How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 13&14

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND

How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 13&14

{•𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲•}

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

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𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 —

See eh, at this rate, the one thing I swore not to do is shut down this page cause this is the height of it.

Is it so difficult to comment after reading? Why ghosting? Should I also start ghosting as well? As in I’ll just stop posting so you guys can understand that this is the height of this wickedness. It’s unfair.

Those who put efforts are also humans too.

Nobody is a baby here, Why can’t we do the right thing?

Aren’t you guys grateful at all? I always post even if the requirements are not completed.

If by tomorrow and the requirements for this chapter isn’t completed? The next time you’ll see me post the next chapter is on January, 2026.

Believe me, I will do it.

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[𝐊𝐨̄𝐫𝐲𝐮̄ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

Romeo sat on the edge of the bed, bare chest catching the low light of the room. The wound at his shoulder throbbed in slow, angry pulses, but he did not move.

Bianca stood between his knees, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body without touching her.

Her sleeves were rolled up, fingers steady as she cleaned the wound with practiced precision.

He watched her.

Not the wound. Her.

The way her brows pinched slightly when she concentrated. The way her lips pressed together, soft but firm, as if holding back words she would never say.

She leaned in closer, and a curtain of her hair slipped free, falling forward and brushing against his chest.

He inhaled.

Without thinking, his free hand lifted. His fingers slid into her hair, gathering it gently at first, then holding it back in a loose fist behind her head.

Bianca stilled.

Her hands froze against his skin, breath catching for the briefest second before she lifted her eyes to his.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick and heavy. His gaze was dark, pinned on her face like a question neither of them dared to ask.

Her lashes fluttered.

She looked away first, breaking the contact. Carefully, she stepped back, easing his hand from her hair without comment.

“All done,” she said, straightening and fixing her hair as if nothing had happened.

Romeo nodded once.

But his eyes followed her long after her hands left his skin.

Bianca’s phone buzzed softly in her palm. She glanced at the screen, her jaw tightening just a little.

“Tiago said he lost sight of Mio,” she said.

Romeo didn’t look worried. He pushed a hand through his hair and stood, the movement sharp despite the stiffness in his shoulder.

He crossed to the cabinet, took out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one free, and lit it. The flame briefly cut across his face, all angles and shadow.

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “I know exactly when to get her.”

Bianca watched the smoke curl around him, then exhaled. “About earlier… I’m sorry I yelled at Rias. I was upset. You saved her life and she yelled at you.”

He flicked ash into the tray without looking at her. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

She nodded, accepting it. After a while, she picked up her bag. “I should get going.”

Romeo tilted his head.

Bianca took a step, then stopped. She turned back and walked closer until she was standing right in front of him.

He was taller, broad shoulders bare, cigarette forgotten between his fingers. She looked up, hesitation flashing in her eyes.

“Can I?” she asked quietly.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his hand slid to her waist and pulled her in. The cigarette burned out somewhere between his fingers as his lips came down on hers, hard and certain.

The kiss was brief but consuming, a collision that stole breath and thought alike.

When he pulled back, the space between them felt louder than the kiss itself.

“Goodnight, Romeo,” Bianca said, her voice steady despite the heat in her eyes.

“Goodnight, Bianca.”He responded.

And she smiled widely. This is the first time he’s reciprocating in what she actually wants.

She turned and walked out without looking back.

Romeo watched the door close, then let out a low chuckle, rubbing a hand over his face as the room settled into silence again.

—

Downstairs, Bianca slowed when she spotted Rias coming up the stairs.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

Nothing was said.

Bianca’s heel boots clicked softly as she walked past, composed, unreadable. Rias watched her go, fists tightening, then continued up.

When she reached Romeo’s door, she stopped.

The hallway was quiet. Her pulse finally steady now, the earlier chaos replaying in fragments.

She hadn’t meant to yell at him. She’d been angry at him for coming and more shockwd when she heard the gunshot.

She knocked.

No answer.

She hesitated, then pushed the door open.

Romeo was inside, standing near the bed. His gaze lifted to her slowly, then flicked to his watch.

Exactly 7:00 p.m.

His eyes returned to her, flat.

“What do you want?”

Rias swallowed. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. You saved my life. I’m… grateful.”

For a moment, she thought he might say nothing. Then he spoke, voice cool and precise.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it because your grandfather wouldn’t be happy if anything happened to you. And I made sure he won’t hear about it.”

The words landed harder than she thought it would.

Rias nodded once, jaw tight.

He didn’t soften. “My rules still stand. Disobey me again and I’ll really lose it.” A beat.

“Leave my room.”

Silence stretched between them.

What an a$sh0le.

The thought burned sharp and immediate. She scoffed under her breath, turned on her heel, and walked out without another word.

The door closed behind her with a quiet, final click.

—–
[𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

The doorbell rang again, a sharp echo through the quiet house.

Sasha jolted, then hurried downstairs, pulling the oversized shirt tighter around her thighs.

She collected the food, thanked the delivery guy, and set the bags on the dining table. The smell of warm food filled the space, but her mind was already upstairs.

“Babe…” she called as she climbed the stairs, pushing the bedroom door open.

Steam drifted from the bathroom, the sound of running water steady.

“I’ll be down in a while,” Hunter’s voice came from the shower.

“Okay,” Sasha replied, smiling to herself as she turned to leave.

She took two steps before something dark at the side of the bed caught her eye.

His jacket.

Folded carelessly, like he’d tossed it off in a hurry.

She moved closer without thinking, lifted it—

—and something heavy slipped out, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

Her breath stopped.

A gun.

Her fingers trembled as she crouched and picked it up, the cold weight shocking against her palm.

Her heart began to pound, loud enough she was sure it could be heard over the shower. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a toy.

Her grip tightened, knuckles whitening.

Then—

Someone grabbed her wrist from behind and yanked her back.

The gun was ripped from her hand in one swift motion.

Sasha gasped and spun around, colliding with a hard, wet chest. Water dripped down his shoulders, his hair damp, eyes dark and sharp.

The gun was already in his hand, finger nowhere near the trigger.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Her back hit the edge of the bed, breath shallow, eyes locked on the weapon now so casually controlled in his grip.

His expression had changed completely. The warmth she knew was gone, replaced by something colder, guarded.

“Sasha,” He said quietly.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her gaze flicked from his face to the gun and back again, fear curling tight in her chest.

“You… you have a gun?” she whispered.

“You scared?” Hunter said calmly, already turning away from her. He grabbed a towel, dragging it over his shoulders as he dried his hair. “It’s for protection.”

Sasha didn’t move. Her fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt she was wearing.
“Protection from what?” she asked. “What do you do that makes you carry a gun?”

He didn’t answer.

“Hunter…” She took a step closer, her voice softer, cautious.

In one swift motion, he turned. His hands locked around her hips and lifted her clean off the floor, pulling her against him until her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Hey—” Her breath hitched, words dying in her throat.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about,” he said lowly, his forehead brushing hers.

“Is it something illegal?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

“Not really.”

“Babe—”

“Relax, Sasha. Chill.” His lips skimmed her neck, warm and slow, deliberately distracting.

A small squeal slipped out of her before she could stop it. She pressed her palms against his chest, grounding herself.

“Let’s go eat,” she said, forcing a light tone. “The food might get cold.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Sure,” he murmured, kissing along her jaw. “Can I eat you first?”

She stopped him immediately, her fingers curling into his shoulders.
“Remember what I said.”

He paused, then nodded, sincerity flickering across his face.
“Yeah. I know. I’m willing to wait till you’re ready.”

She relaxed. “Let’s go.”

Hunter lowered her gently to the floor, grabbed a shirt and a pair of shorts, and pulled them on without another word.

He reached for her hand as they walked out together, the unanswered question still hanging thickly in the air.

—–
[𝐉𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧]

Mio stood at the center of the room, her mask already off, head slightly bowed. The air around Don Aizawa felt heavy, the kind that pressed against the lungs and warned you not to speak unless spoken to.

“I failed,” Mio said at last, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her chest. “I had a clear shot. But Romeo arrived.”

Aizawa’s fingers tapped once against the armrest of his chair. Just once.

“Explain.”

“The moment I pulled the trigger, he moved her,” Mio continued.

“He took the bullet himself. After that, there was no way to finish it. Tiago chased me, and my cover is blown. They know I was the spy.” She lifted her eyes.

“There’s no point returning. I won’t make it out alive.”

For a moment, Aizawa said nothing.

Then he laughed. Low. Amused.

“So Romeo Dragoni finally bleeds,” He said. “Interesting.”

Mio stiffened. “Boss—”

“Relax,” Aizawa cut in, waving a hand dismissively. “You did enough for today. A single failure doesn’t ruin a war.”

He leaned forward now, his gaze sharp. “The blood bath party is approaching. That night will be chaos. The Ryukai will be exposed, with Romeo absent.”

Mio straightened slightly, understanding where this was going.

“That’s when we strike,” Aizawa continued. “We attack the Ryukai head-on.”

“And Rias?” Mio asked.

Aizawa’s smile thinned. “That girl is Romeo’s weakness, sure of it. If the Ryukai doesn’t fall that night, then she will.”

His eyes locked onto Mio. “During the party, you’ll go after her again. No hesitation this time. Don’t make mistakes.”

Mio nodded slowly. “Understood.”

“Good,” Aizawa said, settling back into his seat. “You’ll have your second chance.”

And this time, Mio had no intention of letting Rias Gremory walk away alive.

—–
[𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Haru stepped through the front door, just as Yuki spun around to face him, her eyes blazing.

“So, this is it? You’re really seeing her? Rias?” Yuki’s voice cracked, a mixture of fury and disbelief.

“Oh…you know already?”He scoffed.

“Haru…!”

Haru didn’t flinch. “And what if I am? Am I supposed to answer to you about my life?”

“You’re married, Haru! You have a family! How can you—how can you do this to us? To Bella?” Yuki’s hands trembled, fists clenching at her sides.

“I don’t owe you fidelity,” Haru snapped, stepping closer, his jaw tight. “I owe nothing. Marriage doesn’t bind me the way you think it does.”

“You’re insane!” Yuki shot back, taking a step toward him. “Do you even realize what you’re doing? You’re destroying everything!”

“I’m not destroying anything. You’re acting like I’m the villain here!” Haru’s voice thundered, his hand twitching as if to stop her physically.

“Stop what you’re doing!” Yuki shrieked, her chest heaving. She lunged toward him, her hands grabbing at his shoulders.

“I’m your wife, Haru!! Stop please…”

Haru caught her wrists mid-lunge, holding them firmly but not harshly.

“Get off me!” he barked, struggling to keep his temper in check. “I’m not your property!”

“You think this is fair?!” Yuki spat, trying to wrench herself free. “You’re destroying our family for some… some woman!”

“I’m not destroying anything!” Haru growled. “And don’t talk about her like that—she’s not the problem here. You are!”

The tension was so thick the air seemed to vibrate. Yuki tried to push past him, but Haru blocked her path, his arms tense.

Both were inches apart, faces flushed, voices rising.

Suddenly, soft footsteps echoed from the staircase.

“Mom, Dad… are you fighting?” Bella’s small, innocent voice trembled as she appeared halfway down the stairs, her eyes wide, clutching the railing.

Haru and Yuki froze, their chests heaving, anger and frustration momentarily replaced by guilt.

Haru’s grip loosened, and Yuki’s hands fell to her sides. Both turned toward Bella, trying to mask the intensity of the fight.

“Bella…” Yuki whispered, her voice breaking.

Haru rubbed the back of his neck, sighing, the storm of argument still simmering behind his eyes.

Bella hesitated for a moment, walking closer, her small face worried. “Mom… Dad… are you okay?”

Haru immediately crouched down to her level, softening his voice. “Hey, princess. We’re fine. Mom and Dad are just trying to talk things out, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Bella blinked, unconvinced, but Haru reached out his hand. “Come on, let’s go to your room. We’ll finish talking later.”

She slowly walked toward him and took his hand, feeling the steady reassurance in his grip.

Haru guided her gently, keeping an eye on Yuki as they passed.

Yuki heaved a long, frustrated sigh, shoulders slumping.

She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her daughter leave.

“This… this is insane,” she muttered, almost to herself.

—–
[𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 – 𝐒𝐤𝐲’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

Nancy stood in the middle of the living room, hands clasped behind her back, waiting. The silence felt loud, unfamiliar. Slowly, her eyes began to wander.

The space screamed Sky.

Framed photos from photoshoots lined one wall, some dramatic, some candid. A few album covers leaned casually on a shelf, vinyl records stacked beneath them.

There was a subtle music aesthetic everywhere. Posters, headphones draped over a chair, a guitar resting near the window. It didn’t feel staged. It felt lived in.

Without thinking, Nancy stepped closer to a console table and picked up a picture frame.

It was Sky on a beach. Shirtless. Sun-kissed skin, messy hair, ocean behind him. He looked relaxed, almost vulnerable.

Her cheeks heated instantly. She swallowed.

“I didn’t think I gave you permission to touch my stuff.”

Nancy flinched and quickly placed the frame back exactly where it was before turning to face him. “I’m so sorry.”

Sky stood by the doorway, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” she added softly.

“Don’t think too much,” he replied. “I don’t feel comfortable doing the project anywhere else aside my house.”

She nodded, accepting it without question.

“So, let’s start. Follow me.”

They walked toward the dining area and took their seats across from each other. The moment she sat down, a hiccup escaped her mouth.

Sky raised an eyebrow, then stood up without a word. He returned a moment later with a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said, embarrassed, taking a small sip.

He leaned back in his chair. “So, what ideas do you have for this project? Any thoughts on what we should work on?”

Nancy straightened, setting the glass aside, her nerves slowly settling as she met his gaze.

“Um… I don’t really have any…” She said, leaning back in her chair.

Nancy’s fingers curled together on the table. She waited, giving him space to continue.

“Apparently, the school’s festival is drawing closer,” Sky went on. “This extracurricular activity is included as a program in the festival.”

She nodded again, listening closely.

“Some people will be giving debate talks, some would act some drama, some comedy, talk shows…” He shrugged slightly. “So we should come up with something.”

“Okay. I don’t really mind if you pick something we’ll do,” she said softly.

Sky didn’t hesitate. “Music. I prefer music ‘cause that’s where I’m most confident in.”

“Oh, so… we’ll sing? Together?”Nancy blinked.

“Got a problem with that?” he asked, arching a brow.

“No. Not at all,” she replied quickly, shaking her head.

“I’ll write the lyrics and compose the tune. I’ll fill you in once I’m done.”

She hesitated, then gathered a bit of courage. “Can I pitch in too? I can write songs too.”

“No way,” he said flatly.

Nancy bit her lip, swallowing whatever she wanted to say next.

Before the silence could stretch any further, the doorbell rang.

Sky frowned slightly looking at Nancy.

“She came?”Sky mumbled.

He stood up. “Stay here.”

Sky walked toward the door, leaving Nancy alone at the dining table. She exhaled slowly, staring down at her hands.

From the hallway, the sound of the door opening echoed through the house.

Sky opened the door.

“Emma.” Sky said.

“Babe.” She smiled and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips like she owned the place.

His jaw tightened. “Why are you here? I told you I was going to be busy.”

“I forgot my credit card here the last time I came,” Emma replied casually. “I just came to… get it.”

Her eyes shifted.

Nancy was standing a few feet away.

Emma’s arm was still looped around Sky’s neck, her fingers resting comfortably against his collarbone.

Nancy’s chest tightened so hard it almost hurt. For a second, she genuinely thought she might faint.

“Who is she?” Emma asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

“She’s a classmate of mine,” Sky answered. “We’re working on an extracurricular project.”

“Sure.” Emma said, her gaze never leaving Nancy, slow and assessing.

She smiled, but there was nothing warm about it.

“Babe,” Emma said sweetly, turning back to Sky. “Can you just get me the card from your room?”

Sky hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked away, footsteps fading down the hallway.

The moment he disappeared, the air shifted.

Emma stepped closer. Then closer. Until she was standing directly in front of Nancy.

“Hmmm,” Emma hummed, tilting her head.

“You’re pretty.” She smirked. “But not prettier than me.”

Nancy swallowed hard. Her hands trembled at her sides.

“So,” Emma continued, folding her arms.

“Sky told me about an obsessive fan who’s always all over him.” Her eyes sharpened. “Is that you?”

Nancy’s throat felt dry. “What are you to Sky?”

Emma laughed softly, amused, like the question itself entertained her.

“Oh?” She leaned in just enough to make Nancy uncomfortable. “You really don’t know?”

She straightened, smile widening.

“I’m his girlfriend, sweetheart,” Emma said lightly, like she was stating an obvious fact.

Nancy swallowed. Hard.

“His… girlfriend?” Her voice came out smaller than she intended.

Emma tilted her head, studying her reaction with calm amusement. “Yes. Girlfriend.” She let the word sit there, heavy. “You look surprised.”

Nancy’s fingers curled into the hem of her sweater. The room felt tighter, quieter. Her eyes flicked toward the stairs, then back to Emma. “He didn’t mention that.”

Emma smiled, slow and knowing.

“Of course he didn’t. Sky doesn’t explain himself to anyone.” She stepped closer, close enough that Nancy caught her perfume scent. “But I don’t like misunderstandings, so let me be clear.”

Nancy’s throat burned. She said nothing.

“Sky is mine,” Emma continued, her tone smooth, not raised, not dramatic.

“Whatever you think this is—projects, time alone, little moments—you should keep them exactly that. Little.” Her gaze sharpened.

“Don’t cross lines that aren’t yours.”

Nancy’s chest felt tight. “I never—”

Emma lifted a hand, stopping her.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” A soft scoff followed. “I just wish he’d announce it already. Save everyone the confusion. Let the world know who his girlfriend is.”

Nancy looked away, jaw trembling. The truth settled painfully clear. This wasn’t a competition.

There was nothing to fight for. She had imagined space where none existed.

Footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Sky came back into the living room, card in hand. “Found it.”

Emma’s expression shifted instantly. Warm. Easy. She walked back to him and took the card, smiling up at his face. “Thanks, babe.”

She leaned in and kissed him, quick but possessive, her hand resting briefly on his chest. “I’ll let you do your school stuff. Don’t work too hard.”

“Yeah,” Sky said simply.

Emma glanced once more at Nancy, not hostile, just assured. Then she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “See you later.”

Sky closed the door after Emma left, the sound of the lock clicking a little louder than necessary. He stood there for a second, then turned to Nancy.

“Listen,” he said, his tone firm but controlled. “What you saw just now stays between us. My relationship with Emma is private. I don’t want it becoming gossip.”

Nancy didn’t answer. She was standing stiffly, her hands clenched at her sides. Then her shoulders shook.

One breath broke, then another, until tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Why are you crying? The f+k?!”Sky frowned.

Nancy shook her head, wiping her face with the back of her hand, but it only made it worse.

“Because… because you already have a girlfriend,” she said, her voice cracking. “And I— I kept hoping. I thought maybe… maybe I had a chance.”

He stared at her, stunned by the intensity in her eyes.

“Why can’t it be me?” she went on, words tumbling out now.

“I like you so much, Sky. I love you. I really do. Every time I see you, every time you talk to me even if all you do is hate me, I—” She broke down, covering her mouth as her shoulders shook.

Sky exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. “Nancy, stop.”

She looked up at him, eyes red and pleading.

“This is reality, not some fantasy you built in your head,” He said, his voice blunt. “I never led you on. I never promised you anything. Emma is my girlfriend. That’s the truth, whether you like it or not.”

Her lips trembled, but she didn’t interrupt him.

“You need to accept that,” he continued. “What you’re feeling is yours to deal with. Don’t put it on me.”

Silence stretched between them, broken only by her quiet sniffles.

After a moment, Sky straightened. “We still have a project to work on. If you can handle that, we continue. If you can’t, tell me now.”

Nancy nodded weakly, wiping her tears again, forcing herself to breathe.

“I… I can,” she whispered.

“Good,” Sky said, already turning back toward the dining table. “Then let’s focus on what we came here to do.”

She nodded.

“Additionally, I already said that I don’t hate you. But I don’t like you either.”

He didn’t look back as she stood there, trying to steady herself, her heart aching while the distance between them felt wider than ever.

—–
[𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

Hunter was already seated at the long, polished dining table with Rafael and Angelo.

Hinata moved gracefully behind the table, adjusting the placement of silverware as the maids quietly followed, setting the last of the plates.

“So, you have a girlfriend?” Angelo asked, leaning slightly forward, curiosity in his voice.

“Yes, Uncle. Her name’s Sasha,” Hunter replied, his tone calm but proud.

“Is it the Sasha I know?” Rafael raised an eyebrow, studying him.

“Yes, Grandpa,” Hunter confirmed with a nod.

Rafael’s face broke into a small smile. “Really? Have you two been in touch before you came back recently?”

“Yes. I’ve been dating her online since she was in Mexico,” Hunter explained, his hands resting on the table.

Hinata, placing a final dish in front of him, gave a teasing smile.

“I’m really happy for you, Hunter. Unlike your cousin, who needed to be practically forced before getting tied to a woman.”

Hunter’s lips curved into a subtle smirk at that, clearly amused.

Just then, the grand double doors swung open, letting in a slight draft. Romeo entered, followed closely by Rias, both carrying a composed but deliberate air.

“Finally, you two are here,” Hinata said warmly, her eyes glinting with amusement as she glanced between them.

Rias’ gaze flicked briefly toward Hunter, then back to Hinata, while Romeo’s expression remained blank, his presence commanding the room without a word.

“Good morning, everyone,” Rias greeted as she sat down.

“Good morning, baby. You sure are getting prettier every day,” Hinata said with a soft smile.

“Thanks. Where’s Nancy?” Rias asked.

“She said she had a project,” Rafael replied.

“Okay,” Rias murmured.

“So… are you two getting along in your marriage?” Angelo asked, leaning forward.

“No.” Romeo and Rias answered together in perfect unison.

“Why not?” Rafael prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“Because he’s way too controlling,” Rias snapped, her fingers drumming on the table. “I can’t do anything without him breathing down my neck. Curfews, rules, constant nagging—it’s exhausting!”

“And she doesn’t listen! She thinks she can do whatever she wants and ignores everything I say,” Romeo countered, his voice sharp, eyes locked on hers.

Rias scoffed. “And you act like I’m a kid every damn time! I’m a grown woman, Romeo! Why can’t you treat me like one?”

“I call it like it is! Someone has to keep you in check,” Romeo shot back, leaning forward. “If you actually followed my rules for once, maybe we wouldn’t be having problems.”

Rias’s face flushed with anger. “Rules? You call them rules, I call them chains! I can’t even breathe around you without you acting like I’m incapable!”

“Chains? Please, kiddo, you’re the one acting reckless all the time!” Romeo sneered.

Rias slammed her hand on the table, standing abruptly. “I am not a kid! I’m a woman, Romeo! Why can’t you respect me?”

“The two of you, shut up!” Rafael barked, slamming a fist on the table.

Hunter chuckled from the side, shaking his head at the spectacle.

“Enough! You two need to learn to get along. That marriage isn’t temporary—it’s for a lifetime. Do you both understand me?”
Rafael snapped.

“Yes,” Romeo and Rias replied in unison, though the tension between them hadn’t eased.

Rafael exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thank God there’s dad to keep you two in check,” Angelo muttered with a smirk.

Hinata stood and looked at Rias.

“Rias, can you join me for a second?” she asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.

Rias hesitated, shooting Romeo a glare before following Hinata into the kitchen, leaving the dining room slightly quieter but still charged with the aftermath of their argument.

—–
Hinata leaned against the counter as Rias perched on a stool, arms crossed and expression stiff.

“Rias, about your marriage…” Hinata began, her voice calm but firm. “I know you don’t like Romeo. That’s fine. But you’re the one who has to give this a chance.”

“Sorry, but I just can’t like him. I don’t see why I should.”Rias scowled.

Hinata shook her head slightly.

“You don’t have to like him… not yet. But marriage is a commitment. He doesn’t listen to anyone, but he agreed to marry you. That’s rare, Rias..”

Rias looked away, her jaw tight.

“You’ll have to be the one to make it work,” Hinata continued.

“Romeo barely talks to anyone, even Hunter sometimes. You can’t expect him to change overnight. But you… you can try. Take the reins. Give this marriage the chance it deserves.”

Rias leaned back against the stool, arms crossed, staring at the floor.

“I don’t get why I should even care. He’s arrogant, controlling… he treats me like I’m still a kid.”

Hinata gave a soft chuckle, shaking her head.

“He does act like that, I won’t deny it. But that’s just how he is. You can’t change him overnight. And… I won’t lie, Rias, he’s difficult. Very difficult.” Hinata said.

“I can see that for myself,” Rias muttered, her tone sharp. “So why am I supposed to give a damn?”

“Because,” Hinata said, her voice gentle but firm, “…this is your marriage. Whether you like him or not, the two of you are bound together. It doesn’t matter if you hate him right now. You can’t run from it, and neither can he.”

Rias sighed, tugging at a strand of her hair. “I didn’t sign up to fall in love with him, if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t want to, you all forced me into this.”

Hinata stepped closer, placing a hand lightly on Rias’s shoulder.

“I’m not asking you to love him. I’m asking you to… try. Just try to coexist. Learn him. Understand him. You don’t have to like him, but you do have to survive this marriage without letting it destroy you—or him.”

Rias bit her lip, refusing to meet Hinata’s gaze. “I don’t care about surviving… I just… I don’t like him, and I don’t want to pretend otherwise.”

“I know,” Hinata said softly.

“That’s why it’s even more important for you to step up. He won’t change for anyone. Not me, not Angelo, not even Hunter. But maybe, just maybe… you can find a way to manage him. Keep him in check. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Rias tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling. “Manage him… huh? Like I’m supposed to be his… handler or something?”

“Call it what you want. I call it giving the marriage a fighting chance. But you need to be smart. Keep your head, don’t let him get under your skin too much.”Hinata smiled faintly.

Rias finally let out a soft laugh, though it was more bitter than amused.

She didn’t like Romeo. She wasn’t going to like him.

Hinata stepped back, smoothing down her apron. “That’s all I’m asking. Be the one to give it a chance. Don’t let this marriage break before it even starts.”

—–

Back in the dining room, the men gathered around the table, a sense of serious purpose replacing the earlier chaos.

Hunter, Angelo, Rafael, and Romeo leaned in as the discussion turned toward the upcoming blood bath party.

“I’m not interested,” Romeo said flatly, his arms crossed over his chest. “Staying in a room full of those goofy people who only want to kill each other? Not my scene.”

“You’ll be going along with Hunter. No ifs, no buts.”Angelo’s eyes narrowed, unamused.

Romeo’s jaw tightened. “Don’t tell me what to do, Angelo.”

“Watch your tone, young man,” Angelo snapped, leaning back with an air of authority. “I’m your father.”

Hunter, ever observant, tilted his head. “Don’t you think Rias should know about the family… traits? The Yakuza history she’s born and married into? She should at least be aware.”

Rafael shook his head, calm but firm. “There’s no reason to burden her with it. Some things are better left unsaid until absolutely necessary.”

Romeo scoffed, clearly frustrated, but remained silent, knowing the discussion wasn’t over. Hunter leaned back, his gaze flicking to Romeo.

—–
[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤]

Nancy sat on a bench, absently sipping her drink. She had texted Ginger a while ago, asking her to meet up, and now she was waiting.

Her mind, however, was elsewhere—caught up in thoughts of Emma and Sky. She didn’t notice the quiet footsteps approaching from behind.

“Nancy.”

She startled and turned.

“Levi? What are you doing here?”

“Ginger told me you’d be here. She said you needed company. Do you mind if I join you?”

Nancy shifted slightly to make room as he sat down beside her.

“Why are you all alone here? I don’t see your security or Fiona.”

She shrugged, forcing a small smile. “I can take care of myself. I’m a big girl.”

Levi studied her, his brow furrowed with concern. “What’s bothering you? You look… sad.”

Nancy’s gaze fell to her drink, the weight of her thoughts pressing down harder.

“So, what I’m about to tell you… it’s a secret, okay?” Nancy’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Sure. I won’t tell anyone,” Levi replied, leaning a little closer, his eyes sharp with curiosity and concern.

Nancy took a deep breath, staring at her drink as if the words would burn her lips. “Sky has a girlfriend. Her name is Emma.”

Levi blinked, trying to process it. “Huh… he does?”

“I… I was at his house,” she admitted, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her can drink.

“His house?” Levi echoed, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“For a project… an extracurricular thing. I met her there. And… it looked like they’ve been dating for a while.” She swallowed hard, the weight of the truth settling in her chest.

“So… what? You’re still going to keep pursuing him, even knowing this?”Levi frowned, studying her face.

Nancy shook her head quickly, tears prickling her eyes.

“I… I came to Tokyo for him, Levi. Solely for him. I wanted to get close, to… to be near him. But he doesn’t like me. And now… now he has a girlfriend. It hurts so much.” Her voice cracked.

Levi’s heart tightened at how small and fragile she seemed sitting there, her usually bright demeanor swallowed by heartbreak.

He reached out, lightly placing a hand over hers. “Nancy… Sky isn’t the only guy out there, you know. There might be someone else who… who likes you, who actually sees you.”

She shook her head, brushing away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen.

“No… I only want Sky. Only him.” Her voice was firm, but it trembled with desperation.

Levi’s jaw tightened.

“Really? How about me?”He asked.

He couldn’t keep this in any longer.

Nancy’s eyes went wide, her entire body stiffening.

“You? Levi… you…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, caught between surprise and disbelief.

Levi leaned closer, his tone low and serious, yet soft.

“I like you… probably in love with you, I don’t know… but you’re not giving me a chance. You’ve built this wall around yourself for him, and it’s… it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.”

Nancy’s breath hitched. Her chest ached, torn between the person she had been chasing for almost all her life and the one who was sitting here, offering himself so openly.

She wanted to push him away, to remain faithful to her obsession with Sky, but part of her… part of her couldn’t ignore the warmth, the intensity in Levi’s eyes.

Levi’s hand tightened slightly around hers, just enough to anchor her.

Nancy pulled her hand away from Levi’s gently.

“I’m sorry, Levi, but I don’t think I can reciprocate your feelings,” she said softly, looking down at her lap.

Levi shrugged, a small, understanding smile tugging at his lips.

“Don’t worry. I’m not pressuring you. I just wanted to let you know. But… just know that I’m going to be here for you if you need someone to talk to, or need help with… anything.”

Nancy nodded, her chest still tight but a little lighter.

Levi leaned back slightly, smirking. “Honestly… you know, you’re insanely pretty. It’s kind of unfair, you know?”

Nancy chuckled, a soft laugh escaping her lips despite the heaviness in her heart.

“Thanks,” she smiled, and before she realized it, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close in a spontaneous hug.

Levi instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying her.

The world felt quiet for a brief moment, just the two of them there on the park bench.

🗣️ “Is that… Levi?” a small voice murmured in the distance.

🗣️ “I don’t think so,” another voice whispered.

“Damnit…” Levi muttered under his breath, realizing they’d been spotted.

He adjusted his hoodie, tugged his mask over his face, and reluctantly broke the hug with Nancy.

“Come with me,” He said firmly, holding out his hand.

Nancy hesitated only a moment before taking it, letting him guide her away from the spot.

—

Levi led Nancy along the quiet park paths, his hand still holding hers gently. They walked in silence for a few moments, the tension from earlier slowly easing.

“Where are we going?” Nancy finally asked, glancing up at him.

Levi smirked under his mask. “I thought… maybe I could take you home. Or… we could just go out for a bit. Your choice.”

“I… I don’t know.”Nancy hesitated, biting her lip.

Levi laughed softly, a teasing sparkle in his eyes.

“Hmm… I have an idea.” He stopped abruptly and turned to her. “Rock, paper, scissors. Winner decides.”

Nancy blinked. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Yes. Quick, before you change your mind.”

They counted together: “One… two… three!”

Levi had chosen scissors while Nancy had chosen paper. He grinned triumphantly. “Yes! I win.”

Nancy groaned. “Wait, that means…?”

Levi’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “I’m taking you out. You have no choice.”

Nancy chuckled, shaking her head but a small smile tugging at her lips.

“I… I can’t refuse?”She asked.

“Exactly. No refusals allowed,” he said, tugging her gently along as they continued down the path.

Nancy let out a laugh, feeling the tension lift completely.

She had no idea where Levi was taking her, but for the first time since learning about Sky and Emma, she felt lighter—like a weight had been lifted.

She followed him, chuckling, her heart oddly calm despite everything.

—–
[𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈]- Dark Room

The room was dim, the heavy curtains drawn.

Romeo sat at the head of the table, legs spread slightly, elbows resting on the armrests of the chair , Bianca stood beside him, leaning lightly against the edge of the table with her arms folded..

Tiago occupied the couch opposite Romeo, sitting forward with his forearms on his while Hunter leaned against the wall near the window, one ankle crossed over the other, arms folded, watching everyone quietly.

“So we’re attending the party?” Bianca asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes. Grandpa wants me to go,” Romeo replied flatly. “Seriously, that’s the only reason I’m going.”

Hunter scoffed under his breath.

“We’re not staying long,” Romeo continued, his voice sharpening. “But first things first—Mio is dying.”

Tiago lifted his head. “Because she tried to kill Mistress?”

Romeo’s eyes darkened. “No. Because she thinks she can get away with spying for Aizawa. Nothing else.”

The room cooled instantly.

“I want the security high,” Romeo said, straightening. “Our men on full standby. If they don’t hit us at the party, they’ll hit the Ryukai. We have to prepare for anything.”

“Boss,” Tiago said carefully, “I can stay back here if you want.”

“No.” Romeo shook his head. “I have a separate mission for you. On the night of the party, you’ll be at my fortress. Make sure Rias doesn’t step outside.”

“You think they’ll come after her?”Hunter pushed off the wall slightly.

“Yes,” Romeo answered without hesitation.

“Aside from Yuki wanting her dead, Aizawa already knows she’s my wife. If their attack on the Ryukai fails, they’ll target her instead.” His jaw tightened. “And I’m not in the mood to start a war over a stubborn kid.”

Bianca glanced at him but said nothing.

“I honestly think you should tell Rias about all this Yakuza mess,” Hunter said. “She should know she needs to be careful.”

“No.” Romeo’s response was immediate. “Not like she’ll listen.”

“Fine.”Hunter exhaled and nodded once.

“But…”Hunter continued, “That Mio is mine. I’m gonna kill that spy myself. It’s been long I had fun, I miss the scent of blood.”Hunter chuckled maniacally.

“Geez… Bloodthirsty much?”Bianca chuckled.

“Who wouldn’t? My girl even saw my gun last night, goid thing she didn’t pressure me much.” Hunter said.

“Hunter, be careful.”Romeo said

“Sure, don’t worry. I don’t plan on endangering her life. I’d kill anyone who tries to hurt her.” Hunter said.

Romeo turned his gaze back to Tiago. “Look into what I told you.”

“Alright, boss,” Tiago said, standing. “I’ll alert our men. They’ll be ready.”

Romeo leaned back again.

“I’ll be outside.” Bianca said, exiting the room.

—
Bianca lit a cigarette and leaned against the rooftop railing, letting the smoke curl around her fingers.

Footsteps echoed, and she turned to see Hunter joining her, sitting beside her at the edge of the rooftop, his legs dangling over.

“Why are you sulking?” Hunter asked.

“I’m not sulking,” Bianca replied, but the tightness in her jaw betrayed her.

“You only smoke when you’re feeling down, so…” His voice carried a teasing undertone, but there was genuine concern in his eyes.

Bianca exhaled slowly, dragging the smoke out through her lips. “It’s nothing serious… it’s just Romeo.”

Hunter tilted his head, studying her. “What about him?”

Her gaze dropped to the railing, fingers gripping the cold metal.

“I’ve tried… I’ve tried to put it all behind me. I know he’ll never look at me that way. He has a wife. I’ve stopped expecting anything from him. I’ve… moved on, in my own way.”

Hunter gave a low whistle, leaning back slightly. “Why not try telling him?”

Bianca laughed softly, a sound without much humor.

“Tell Romeo? I’ve called him ‘babe’ a few times… he nearly strangled me. Who knows what might happen if I actually told him I love him? The thought terrifies me. He doesn’t… he can’t feel the same way. I’d be insane to risk it.”

Hunter’s eyes softened. “Yeah, but honestly, you’re really one tough girl, Bianca. How old are you now?”

“You forgot?” she said, arching an eyebrow with a faint smirk.

“C’mon, remind me,” he pressed.

“Twenty-six.”

He counted quickly in his head. “Five years… five years with him, and you never told him?”

A small, rueful chuckle escaped her.

“I started talking to this girl, Sasha, and in just a few months I made her my girlfriend. I can’t even imagine delaying any further. I might just propose to her. Lucky her.”
Hunter said slowly, watching her carefully.

“Lucky you,” She muttered, almost to herself.

He leaned closer, his tone more earnest. “But honestly, try telling him about your feelings for him. If he gets angry, fine. At least let him know how you feel.”

Bianca’s fingers trembled slightly as she held her cigarette, the smoke curling upward like the tangled mess of her emotions.

“I can’t handle rejection… I already know he’ll reject me. I respect Romeo too much. He’s a really great guy, grumpy at times but regardless, I… I’d do anything to protect him.”

Hunter smiled faintly, reaching out to nudge her shoulder. “Just try, will you?”

She nodded, a small, determined movement. “Sure… ”

“Lover girl.”

Unbeknownst to her, Romeo stood silently at the entrance of the rooftop door, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on her.

He had been looking for Hunter but caught the tail end of their conversation, eavesdropping quietly.

He already knew.

Bianca’s feelings for him were no secret—he had seen the subtle ways she held herself, the glances, the quiet longing but hearing it aloud gave him a different sense of her devotion.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

“Well,” He said to himself, “…we’ll find my answer out once you ask me, Bianca.”

And without another word, he turned and walked away.

—–
[𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥]

Rias wandered through the polished aisles, fingers brushing over a sleek leather bag. The mall floor was empty; she had the space to herself.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in—” the sales lady started.

Rias didn’t bother looking at her. “Let her,” she said sharply.

A sharp, familiar voice cut through the air. “If it isn’t the two-faced mistress.”

Rias turned, narrowing her eyes as Yuki stepped between the racks, arms crossed. “And… what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to see who’s been sneaking around with my husband.”Yuki’s glare was ice.

Rias scoffed, tilting her chin. “I’m not doing anything with your husband, Yuki. Calm down. Really, is this jealousy I’m seeing?”

“Jealous? No. Disgusted, maybe. Isn’t it shameful? Dating a married man with a kid—while you’re married yourself! Don’t you even feel guilty?” Yuki’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence of the empty floor.

Rias’s lips curled into a smirk. “Guilty? Oh, honey, I’m shameless. And newsflash—I’m not dating him. We’re just going out. Nothing more. You really should relax before you start embarrassing yourself.”

“Going out? Don’t play dumb, Rias. Don’t think I don’t know. You’re trying to seduce my husband. You’re crossing lines.”Yuki’s hands clenched.

Rias leaned casually against a display, smirking. “Crossing lines? I’m not interested in taking what’s yours. Not that I’d want it.”

Yuki’s eyes burned. “You have no boundaries. None at all.”

“Boundaries are overrated. ”Rias laughed softly, picking up a bag and letting it swing from her arm.

Yuki’s jaw tightened. “You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe. But at least I’m honest about it.”
Rias shrugged, unfazed.

“Stay away from Haru..”Yuki yelled at her.

“Oh, and if I don’t?” Rias asked, her tone teasing, unafraid.

Just then, footsteps echoed across the polished floor. Haru appeared, perfectly calm, his gaze sweeping the tension-filled space.

“Oh, Haru,” Rias said, her smirk widening. “Your wife and I were just having a very… interesting conversation.”

Yuki froze, then turned, spotting him approaching. Her eyes narrowed, fury burning hotter than ever.

“And what are you doing here? You came to see your mistress?” Yuki spat, her voice sharp and venomous.

Haru’s eyes remained steady, unblinking. “I followed you here. Why are you harassing Rias? It was my decision to see her.”

Yuki’s face twisted in disbelief. “You’re seriously taking her side? This woman is destroying our family!”

“I don’t love you, Yuki,” Haru said, his voice low and final.

“Oh, poor Yuki…”Rias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head.

That was the spark. Yuki lunged, nails aiming for Rias, rage fueling her movements. The two women collided in a flurry of swipes and grapples, the sound of struggling bodies echoing across the empty mall floor.

Haru stepped forward, trying to separate them, arms out, but Yuki’s fury was unchecked.

Her nails raked across Rias’s arm, leaving shallow, angry red lines.

Rias hissed, stumbling back slightly, clutching her arm, but her eyes glinted with defiance.

“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Haru’s grip on Yuki tightened as he forced her back, keeping her from advancing.

Haru shoved Yuki gently but firmly aside, his hands steady but unyielding.

“Ouch… it hurts,” Rias muttered, clutching her arm, though there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.

“Hey, come with me,” Haru said, his tone calm but commanding.

“Haru,” Yuki’s voice cracked, a mix of anger and desperation.

“Leave this mall, Yuki,” he said, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “Now.”

Yuki glared at him, chest heaving, but she knew the stubborn edge in his voice meant he wouldn’t budge.

With a frustrated huff, she spun on her heel and stormed toward the exit, her heels clicking loudly against the floor.

Rias let out a small laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing as she glanced at Haru.

—

Rias sat on the bench, her wrist extended toward him, feeling the sting of the ointment and the gentle press of the band-aid.

Haru was completely focused, his fingers deft and careful, moving with a precision that made her breath catch.

“Does it sting?” he asked softly, blowing lightly over the wound.

Rias’s eyes couldn’t leave his face. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, the curve of his jaw, the subtle tilt of his lips—every detail was mesmerizing.

She felt a strange warmth settle in her chest, a pull she hadn’t expected. Her pulse quickened, her thoughts scattered, and yet, she couldn’t look away.

“Rias…” His voice cut through the haze.

“Hmm,” she murmured, barely registering the sound.

“I’m… sorry about Yuki,” he said, a small shadow of concern in his eyes.

“It’s… fine,” she replied, her voice distant even to herself.

“I’ll talk to her, make sure she leaves you alone. I’m sorry… you don’t deserve to get hurt,” he added, his gaze softening.

Rias wasn’t listening anymore. Her mind had narrowed to him, to the steady warmth radiating from his hands and the intensity in his eyes.

She needed to act before her racing thoughts could betray her.

“Rias? Can you hear me?” he asked again, sharper this time.

She leaned in, drawn by something she couldn’t control, until the space between their faces was impossibly small.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, and her breath hitched.

“R… Rias..?” he whispered, eyes widening in surprise, his usual calm giving way to a raw intensity.

“Kiss me,” she breathed, barely audible, yet loaded with everything she’d been holding in.

Haru’s hands lifted instinctively, cupping her face with careful firmness.

Their lips met—softly at first, testing, then with an urgent heat that stole her breath.

Every brush, every press of his lips, sent sparks through her, igniting something fierce and undeniable.

Rias pressed closer, her hands finding his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt.

He deepened the kiss.

.

.

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𝐓.𝐁.𝐂.