dining table with a grin.
“Good morning,” he said, voice husky from sleep.
“Good morning.” She smiled back, warmth blooming in her chest.
“Breakfast?” He paused at the foot of the bed, eyes twinkling mischievously.
Rias sat up, swinging her feet to the edge. The moment she stood, her legs wobbled like jelly—thighs burning, core throbbing with that deep, tender soreness.
She crumpled right back onto the bed with a yelp.
Romeo smirked darkly, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying the sight.
“What’s so funny?” she shot back, her cheeks flushing as she glared up at him.
“Nothing. Come here.” He teased, voice laced with smug satisfaction.
She tried again, gripping the bedpost for support, but it was pointless—her knees buckled instantly, the soreness flaring sharper, radiating up her hips.
She couldn’t walk if her life depended on it, thighs quivering from the night’s relentless pounding.
Romeo chuckled low, closing the distance in two strides. He scooped her up effortlessly into his strong arms, cradling her bridal-style against his bare chest.
“Can’t walk, huh? Who’s fault is that?” he murmured, lips brushing her ear.
She buried her face in his warm skin, shy heat flooding her.
“Yours,” She mumbled, inhaling his musky scent.
He carried her to the small dining nook, settling her gently onto the chair. Her silk robe slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin.
Leaning down from behind, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, tongue flicking out to taste her.
“Romeo…” she breathed, a shiver racing down her spine.
“I can’t get enough of you…” His hands slid over her shoulders, pulling the robe aside just a bit more, voice rough with fresh hunger.
Rias leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Romeo hummed approvingly, then pulled out the chair across from her, settling in as they dug into breakfast.
“Are you enjoying your vacation here?” he asked, eyes soft on her.
“Yes, it’s so refreshing.” She smiled, savoring a juicy mango slice.
“Glad you’re enjoying it. Which means I’ll have to plan more vacations like this.”
Rias bit her lip, gaze lingering on his shirtless form, heart swelling.
“So, what are your plans now? For us?” she ventured.
“What do you think?” He arched a brow playfully.
“I don’t know. I’m just asking.”
He reached across, holding her hand, fingers intertwining with hers—warm, steady.
“If I ask you to marry me again, what would your reply be?”
“Marry?” Her breath hitched.
“Yes. That’s my plan. I want us to get married again, only this time, it’s not just an arranged wedding. We’ll have an actual one, with vows that mean something.”
Her eyes watered, vision blurring with happy tears.
“Are you crying?” he teased gently, thumb brushing her cheek.
“I’m not.” She blinked rapidly.
“Yes you are, kiddo.”
She bit her lip harder. “Now stop treating me like a baby.”
“Well, you are my baby.” His voice dropped, affectionate.
Romeo took both her hands, pressing her knuckles to his lips, eyes fluttering shut in quiet reverence.
“Promise me something—you’re not going to leave me.”
“Romeo…”
“Promise me, Rias. I’m… going to die if you leave me. I won’t be able to take it.” His gaze pierced hers, raw vulnerability cracking his tough exterior.
She squeezed his hands tight, leaning forward.
“I promise, Romeo. I’m not leaving you—ever. You’re stuck with me now, through everything. I love you too much to go anywhere.”
Relief washed over his face like sunlight breaking clouds. They resumed eating but Romeo stared at her intensely, unblinking, like she’d vanish if he looked away even for a second.
His eyes traced her every movement, every smile, holding her in that unbreakable gaze.
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[𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 – 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭]
The private plane touched down smoothly on the exclusive airstrip, engines whining to a halt under the Tokyo evening sky.
Romeo clasped Rias’s hand firmly as they descended the steps, the humid air wrapping around them like a familiar embrace.
A sleek black car waited on the tarmac, discreet and ready.
At the bottom, they pulled into a tight hug—his arms strong around her waist, her face buried in his chest, breathing him in one last time.
“I’ll head straight to the clan,” He murmured into her hair. “You go home straight, nowhere else. You’ll be fine, right?”
“Yes,” She nodded against him, voice muffled but steady.
“Can I see you this evening?” she asked, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.
“Sure.” He smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face.
She beamed, that radiant glow lighting her features. Romeo lingered, watching as the private estate Uber glided up the driveway moments later.
Rias slid into the back seat with a final wave, the door closing softly.
He waved back until the car vanished around the bend, then turned toward the airport garage where his own ride waited.
As he walked, his phone buzzed in his pocket—he’d powered it on just minutes ago. Glancing at the screen, an unknown number flashed, but he knew it instantly. Lin.
Romeo swiped reject without hesitation, jaw tightening as he slipped into his car and peeled away.
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[𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 – ]
Romeo stormed into the main building of the clan courtyard, his boots echoing down the stark hallway. He spotted Tiago leaning against the wall.
“Where’s she?” Romeo demanded.
“In your office,” Tiago replied flatly.
Romeo marched straight to his office door and shoved it open. The second he entered, Lin shot up from the chair, striding toward him with fire in her eyes.
“Where the f+k have you been for the past two days, Romeo?! I’ve been calling you, but I can’t reach you! You just disappeared!”
“What are you doing here?” he growled, voice ice-cold.
“Answer me first!”
“Get out.” He stepped aside, gesturing sharply to the doorway.
“You were with her, right? Rias?” Lin pressed, eyes narrowing.
Romeo didn’t answer, his silence deafening.
“I knew it. She’s cheating on her boyfriend with you! How can you still love her? What the heck is it about that girl?!” Lin’s voice rose, laced with venom.
“I’m better than her, stronger even, loyal too, right here! I’ve done everything to try and get closer to you but you won’t even look my way. She’s got you wrapped around her finger like a pathetic dog!”
Romeo’s control snapped. He grabbed Lin by the neck, hoisting her off the ground and smashing her back against the wall with bone-jarring force.
She coughed, choking as his fingers tightened like a vice.
“I said what I said!”She struggled, gasping.
“You’re not fit to say Rias’s name,” He snarled, face inches from hers, eyes murderous.
“The next time I see you here, I’ll kill you. Understand?”
“Why not kill me now?!” she rasped, defiance flickering through the pain.
Romeo released her with a shove and turned to walk away. Lin lunged, grabbing his shirt in desperation.
Pissed beyond reason, he spun and backhanded her face hard, the force sending her sprawling to the floor in a heap.
In a blur, he drew his gun from his waistband and fired. She twisted at the last second; the bullet grazed her elbow, tearing flesh and drawing blood.
She yelped, clutching the wound.
Tiago burst in, eyes wide but unfazed.
“Throw her out of here!” Romeo barked.
Tiago hauled Lin up by her arm, dragging her toward the door as she thrashed weakly.
“You two will never be together! Fate is going to play a dirty game on you!” she screamed, voice echoing down the hall.
“YOU WON’T END UP WITH RIAS!!!” Her final shriek faded as Tiago shoved her out.
Romeo sighed heavily, groaning in frustration, rubbing his temples. He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Hunter:
**I’m back in Tokyo, let’s meet at my fortress. I’m bored.**
Then he walked out, the weight of her words lingering like smoke.
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[𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]
Ashton hunched over his laptop in the dimly lit room, fingers flying across the keys as he booked one-way flights to Mexico—for him, Rias, and Reiko. A clean slate, away from all this bullshit.
His phone beeped sharply. A video from one of his men. He tapped play, and his blood ran cold:
Rias and Romeo at the airport, wrapped in each other’s arms, hugging like lovesick fools. Her smile, that smile that used to lit up for him, was given to that boy.
The text followed: “Their plane landed from Paris a while ago.”
Ashton’s vision tunneled, rage igniting like gasoline on fire.
“How dare you, Rias? You snuck out of the country with him?!” He slammed the laptop shut, chair scraping back as he paced, fists clenched.
Paris!! F+king Paris. He could picture it now, them tangled in silk sheets, Romeo’s hands all over her, f+king her senseless in some lavish suite while he rotted here.
Her m+ans echoing for another man. His woman, whoring around.
“I’ll so kill you, Romeo!!” He roared, voice shattering the silence, veins bulging in his neck.
Chest heaving, he snatched his phone and dialed her number, thumb stabbing the screen.
It rang once—then rejected. Straight to voicemail.
Fury blacked him out.
“You bi+ch!” With a guttural yell, he hurled the phone against the wall.
It exploded in a spray of glass and plastic, shards skittering across the floor like his shattered control.
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[𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 -4pm]
Romeo, Nancy, and Hunter lounged in the dimly lit cellar of his fortress, bottles of aged tequila scattered across the oak table.
The air was thick with cigar smoke and laughter as Romeo spilled every lavish detail of the Paris trip—the private beach resort, the diamond necklace, the chocolate-smeared kiss, finally placating their relentless nagging.
“Finally! My stubborn sister opened her eyes,” Nancy cheered, clinking her glass against his.
“I mean, I didn’t believe that was possible. I was damn scared she’d reject him. Romeo might go into another lockdown session—maybe this time 10 years,” Hunter teased, grinning wide.
“Hunter, you over-exaggerate too much.” Romeo shook his head, chuckling as he poured another round.
“So what’s your plan now? When’s the wedding happening?” Nancy leaned in eagerly.
“A wedding already?” Hunter raised a brow.
“Of course, do I still need to wait?” Romeo shot back, smirking.
“My boy is really taking this to the next level,” Hunter nudged him.
“I’ll let you in on a secret. I might as well get my woman pregnant ASAP,” Romeo confessed, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Romeo, you are one bad boy, dude! Stop copying me,” Hunter laughed.
“Copying you?” Romeo arched a brow.
“I think he means ’cause he got Sasha pregnant before marrying her,” Nancy chuckled.
“Well, I’m not like you. I’m putting a ring on her finger tomorrow, already talked to the ring designer, and nothing’s stopping that from happening.”
“Means I need to go shopping for a wedding dress with big sis. A dream come true,” Nancy beamed.
“By the way, I have a question,” she added slyly.
“What is it?” Romeo prompted.
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Rias’s car screeched to a halt just outside the fortress gates, tires kicking up dust—she couldn’t be bothered parking inside.
She’d planned to end things with Ashton for good, but second thoughts pulled her here first. Ashton might get aggressive, and it doesn’t really matter to see him anyway, does it?
Her sneakers silent on the marble floors, she slipped into the fortress and followed the murmur of voices to the cellar. The door stood slightly ajar; she paused to push it open and froze.
“So Romeo, tell me. I know this is a bit on the sensitive side, but I just want to know,” Nancy said.
“What is it?” Romeo replied.
“Between Rias and Bianca, whom do you think you love the most?” Nancy pressed.
Rias’s heart slammed against her ribs. Deep down, I want to know. I need to hear it.
“What kind of question is that? You two, stop it—it’s not funny. You already know who I love most, there’s no comparison at all. Come on, it’s obvious,” Romeo deflected.
“We want to hear it. Promise, that’s the last question—I mean, I want to hear it from you, bro,” Hunter urged.
“Me too. So just answer,” Nancy chimed.
Romeo sighed heavily.
“Bianca—”
He hiccuped mid-word, the sound cutting sharp.
Rias recoiled like she’d been slapped, hot tears flooding her eyes instantly—scalding trails burning down her cheeks as her chest caved.
She bolted down the hallway toward the exit, the name Bianca echoing like a death knell in her skull.
Why? Why Bianca? It’s always her!
She flung herself into her car, slamming the door as sobs tore free.
“You said you love me, you bastard!” She screamed at the empty seat, fists pounding the wheel.
“I hate you! I hate myself even more for thinking I have a place in that cold heart of yours.” Tires spun as she peeled out, vanishing into the distance.
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Back in the cellar: Few Seconds Earlier.
“Me too. So just answer,” Nancy repeated.
Romeo sighed again.
“Bianca—”
He hiccuped mid word.
“Sorry, drink this,” Nancy said, refilling his tequila.
“Shouldn’t you be giving me water?” Romeo laughed, gulping it down in one go.
“Like I was saying, Bianca is my past. C’mon, guys, it’s been four years, and I’ve moved on. You two don’t have to worry about my emotional feelings, I’m okay.”
He leaned back, a soft smile breaking across his face—genuine, radiant, lighting his eyes with quiet joy.
“And to answer your silly question, Rias is the one I love. There’s no argument or comparison to it.”
“Oohhh,” Nancy giggled.
“I knew it, bro,” Hunter said, clapping his shoulder.
“Of course. I mean, why not? You two don’t get how excited I get whenever it’s about her. I get excited when we text, call, when I see her, hear her voice, see her smile.” Romeo’s grin widened, boyish and unguarded.
“My love for her is so strong that I get scared when she’s sad or angry at me. I never want her to misunderstand me, I want her to be so open with me. I want to take care of her—fuck, I love everything about her.”
“So what’s the next step?” Nancy asked.
“I plan on asking Grandpa Rafael for his blessings to marry Rias. Also, I need to get rid of her boyfriend from her life, he’s not gonna back down easily, so he needs to be gone.” Romeo smiled wider, a determined edge to it, eyes sparkling with unshakable certainty.
“Jeez, my boy’s in love,” Hunter nudged him playfully.
“Now I’m anxious. I mean, she’s like… she’s mine. For real?” Romeo bit his lip, smile turning tender, possessive.
“I guess you two are a match meant to be,” Nancy said warmly.
He stood abruptly, grabbing his car keys.
“Leaving?” Hunter asked.
“I’m heading over to her place right now. We need to talk about what we’re doing next. Also, I miss her already.”
“Okay, Romeo—good luck,” Nancy called.
“Good luck, lover boy,” Hunter added with a wink.
Romeo strode out.
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[𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]
Sasha and Rias stood by the infinity pool in the sprawling mansion backyard, the water’s serene ripple mocking the storm raging inside Rias.
Ever since Sasha arrived that morning, Rias’s anger had been a live wire—jaw clenched, eyes blazing, fists balled at her sides like she was ready to shatter the world.
“Girl, what’s going on? I thought you and Romeo had the time of your lives in Paris. You were so excited telling me the details, what’s pissing you off again?” Sasha asked, brow furrowed.
“Is there something wrong with me? Am I that difficult to love? Huh?” Rias asked, her voice cracking with venomous hurt, pacing like a caged animal.
“What are you talking about? Did you two have a fight?” Sasha pressed gently.
Rias whirled on her.
“I went over to his place ’cause I wanted us to talk about what we’re gonna do next. I mean, our relationship—or whatever the hell it is, it’s so damn complicated, and we needed to make it clear to everyone!”
“And?” Sasha leaned in.
“I… I heard him… talking to my sister and Hunter. Nancy asked him who he loves the most between me and Bianca.” Rias’s words dripped poison, her face twisting in agony.
“As much as that’s a sensitive question, I just wanted to know his opinion. If he truly loved me, if he was ready to go deeper…” She trailed off, choking on rage.
“But no. He clearly said it was Bianca he loved. Sasha, he chose her over me!” Rias’s scream echoed off the mansion walls, tears carving hot paths down her cheeks.
“Rias, are you sure?” Sasha reached out cautiously.
“I heard him right! C’mon, it’s been four years already, so why? Why can’t I be the one he chooses? Why do I still have to compete with someone who’s already dead?! Why does he keep lying to me?” Rias sniffed sharply, swiping at her tears with a furious hand, her chest heaving.
” I hate him. I hate this!”
“Rias… I… why not talk to him first? Maybe it was just a misunderstanding,” Sasha urged softly.
“A misunderstanding? Sasha, whenever he’s asked who he loves, it should be me! He should say my name, not hers—’cause I’d do the same! Or maybe I would’ve.” Rias’s laugh was bitter, broken.
“I feel so used! Why did I even think of associating with him? He’s an egoistic jerk who’s always gonna see me as a replacement for his damn stupid first love!”
——–
Romeo pulled up in his sleek black car, tires crunching on the gravel drive. He snatched his phone, dialing Rias’s number—straight to voicemail.
“Why isn’t she picking up?” he muttered, slamming the door as he stepped out.
“Good day, Sir Romeo,” A maid greeted with a curtsy at the entrance.
“Is Rias in?” He asked curtly.
“Yes, she’s at the poolside with Miss Sasha,” The maid replied.
Romeo nodded sharply and strode into the house, his mind racing, unaware of the inferno awaiting him.
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“Won’t you answer his call?” Sasha asked as Rias’s phone buzzed insistently from the poolside table.
“I’m so done with him, Sasha! If he loves Bianca more than me, then so be it! So pathetic. He’s always a jerk! I hate him!” Rias snarled, silencing the ring with a savage swipe.
Romeo approached the poolside from the back door, a glass of water in hand from the dining room, pausing in the shadows to eavesdrop.
His heart hammered as their words sliced through him.
“So what’s your plan now? You’re going to end things with him?” Sasha probed.
“Well, I think I’m going to accept Ashton’s proposal and get married to him. Besides, it’s Ashton I love, and I’ve hurt his feelings too. I don’t have any business with Romeo anymore ’cause I’m done.” Rias’s voice hardened.
“Besides, the main reason I gave Romeo a chance was to make him fall in love with me and reject him like he did to me in the past—then dump him.” She laughed bitterly.
“I’m already done using him, so there ain’t no way I’m keeping him around. I mean, come on, I can’t imagine dating my ex-husband whom I don’t love.”
“Rias, come on… you’re being silly right now,” Sasha cautioned.
“You know, I actually thought I was in love with him, but no—maybe all I felt was just lust and infatuation. I don’t see myself being with Romeo at all, so I guess this is the best time to dump him and go back to Mexico before things get worse, before I lose my mind over him.” Rias sighed, wiping her face.
The glass slipped from Romeo’s numb fingers, shattering on the stone tiles like his world fracturing. Sasha and Rias turned around.
Rias froze.
Romeo stood there, face drained of color—eyes hollow, mouth agape in horrified disbelief, as if she’d ripped his soul bare
Heartbreak etched deep lines into his features, his strong frame suddenly fragile, shoulders slumping under invisible weight.
“Romeo,” Rias whispered, her heart thundering in fear as he advanced, steps heavy.
“Is… it true? Is what I heard true?” His voice cracked, raw plea.
But the minute she remembered what he said, she frowned. All sympathy lost.
She halted, arms folding defiantly, venom surging back.
“Yes. It’s true. I… don’t love you.”
“What do you mean you don’t love me, Rias? Please tell me this is a prank!” Desperation clawed his tone.
“Does it sound like a joke to you? I said… I don’t love you, Romeo! Got it? Or are you that daft!”
“Why would you even do that to me?! Why toy with my feelings after everything between us?! Rias, what’s the meaning of this? You said you loved me! I trusted you, Rias! I fucking trusted you!”He exploded, voice booming across the pool.
“Well, you’re f+king dumb to trust me!” She screamed back through hot tears, matching his fury.
“Rias…” His voice broke, pleading.
“If you think I’ll give you a chance after you hurt me in the past, chose that bitch over me, and still choose her— you’re mistaken!”
“Rias, that doesn’t give you the right to do this to me! Are we still on this? I love you! I fucking told you I love you! Not her!!” he roared, anguish twisting his face.
“You’re a liar!” She shoved him hard, chest heaving. “You love her more than me!”
“Rias…I don’t.”
“After all you did to me, you think you stand a chance now?”
“What was it you called me? A whore! You called me a whore for chasing you while you were in a relationship—well, guess what, you did the same f+king thing! What does that make you? A bigger whore who can’t keep his d+k in place!” she shrieked.
Romeo’s world crumbled; tears spilled down his cheeks, his once-steady hands trembling violently, fragile as glass.
He staggered, knees buckling slightly, the mighty man reduced to a shattered shell—vulnerable, weak, gasping for air amid the pain.
“Yes, you need a woman to satisfy the monster side of you, and guess what? I’m done entertaining you!”
“So is that it? You decided to toy with my feelings? Hurt me? Is that it?” His sobs choked him.
“You could’ve just rejected me, Rias… I love you… I trusted you! I told you to fucking reject me if you felt nothing, but you lied!”
“Well, I don’t love you, Romeo. Now leave.” Tears streamed down her face, voice fracturing.
“No, I’m not leaving. You have to stop this expensive joke!”
“I said leave!” She shoved him again, harder.
Sasha grabbed her arm. “Rias… enough.”
“Romeo, let’s go,” Sasha said firmly, shooting Rias a pained look before guiding his broken form away.
Rias stood frozen by the pool, breath ragged and heaving, chest tight like a vice crushing her ribs.
She gripped the nearest pillar under the shaded pergola to steady herself, legs threatening to give out as her heart thundered wildly.
What’s this ache in my chest?
No… no… stop it, Rias. Stop it.
She clenched her eyes shut, but tears betrayed her, streaming hot and relentless down her cheeks. She didn’t even feel them fall.
“What… have I done?” The whisper escaped, choked and broken.
“No. I don’t… you don’t love him, Rias,” she muttered fiercely to herself, shaking her head like she could banish the truth.
She crumpled, squatting to the cool tile floor, knees drawn to her chest, rocking slightly as sobs wracked her body.
“I don’t love him.”
I don’t love him.
He loves Bianca. Stop being foolish! He chose her over you, always her ghost. You’re nothing but a replacement to him.
The thoughts clawed inside her, vicious and unrelenting, but a deeper voice rebelled.
No, I can’t.
She surged to her feet, dashing from the poolside into the main building, skirts whipping behind her.
Bursting through the front doors, she scanned the drive—his car was gone, tires long vanished into the distance.
Frantic, she yanked out her phone, dialing his number. It rang… rang… voicemail.
“Pick up, please…” she begged the empty air, pacing in circles.
“Romeo…” The cry tore from her throat, raw and wailing as she sank against the doorframe.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean it.” Sobs swallowed her words, phone slipping in her tear-slick grip.
She slid down the wall, curling into herself on the cold stone steps, the weight of her lie crushing her utterly.
“Don’t hate me, please… don’t hate me.”
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