HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2
HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE
How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 37&38
[๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐ & ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ]๐ป๐๐๐๐- ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ
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โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ
[๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ – ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐]The grand dining room of Hunter’s Villa buzzed with the clatter of silverware and the faint aroma of fresh pancakes drowning in syrup.
Seven-year-old Ariana sat at the polished oak table, her wild curls mirroring Sasha’s perfectly, but her eyes, sharp and stormy like Hunter’sโflashed with pure violence.
She stabbed at her plate like a deranged surgeon, extracting every green speck of broccoli and carrot with precision, flinging them onto the floor in a growing pile of veggie casualties.
“Ariana, stop that right now,” Sasha said firmly, sliding the plate back toward her daughter.
“You need to eat your vegetables. They’re good for you.”Her voice was calm but edged with exhaustion.
“No, Mom! I don’t want it!” Ariana shrieked, as she launched a carrot chunk across the table like a missile.
It splattered against the wall with a wet ..splat… She cackled maniacally, pounding her fists on the table, sending silverware jumping.
“Veggies are poison! They’re plotting against me! I’d rather eat dirt from the dragon pit!”
Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose. “Goodness, it’s too early for this.”
Ariana ignored her, eyes gleaming with feral glee as she scooped up a handful of discarded greens and pretended to stuff them into her mouth before dramatically spitting them out in a green fountain.
“Blech! See? They taste like troll feet! When next do I get to see my cousin? It’s been forever. I miss that kiddo!”
Sasha sighed, wiping a smear of broccoli from the tablecloth. “You’ll see him soon, sweetie. But first, eat your breakfast.”
“Nanny!” Ariana bellowed suddenly, twisting in her chair like a possessed puppet.
“I want something else for breakfast! Pancakes! Candy! Dragon fire-roasted marshmallows! Anything but this green nightmare!”
“Ariana! Eat your food,” Hunter boomed, striding down the grand staircase into the dining room, his presence commanding instant silence from the staff, but not from his daughter.
Ariana whipped around, rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into her skull, and crossed her arms with the defiance of a pint-sized warlord.
“Fine, Dad,” she drawled, stabbing a single broccoli floret with her fork and holding it up like a trophy of doom.
Then, in one lightning move, she mashed it into her table, grinned like a gremlin, and whispered, “Rebellion complete.”
Hunter slid into the chair at the head of the table, his eyes locking onto Ariana’s veggie massacre. Without a word, he snatched the fork from her sticky grip mid-mash.
“You want me to discipline you?” His voice was low thunder, unyielding.
“Dad…” Ariana whined, but her eyes sparkled with challenge, lips curling into a smirk.
“Hand it over. Your phone and your credit cards.” He extended his palm, brooking no argument.
“Love, isn’t that too much?” Sasha interjected softly, reaching for his arm.
“You can’t do that!” Ariana shot back, slamming her hands on the table.
“Hand it over!” Hunter’s tone sharpened like a blade.
Ariana huffed dramatically, shoved back her chair, and stormed upstairs, her footsteps pounding like war drums.
Hunter turned to Sasha. “You keep babying her. I don’t need that madness in this house.”
“She’s just like you,she has your temper .” Sasha replied with a knowing smile.
Moments later, Ariana thudded back down, thrusting her phone at Hunter with exaggerated force.
She dug into her pocket and slapped a glittery credit card onto the table next.
“The other credit card too,” He said evenly.
“Dad!” She stomped her foot, but his glare was cold steel, it pinned her in place.
“Fine!” Ariana growled, yanking out a second card from her sleeve tossing it down.
She slumped into her seat, grabbed her fork, and shoved a massive bite of veggies into her mouth, chewing with furious glares aimed straight at Hunter.
Then, in a blur of pint-sized fury, she hurled the fork at him like a dagger. Hunter’s hand snapped up, catching it mid-air by the handle with effortless precision.
In one smooth move, Hunter twirled the fork , and flung it spinning low and fast right back at her plate.
But Ariana was quicker. She grabbed a butter knife from the table, and smacked the flying fork away. It flew off harmlessly.
Right then, she kicked her leg under the table, hooked his ankle, and yanked hard, throwing him off-balance so he had to grab the table edge to steady himself.
“You’re only seven and you’re already giving me a headache,” Hunter grunted, straightening up with a mix of pride and exasperation, fork back in his pocket.
“Deal with it,” Ariana fired back, smirking through a mouthful of broccoli as she stabbed another veggie like a victory flag.
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[๐๐จ๐ค๐ฒ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ]
Tokyo Dome Arena throbbed like a living beast, 250,000 fans packed wall-to-wallโevery seat, every standing spot crushed full, a sea of lightsticks waving wild in the dark, glow turning the massive dome into a pulsing galaxy.
Sky stood center stage, mic in hand, the spotlight carving him sharp against the black backdrop, sweat gleaming on his skin after hours of fire performance.
This was day three of his tour for his album and the energy hit nuclear.
“What’s up, Skylights!” Sky yelled, voice booming through the speakers.
Screams detonatedโ
“SKYYYY! SKYYYY!” ripping from 250,000 throats, a wall of sound shaking the rafters, girls crying hysterical, phones up filming every second, chants rolling like thunder..
“WE LOVE YOU SKY! SKY FOREVER!”
Sky grinned wide, heart pounding, pacing the stage edge.
“Yo, Skylightsโlisten, I gotta say this. Three days straight, you filled this monster dome to the brim. Day one, day two, and now this last night… y’all are insane. I’m grateful as hell for every single one of you who’ve stuck with me, from the early mixtapes to this madness. Y’all my family. Thank you.”
Fans lost it harderโ
“SKY! SKY! SKY!” chanting rhythmic, stomping feet making the floor quake,
“WE LOVE YOU! STAY WITH US!” echoing non-stop, lightsticks a frenzy blur.
Sky held up a hand, smile turning nervous-excited.
“Alright, alright. I got something big to drop. Announcement time. Don’t know how y’all gonna take it, ‘specially my fan girls out there…” He chuckled shaky. “But I hope y’all support me on this.”
Dead quiet hit weirdโbuzz of anticipation thick. Then the stage center dipped slow, hydraulic hum cutting the hush, rising back up smooth.
Nancy emerged from below, stunning in a sleek black dress, hair cascading, walking straight to him cool as ice.
Sky grabbed her hand tight, pulling her close, both of ’em huge on the mega-screens flanking the stage, her smile shy but fierce, his arm around her waist.
“Skylights,” Sky said into the mic, voice steady now, “This is Nancy Gremory. And I wanna announce to y’all that… she’s my girlfriend.”
Silence stretched. Total, eerie for five full minutes ticking by slow. 250,000 people frozen, screens showing every micro-second of shock.
Nancy leaned to Sky’s mic, voice soft but crystal clear through the arena.
“Don’t they like me?”She said in a sexy voice.
Explosion. Screams detonated like bombs crashing over everything, higher pitch than before, pure chaos joy. Lightsticks whipped wilder, girls jumping and crying at the same time.
“CONGRATS SKY! YOU TWO ARE GOALS!” chants morphing to “NANCY! NANCY! SKY NANCY!”
Fans surged barriers, tears everywhere, phones exploding with flashes.
Sky laughed huge, hugging Nancy tight on stage, kissing her forehead quick as the roar swallowed ’em whole.
“See? Told you they’d love you!” He shouted over the mic, spinning her gentle for the crowd.
Nancy grinned shy, waving both hands, cheeks pink under the lights.
“NANCY! NANCY!” chants thundered louder, mixing with “KISS! KISS! KISS!” from the pit of fans going feral, some fake-swooning dramatic.
“Yo, Skylightsโy’all the real MVPs,” Sky yelled, arm around Nancy’s waist, both beaming on the screens.
Sky pulled Nancy into a real kiss thenโslow, sweet screams hitting fever pitch, phones capturing every second for the internet meltdown.
He broke it, breathless, mic up.
“Last song for my girl and my Skylights!”
The band kicked in heavy, encore fire, Nancy dancing beside him as the dome pulsed alive one final time.
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[๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฆ]
Levi grunted through his last rep on the bench press, sweat dripping steady onto the gym mat, veins popping on his arms under the harsh fluorescents.
Martin spotted him from behind, hands hovering ready, but his eyes kept flickingโstealing glances at Levi’s focused face, the flex of his neck, that damn jawline sharp as ever.
“Will you concentrate?” Levi said, racking the bar with a clang, sitting up and wiping his brow.
He shot Martin a look, half annoyed, half amused.
Martin grinned sheepish, grabbing a towel but not using it. “Honestly, I thought your fans would fry me alive if they found out I was your boyfriend. Like, if the world knew you were gay.”
“Nah.” Levi stood, stretching his shoulders loose. “I got the least toxic fandom in the industry. They’d riot for me, not against. Chill.”
Martin stepped closer, tossing the towel aside. “So what’s your schedule looking like?”
Levi smirked, grabbing his water bottle for a swig. “World tour kicks off next month. Two months straightโAsia, Europe, Africa, States. You’re gonna miss me real bad.”
“Oh really?” Martin closed the gap slow, voice dropping low, eyes locking Levi’s with that hungry spark.
Levi froze mid-stretch, bottle pausing at his lips. Heat flicked between ’em, gym quiet except for their breaths.
“You hungry? I’m starving,” Martin said, but he wasn’t talking food, thumb brushing Levi’s wrist light.
“Sure, but I’ll shower first.” Levi set the bottle down, heading for the locker room bathroom attached to the gym.
He stepped in, peeling off his soaked tank, but before he could swing the door shutโMartin slipped through, crowding the space.
“Hey, get out,” Levi said, turning quick, but no real bite in it.
“No way. I wanna shower too.” Martin yanked his shirt over his head, kicking off shoes, shorts dropping nextโbold as hell, body all lean muscle and ink, stepping right into Levi’s space.
“You’re invading my privacy again.” Levi crossed his arms, but his eyes dragged down slow, betraying him.
Martin chuckled low, turning the shower knobโhot water hissing to life, steam billowing fast.
“C’mon, you’ll be gone two months. Let me have you to myself at least.” He grabbed Levi’s waist, tugging him under the spray, lips brushing his ear.
“Let me enjoy this before your fans steal you.”
Levi’s protest melted, his hands sliding up Martin’s wet back, pulling him closer instead.
Levi’s breath hitched as Martin’s hands roamed lower, water sluicing hot between them, turning the small shower into a steam-trapped inferno.
“F+k, Martin…” he growled low, body arching into the touch, fingers digging into Martin’s hips.
Martin pressed chest to chest, lips crashing hungry on Levi’s neck, teeth grazing that spot below his ear.
“Missed this already,” He murmured rough over the spray, hand sliding down Levi’s abs, teasing his shorts’ waistband. “Two months without you is gonna kill me.”
Levi grabbed Martin’s wet hair, yanking his head back for a deep, messy kissโtongues battling, steam swallowing gasps. Martin shoved Levi against the tiled wall hard, water pounding their shoulders.
He stripped Levi’s shorts fast, kicking them aside. Naked now, skin slick, Martin’s hand wrapped firm around Levi, stroking slow and deliberate, thumb circling the tip till Levi bucked with a choked moan.
“ShitโMartin…” Levi panted, head thudding back on tile, hips grinding desperate into the grip.
His hands clawed Martin’s back, nails raking red trails, then cupped his ass, pulling flush, their cocks sliding hot together.
Martin nipped Levi’s collarbone, breath ragged.
“You want it? Beg.” He spun Levi quick, pinning him chest-first to the wall, grinding slow from behind, teasing his entrance with his length.
Levi pushed back eager, a low whine escapingโMartin slicked fingers under the water, working him open rough but careful, two then three, curling just right till Levi’s knees buckled.
“Now.. f+k!, now,” Levi begged, voice wrecked.
Martin lined up and thrust deep, one hard snap burying to the hilt. Levi cried out sharp, fisting the air, body clenching tight.
They moved franticโMartin pounding relentless, hand braced on Levi’s hip, other stroking him in rhythm. Levi’s release hit firstโspurting hot over Martin’s fist, walls pulsing wild.
Martin followed seconds later, burying deep with a guttural groan, spilling inside as stars burst.
They slumped panting, Martin’s arms caging Levi gentle now, foreheads pressed, water rinsing clean.
“I love you, Le.” Martin muttered, kissing his shoulder soft.
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[๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ค๐๐ข – ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐]
Lin walked into the club, heels clicking sharp on the polished floor. Workers buzzed everywhere, hammers banging, lights flickering as they fixed up the stage and slapped fresh paint on the walls.
Hunter stood upstairs on the balcony, arms crossed, inspecting the whole scene like a hawk, drink in hand.
“Stone face!” Lin called out loud, grinning wide as she spotted him.
Hunter turned, eyes narrowing playful. She strutted up the stairs quick, hips swaying, that cocky smirk on her face.
“How was it?” he asked, sipping his whiskey slow.
“Gosh, I’m so tired. Although I already made sure the cargo got delivered. We ran into some problems but nothing I can’t handle. Geez, I need to applaud Nancy, I hate going on missions.”
She snatched his glass right from his fingers and took a long swig, eyes closing for a second like it hit perfect.
“How’s my baby girl doing?” She asked.
“About that? When last did you and Ariana hang out?” he shot back, voice low.
“Hmm. Monday. Is there a problem?” Lin handed the glass back half empty, licking her lips.
“Did you teach her anything?” His tone went serious, but eyes twinkled knowing.
“Nothing much. Just a little stuff about some cool fight moves and stuff.” She shrugged all innocent, but her grin said different.
“I see. You’re the one fueling her stubbornness.”
“It’s not my fault your daughter loves me.” Lin poked his chest light, leaning in closer.
“Lin…”
“Don’t be a killjoy. Let me guess, did you ground her? Took her phone and her credit cards? C’mon man, loosen up a bit.” She laughed light, tossing her hair back.
“Whatever.” Hunter shook his head, fighting a smile.
“You and your wife should go make another baby. Riri is mine.” She winked bold, eyes dancing mischief.
“No. I changed my mind. Raising Ariana is like raising 10 kids.” He took his drink back, finishing it off.
“Well you signed up for it, daddy.” Lin drew out the word slow, teasing hard, then handed him the empty glass proper.
“I’m leaving. I need to go relax.”
“Where you going? Didn’t you come here to hang out with me? Romeo isn’t here right now.”
“I’m not keeping you company, I have needs.” She turned on her heel, already halfway down the stairs.
Hunter called after her. “I can see to your needs. Want more drinks?”
She paused, looking back over her shoulder with a smirk that could kill.
“I need a hard f+k right now, can you do that?” she asked, pausing at the stairs with that devil smirk, eyes locked on his.
“Get out of here.”
Lin laughed low, turning back slow, heels clicking back up to him step by step. She closed the gap close, too close, her hand trailing light up his chest, fingers dancing over his shirt buttons.
“Don’t wanna f+k me?” she purred, leaning in so her breath hit his neck.
One leg hooked playful around his calf, pressing her hips forward in a slow grind, but minding carefully not to cross boundaries.
Hunter gripped her wrist firm but didn’t pull away.
“You’re really bold, I’ll give you that. Don’t let Sasha catch you fl+rting with me like this.”
She pouted fake hurt, other hand sliding down his abs, stopping just above his belt, thumb circling lazy.
“You’re boring. Uh, Romeo should just come back already. He’d know how to handle me.” Her lips hovered an inch from his, voice dropping husky.
“Bet he’d pin me right here, make me scream loud enough for the workers downstairs to hear.”
“You mean, hit you?” Hunter smirked.
“Killjoy.” Lin laughed.
“Bye.” Hunter stepped back sharp, breaking contact, but his grin slipped through.
Lin blew a kiss dramatic, sauntering out the door.
“Remember to use protection. To avoid getting knocked up,” He yelled down, voice carrying over the noise.
“I like it raw,” She shot back without breaking stride, door swinging shut behind her.
Hunter shook his head slow, chuckling low to himself.
“That girl.” He signaled the bartender for a refill, still grinning as the workers kept hammering away below.
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[๐๐๐ฐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ – ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ ]
For three years, it had been just Rias and her son, tucked away in this quiet foreign Estate, far from the chaos they left behind.
Everyone had respected her choice to vanish without no questions or pursuit. But Ryan? He was a walking storm.
At three, he was his father’s upgraded blueprint, those piercing eyes, that charming voice already laced with sass, the hot-headed arrogance that made Rias’s blood boil and her heart ache.
He took his personality, intelligence, arrogance and rudeness from his father.
Rias’s genes didn’t even try at all.
A sudden thud echoed from the staircase. Ryan launched himself like a tiny daredevil, leaping six steps at a time, landing with a triumphant whoop on the polished floor.
“Ryan, can you stop running around the house? You’ll hurt yourself,” Rias pleaded, her voice tight with worry.
“No!” He yelled, charging straight at her, fearless and furious.
He crashed into her legs. “Rias… I’m hungry.”
“It’s Mama. Don’t call me by my name, it’s disrespectful, you little boy,” She scolded, scooping him up despite herself.
“I’m turning four soon. I’m not a little boy,” Ryan shot back, wriggling free with a scowl that mirrored his father’s perfectly.
“Whatever. Wait here. Don’t ruin anything.” She sighed, steeling herself. “What do you want to eat? Actual food?”
“Nah, just get the pizza,” He demanded, already darting off.
Rias exhaled sharply and headed to the kitchen. Minutes later, she emerged with the steaming pizza box, the cheesy aroma filling the air.
But the apartment was eerily silentโno Ryan’s chatter, no pounding feet.
“Ryan!” she called, setting the box on the dining table.
No answer.
Her stomach dropped. Panic clawed up her throat. “Ryan!”
She spun through the living room, empty. Upstairs, rooms bare and still.
“Ryan! Ryan!”
Heart hammering, she fumbled for her phone and dialed her estate security.
“Mam Rias?”
“Hello? Is Ryan outside? I can’t find him… is heโ”
The phone slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering to the floor. There, stepping from the shadowed living room, was a man cradling Ryan in his arms.
Tall, unyielding, his face carved from ice.
She froze, breath caught as she dwallowed hard. Heck she wasn’t expecting him to visit this soon. Hadn’t he just woken from a coma months ago?
“Romeo?” Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.
His expression was glacial, cold as fuck. Ryan, oblivious, tugged at his hair with chubby glee.
“Rias, Daddy is here?” The boy squealed, lighting up.
“Long time no see, baby mama,” Romeo said, his voice a low, an emotionless drawl that sliced through her.
Rias stood rooted, pulse thundering in her ears. Tears burned in her eyes, God, she wanted to collapse into him, hug him until the past three years shattered.
Hold him so tight nothing could pull them apart again. But his chill radiated like frostbite, thick and suffocating.
“You gonna move aside so I can pass, or keep staring like you saw a ghost?” he asked coldly, not a flicker of warmth.
“Oh… sorry.” She bit her lip hard, stepping aside on numb legs as he brushed past, Ryan giggling in his arms.
She stayed frozen, chills rippling down her spine. This presence, it was heavier now, darker. He’d changed deeply.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” she stammered finally, voice small. “Grandpa said you were still in therapy.”
“I finished last week. Got a problem with me being here?” His eyes pinned her, sharp as knives.
“No. I just… I’m surprised. Happy, too.” She forced a shaky smile, nerves fraying.
Romeo studied her, unblinking, until she bit her lip again, fidgeting.
“You don’t have to act that way while I’m here.” He said.
She met his gaze, hope flickeringโthen dying.
“I’m here for my son. Not you,” He said flatly.
“Oh. I know.” The words landed like a gut punch, but she nodded, throat tight.
He turned away, just as Ryan barreled back. “Daddy, come! I’ll show you my room!”
“Alright, little man. Let’s go upstairs,” Romeo replied, voice softening only for the boy as they climbed together, leaving Rias alone in the living room.
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