How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 3&4

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND

How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 3&4

{•𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲•}

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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☆𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 – 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐬’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 ☆

Sasha walked into the room and it was already upside down. A vase lay shattered near the wall, a chair tilted awkwardly, and Rias stood in the middle of it all, breathing hard, eyes blazing.

The rage rolling off her was thick, heavy, and nowhere near cooling down.

“Alright, little missy,” Sasha said, closing the door behind her and kicking it shut with her heel. “Time to calm down.”

“Calm down?” Rias snapped, whirling toward her. She stalked closer, finger stabbing the air.

“Marriage? Seriously? Do I look like someone who wants to become someone’s wife? That old hag?”

Sasha raised a brow. “First of all, rude. Second of all, hypothetically speaking, he’s not old.”

“Sasha,” Rias hissed, her voice dropping as frustration clawed its way out of her chest. “Help me out. What do I do?”

Sasha shrugged, bending to pull off her heels and tossing them aside. “Just marry him then. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Rias stared at her like she’d lost her damn mind. “Sasha, I don’t believe you.” She grabbed her phone from the bed. “I gotta call Mom.”

“And you think she doesn’t already know?” Sasha said dryly.

Rias froze. Slowly, her hand slackened and the phone slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the mattress.

“I’m so frustrated right now,” Rias muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

“I’ve told you already,” Sasha said, flopping into the armchair.

“Your grandpa’s word is the law. End of discussion. And from what I saw, Prince Romeo doesn’t exactly support the marriage idea either. Get married, ignore each other, stay out of each other’s business. Easy.”

“But—”

“You wanna keep dragging this on then?” Sasha cut in, unimpressed.

Rias groaned and threw herself onto the bed, face-first, arms spread like she’d been sentenced to death.

“Unlucky you,” Sasha continued casually. “Anyway, my apartment is ready. I’ll be moving in tomorrow morning.”

Rias lifted her head slowly. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to move in with him too.”

Sasha burst out laughing. Actually laughed. “Relax, drama queen. You’re not being shipped off to his lair just yet.”

She stood up, stretching. “Also, make sure you’re ready by noon tomorrow. We’re submitting our files to Zenith Medical Institute. Classes start the day after tomorrow. We have far more important things to do than you spiraling over some stupid marriage.”

Rias rolled onto her back, glaring at the ceiling. “Girl… you are so mean.”

Sasha smirked. “And you’re still getting married.”

Rias grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her.

—–
Romeo drove like the road owed him something.

The city lights of Tokyo blurred into streaks of white and neon as his foot stayed heavy on the pedal, the engine growling beneath him like a restrained beast.

His phone chimed.

He glanced down briefly.

📨 HINATA: The lawyers will deliver the paperwork of your marriage certificate to your office tomorrow. Sign it. Love you, son.

Romeo let out a humorless scoff. He didn’t reply. Didn’t even bother locking the screen. He dropped the phone onto the passenger seat like it was trash and refocused on the road.

Another notification lit up the screen.

This one made him slow.

Tiago. His right hand man.

Romeo pulled over to the side of the road, the tires screeching softly as the car came to a stop. The engine idled, low and dangerous, filling the silence.

He picked up the phone and read.

📨TIAGO:
CONFIDENTIAL PROFILE

Subject: RIAS GREMORY
Compiled For: Romeo Dragoni
Purpose: Background & Risk Assessment

—
BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Rias Gremory
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Nationality: Mexican (dual residency: Japan)

Parents:
•Damian Gremory (deceased)
•Kiara Gremory (deceased)

Other Relatives:
•Stepmother: Annie Gremory
•Grandfather: Rafael Gremory

Best Friend:
•Sasha Cruise (Childhood)

Relationship Status: Nil

—
EDUCATION
High School:Elite private institution
•Colegio Altamira Internacional, Mexico City

•Graduated top 2% of her class

•Honors in Biology, Chemistry, and Advanced Mathematics

UNDERGRADUATE EDUCATION:
•Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM)

•Bachelor of Biomedical Sciences
•Minor in Molecular Genetics
•Graduated with high honors
•Published two academic papers as a second-year student
•Recipient of the Gremory Academic Excellence Grant

ADDITIONAL CERTIFICATIONS:

•Advanced Life Support (ALS)
•Clinical Research Ethics Certification
•Emergency Trauma Response Training

CURRENT EDUCATION:
•Zenith Medical Institute, Tokyo
•Doctor of Medicine (MD) – Accelerated Track

SPECIAL FOCUS: Neurosurgery & Trauma Medicine

Known in the field for sharp clinical judgment and defiance toward rigid hierarchy

—
PERSONALITY TRAITS
•Allergic to authority
•Sharp-tongued and confrontational
•Highly intelligent, emotionally guarded
•Fearless under pressure
•Provocative by nature, refuses intimidation

—

NET WORTH
•Estimated Net Worth: ¥3,800 million yen.
•Inherited assets over ¥5,000 million yen.
•Offshore trusts managed by the Gremory estate
•No dependency on marital or external finances

—
LANGUAGES
•Spanish (native)
•English (fluent)
•Japanese (advanced, conversational-professional level)
•Basic French
—

ADDITIONAL NOTES
•Known to clash with authority figures, including professors and senior medical staffs.
•No criminal record.
•Minimal social media footprint.
•Frequently described as “difficult,” “unmanageable,” and “brilliant”
•Psychological profile suggests high resistance to coercion and control

^^^^
A corner of his mouth lifted.

“Hm,” He murmured to himself, eyes dark, unreadable. “Pretty interesting. I like tough female species.”

Not women. Species.

The phone rang before the thought even settled.

He answered immediately. “Tiago.”

“Boss,” Tiago’s voice came through, steady, respectful. “We already have Mr. Valdez. He’s at the casino.”

Romeo’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. His knuckles went white.

“I’m on my way,” He said coldly. “I want to deal with that bastard myself.”

“Yes, Boss.”

The call ended.

Romeo tossed the phone aside, shifted gears, and slammed his foot down.

The car shot forward, engine roaring as he merged back onto the road, cutting through traffic.

—–
☆ 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 ☆

The RYUKAI was the heart of Romeo Dragoni’s Yakuza empire. It was an entire mini city on its own. It stretched wide and ruthless, a self-sustaining world that answered to one man alone.

Casino buildings glowed like false paradise, strip clubs pulsed with neon temptation, and deeper within stood the Armory, silent and deadly, where firearms were traded to other Mafia clans.

Romeo drove in without slowing.

The gates parted immediately.

His car rolled through the compound roads, guards lining both sides, dressed in black from head to toe. Guns rested openly against their chests, eyes forward, backs straight.

When Romeo stopped in front of the Casino building, the engine barely finished dying before every single man outside bowed their heads low.

Respect. Fear. Loyalty. All the same thing here.

The casino itself was a towering structure of glass and steel, gold light spilling through its massive doors. Music thumped from inside, low and heavy, masking screams buried far beneath the polished floors.

Romeo stepped out.

No one looked up.

He walked toward the entrance, unhurried, dominance stitched into every step. Tiago was already there, waiting.

“Boss,” Tiago greeted, bowing slightly.

“Where’s the idiot,” Romeo asked coldly.

“In the torture room,” Tiago replied.

Romeo didn’t respond. He turned, and Tiago fell into step beside him.

They moved through restricted corridors past velvet walls and guarded doors, descending into the part of the casino no guest ever saw.

The torture room door opened.

As expected, Mr. Valdez was on his knees.

The fifty-year-old man was shaking violently, sweat dripping down his bruised face. His suit was torn, blood staining the fabric.

His body bore the marks of Tiago’s work. Split lip. Swollen eye. Purple bruises blooming across his ribs and arms. He couldn’t even lift his head properly.

The moment Valdez sensed Romeo’s presence, he whimpered.

Romeo stopped a few steps away, looking down at him like discarded trash.

Tiago stepped aside. The room went dead silent.

Romeo walked straight toward him and stopped.

He stood there, towering over the man on his knees.

“Please, boss,” Mr. Valdez sobbed. “I swear, I’ll pay everything I owe you.”

Romeo looked down at him, expression unreadable, almost bored.

“Valdez… Valdez,” he said slowly. “You’ve been a very disobedient puppet.”

“Yes, boss,” Valdez choked out, bowing his head, his entire body shaking. “I’ve been stupid.”

“What is the one thing I love the most?” Romeo tilted his head slightly.

“Your money,” Valdez answered instantly.

Romeo chuckled, low and soft, the sound crawling across the room like a threat.

“And what do I hate the most?” His expression darkened.

“Disobedience and dishonesty,” Valdez whispered.

“Good,” Romeo said.

He turned slightly toward Tiago.

“Valdez… offence number one, you lied to me. Offence number two, you refused to pay your debt. Offence number three,” His voice dropped, sharp as glass

“….you went ahead and stole from me. One hundred million yen.”

“I’m sorry, boss,” Valdez cried. “My wife was in labour. My other daughter needs surgery. I badly needed the money.”

Romeo slowly slid the gun from Tiago’s pocket, the metal clicking softly in the quiet room.

“Does it look like I care about your pathetic little family?” he asked calmly.

Valdez’s eyes widened in terror. “No—boss, please. My family needs me.”

“No worries,” Romeo said, raising the gun without hesitation. “You’ll see them soon enough.”

Two headshots rang out.

Clean. Precise.

Valdez collapsed instantly, his body hitting the floor like dead weight.

Romeo handed the gun back to Tiago without looking at the corpse. “Find his wife and kids.”

“What should we do to them, boss?”Tiago asked.

Romeo paused at the doorway for a brief second, his silhouette framed by the light beyond. He didn’t turn around.

“Get rid of them.”

“Understood, boss,” Tiago replied.

Romeo walked out.

Behind him, Tiago turned to the men in the room. “Burn his body.”

They dragged Valdez away as if he’d never existed.

—–
☆𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲- 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚’𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭☆

Sasha’s apartment was finally quiet.

Boxes were stacked neatly against the wall, clothes hung where they belonged, shoes lined up with military precision.

She sprawled on the couch, one leg hooked over the armrest, phone glowing in her hand.

A dating site chat blinked open.

She’d been talking to him for almost a month now. Ever since Mexico. Long nights. Teasing messages. Voice notes that made her laugh when she was supposed to be studying.

She didn’t know his real name. Didn’t know what he looked like. And somehow, that only made it worse.

Or better.

HD(His initials):
You disappeared again. Should I be worried or impressed?

Sasha smiled, thumbs flying.

SASHA:
Relax. I was busy unpacking my fabulous new life.

HG:
Tokyo, right? I still can’t believe you moved.

SASHA:
Neither can my feet. Heels should be illegal.

A few seconds passed. Then—

HG:
Good thing I’ll be there soon. I’ll carry you instead.

Her stomach flipped.

SASHA:
Bold of you to assume I trust strangers.

HG:
You’ve been flirting with this stranger for a month.

She bit her lip, heat creeping up her neck.

SASHA:
So? I still don’t know your face.

HG:
You will. This weekend. I’m arriving in Tokyo.

Her eyes widened.

SASHA:
Wait—seriously?

HG:
Seriously. Hope you’re ready.

She dropped the phone onto her chest and giggled, kicking her feet like an idiot. After a moment, she checked the time.

“Shit.”

Sasha bolted upright, grabbed her bag, keys, and jacket in one smooth motion, and dashed out the door—heart racing, smile still firmly in place.

—–
☆ 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞 ☆

Zenith Medical Institute stood like a monument to intellect and prestige.

The best medical school in Asia.
A place that produced surgeons, researchers, and specialists whose names were spoken with reverence in hospitals across the world.

To graduate from ZMI wasn’t just an achievement, it was a stamp of elite survival.

The parking lot was already half full when Rias pulled in.

The moment the engine died and the doors opened, attention snapped toward them.

Heads turned. Conversations paused.

Rias stepped out first, chin high, red heels clicking against the pavement. Sasha followed, adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

“Does everyone have to stare like that?” Sasha muttered under her breath.

“That’s their business,” Rias replied coolly, not even sparing the crowd a glance.

They walked straight through the campus, unbothered, unhurried. Students whispered. Some stared openly. Others pretended not to while doing exactly that.

The Dean’s office door shut behind them.

Rias stepped forward first.

“Good morning, Mr…” she paused, leaning slightly to read the stamp on his desk. “Mr… yeah, I can’t pronounce that.”

Sasha winced and quickly stepped in.

“Good morning, Mr Kurosawa,” she said politely.

Kurosawa adjusted his glasses, eyes sharp but curious. “Good morning, ladies.”

Rias crossed her arms, unimpressed, already scanning the room like she owned it.

“Rias Gremory and Sasha Cruise. I already received your online application,” Mr. Kurosawa said, looking up from his desk with a faint smile.

His black-rimmed glasses glinted in the sunlight filtering through the office windows.

“It’s an honor to have the top medical students from your college in Mexico attending ZMI.”

Rias gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her expression cool.

“Pleasure is all mine,” She said smoothly, her voice polite but distant, leaving no room for unnecessary familiarity.

“Please, have a seat.”Mr. Kurosawa pushed back from his desk and gestured toward the leather chairs in front of him.

Sasha, already seated, leaned back casually while Rias dropped lightly into the chair beside her, crossing one leg over the other.

“Now, let me give you an overview of how things will operate here.” Mr. Kurosawa began, flipping open a folder and tapping at some papers.

“Zenith Medical Institute is a two-year program for foreign top-tier students like yourselves. You’ll start with foundational lectures, minor theoretical classes, and gradually move into rotations at affiliated hospitals. You’ll be assigned to highly qualified doctors—specialists who have been carefully selected to mentor the next generation of elite physicians.”

He looked between them, smiling, and his tone softened almost imperceptibly, as if he were sharing a secret.

“You’ll see, the first months are mostly classroom-based. Anatomy, pathology, biochemistry. Nothing too stressful at first. Then, once you’ve acclimated, you’ll be assigned to specific doctors in departments ranging from surgery to neurology. You’ll observe, assist, and eventually perform under strict supervision.”

Rias nodded once, face carefully neutral. Sasha leaned forward slightly, asking a couple of practical questions about rotations and schedules.

Mr. Kurosawa answered with long, detailed explanations, clearly proud of his school.

But as the conversation went on, Rias noticed his gaze linger a little too long on her.

His eyes traced her posture, her hair, the curve of her neck, her body, her thighs, her long legs.

At first, she assumed she was imagining it—but then, he shifted in his chair and leaned slightly forward, fixing her with a look that went far beyond professional curiosity.

“Your grandfather, Rafael Gremory,” He said smoothly, “…is… very well known in Japan. Extremely influential. A man of great power and wealth. And I must say…” His gaze dropped to Rias, slow, deliberate.

“His granddaughter is… just as impressive. Quite stunning, actually. You must be very proud, Mr. Gremory’s legacy living on in someone like you.”

Sasha’s lips twitched.

Rias froze for a second, then slowly turned her head toward him, eyebrow raised.

“Excuse me?” she asked, her tone sharp and cold.

“Ah—well, I simply mean,” He continued, a slight stammer creeping in as he tried to maintain his charm.

“…it’s rare to see such poise and… beauty combined with intellect. I’d love to… perhaps discuss your future here… over lunch? Dinner? I think someone of your… calibre deserves more than just lectures and assignments.”

Sasha’s shoulders shook as she tried to hold back laughter, but Rias was already on her feet. Her eyes were blazing, her hands clenching at her sides.

“You. Are. Disgusting,” Rias said, her voice low but deadly.

She leaned forward slightly, letting him see the full force of her fury.

“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to? I don’t care how powerful or influential my grandfather is. Speak to me with that tone, make me feel like some… prize to be won just because my grandfather is powerful, and I will make sure you lose your license, your career, and every single shred of respect you think you have. Do you understand me?”

Mr. Kurosawa swallowed hard, his polite smile faltering. “I—I was merely—”

“You were trying to woo me in your office. In front of my friend. Are you insane?” Rias cut him off.

“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t call the police right this second, you disgusting pedophile..!!” She snapped.

He held up his hands, trying to pacify her. “Please, Miss Gremory, I—”

Rias’s hand shot up, cutting him off mid-word.

“No! You listen to me! I don’t care if I’m here to study medicine or if my grandfather’s name opens doors for me. You will NOT speak to me like this. Ever. Again. If you try any of this crap with me again, you’ll regret it.”

She turned sharply on her heel and stormed toward the door.

Sasha followed behind her, rolling her eyes and stopped, then turned to him.

“Really, Mr. Kurosawa?” Sasha said, loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re supposed to be a dean. You’re supposed to command respect. Not lust over students like some desperate old man. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Rias slammed the door behind her as she left the office, not looking back. Sasha followed, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

Mr. Kurosawa remained behind his desk, pale and shaken, realizing he had underestimated just how sharp and fearless the Gremory girl could be.

Outside in the corridor, Rias’s chest heaved as she took deep, steadying breaths.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, fists clenched.

Sasha smirked, looping an arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Honestly? That man had it coming. I swear, if he tries anything like that with anyone else, I’m going to enjoy watching you dismantle his career.”

Rias shot her a glare that could slice steel, though a small smirk threatened to tug at the corner of her lips.

“Let’s hit the mall,” Sasha said casually, already swinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’m in the mood for shopping.”

Rias smirked. “Finally. Something that won’t make me want to commit a felony.”

They were barely three steps away when a frantic voice called out behind them.

“Miss Gremory—! Wait! You forgot your file!”

Rias stopped. Turned. Took the folder with a curt nod and walked off again like nothing happened.

But it already had.

🗣️ “Gremory?”

🗣️ “As in Yakuza Rafael Gremory’s daughter?”

🗣️ “He doesn’t have a daughter.”

🗣️ “Granddaughter then.”

🗣️ “She’s really going to study here?”

🗣️ “She’s so pretty…”

🗣️ “She looks like a mean girl to me. Look at her, acting like the main character.”

Rias stopped dead.

Slowly, she turned.

Her eyes locked on the girl who’d said it.

“Say,” Rias said quietly, stepping closer, voice razor-calm, “it again. I dare you.”

The girl scoffed nervously, crossing her arms, trying to save face. “I said you’re acting like you’re some main character with all these baboons feeding your ego—”

SLAP.

The sound cracked through the corridor.

Before anyone could react—

ANOTHER SLAP.

Then another. Heavier. Deliberate.

Gasps erupted around them.

Rias grabbed the girl by the hair, yanking her forward until their faces were inches apart. Her smile was wrong. Too calm. Too sharp.

“It’s my first day here,” Rias said softly. “Classes haven’t even started. Do you really want me as your enemy?”

The girl’s bravado evaporated instantly. Tears welled up as she shook her head, cheeks burning red, hands trembling.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Good,” Rias cut in, releasing her hair. “Now be a good girl and scram.”

The girl didn’t wait twice. She bolted.

Sasha clapped slowly, a proud grin on her face. “That’s my baby girl.”

Rias rolled her shoulders, unbothered by the stares drilling into her back.

“I don’t really give a f+k if people glare at me all day,” she said coolly. “But disrespect me, and you’re dead.”

Sasha leaned closer as they walked. “I heard someone call your grandpa a Yakuza. Is it true?”

Rias scoffed. “A Yakuza? Grandpa isn’t that. My family’s just top-tier wealthy. People always need a filthy excuse for money they can’t imagine having.”

Sasha grinned. “The mall?”

Rias smiled, sharp and unapologetic. “Absolutely.”

—–
☆𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬☆

The evening sun glinted off the sleek glass facade of Haru Kagami’s company headquarters.

Reporters clustered near the entrance, cameras and microphones poised.

A small crowd had gathered, murmuring excitedly, as the scent of freshly polished stone mixed faintly with the subtle notes of Haru Scents wafting from the man himself.

HARU KAGAMI was one of Tokyo’s youngest and wealthiest entrepreneurs. His company, Haru Scents, is the second most influential business in the city—just behind Romeo Dragoni’s.

While Romeo ruled the automotive industries, Haru dominated the luxury perfume market, and the rivalry between the two had become legendary.

Despite the differences in their fields, both men’s influence shaped Tokyo’s elite circles, and neither took the other lightly.

Haru Kagami stepped forward, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, and leather shoes that gleamed in the sunlight.

Calm, composed, and almost serene, he offered a gentle smile to the reporters.

“Congratulations on the launch of the new perfume ‘KISS’, Haru-san. The response has been phenomenal. How does it feel to see it topping the charts already?” One reporter asked, leaning forward with a microphone.

Haru’s eyes softened. “Thank you. It’s very humbling. I poured a lot of care and thought into this collection. To see it resonate with people so quickly… it’s a very satisfying feeling.”

Another reporter chimed in, almost eagerly. “Haru-san, some are saying this launch is particularly significant because your company is considered second only to Romeo Dragoni’s empire in Tokyo. What’s your response?”

Haru’s smile tightened ever so slightly. The name drew a flash of irritation. He cleared his throat.

“I appreciate the recognition for Haru Scents itself. That’s what matters most—creativity, quality, and the people who enjoy our work. Comparisons to other companies… well, they’re unnecessary distractions.”

A few more murmurs from the reporters pushed him further. “But surely, Haru-san, the rivalry between you and Mr Dragoni, some say it’s legendary. Doesn’t affect your business approach?”

Haru’s gaze hardened for a fraction of a second. “I focus on my work, my products, and my team. Anything else is noise.”

The crowd sensed the edge in his voice. Cameras clicked, microphones hovered, but Haru didn’t waver.

He gestured subtly to his security, who stepped forward, forming a protective barrier around him.

“Thank you, everyone. I appreciate your support,” Haru said, voice calm again, though the tension in the air was palpable.

The security made a path through the gathered press, guiding Haru to his sleek black car parked just outside.

He slid into the leather interior, the door shutting with a soft, precise thud.

“Love,” Haru greeted, settling into the leather seat, the engine purring beneath him.

“My love,” Yuki replied, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

She’s his wife. They had been married for two years, and their daughter, Bella, was already a lively four-year-old.

“How was work?” Yuki asked, adjusting her seatbelt.

“Fine,” Haru replied, voice calm, hands gripping the wheel. “Everything went perfectly as planned, though the media… they’re all over Romeo again.”

“You need to do something about him,” Yuki frowned, concern threading her tone.

Haru nodded, eyes forward, the city blurring past.

“Let’s head to the mall,” Yuki said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m feeling hungry, and Bella’s there with the nanny, shopping.”

Haru raised an eyebrow. “Shopping? You spoil her too much. Didn’t she get a new dollhouse yesterday?”

“Just let her be,” Yuki said lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Driver, let’s go.”

The car glided smoothly into traffic, sleek black exterior catching the sun.

—–
☆𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 ☆

Romeo was sitting in his office, he was already done with what he needed to do for the day.

The sharp knock came first.

“Boss, the file you requested,” The secretary said, stepping inside gracefully, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

She extended a slim black folder toward him, eyes flicking briefly toward his expression.

Romeo didn’t look up. He reached for the file, flipping it open with deliberate calm.

The document inside made him pause just slightly—a fleeting glint of amusement in his cold eyes. The marriage certificate. Signed by one party Already.

“Kiddo didn’t even waste time,” He murmured, a slow, dangerous smirk curling his lips. “I thought she didn’t want to marry me…, cute.”

He picked up his pen with a languid precision, signing his name at the bottom, every movement measured and deliberate.

“Take this to my lawyer. Now,” He said, handing the signed document to his secretary without looking up.

She inclined her head and left silently, the door clicking shut behind her.

Romeo leaned back, opening his pad. The headlines blared—Haru Kagami’s new perfume release—but every question, every angle, somehow twisted it back to him.

“Will Haru surpass Romeo this year?”

A low chuckle escaped him. He swiped the screen and set it aside, picking up his phone.

📨 ROMEO: Do you have any mission with Tiago tonight?

📨 BIANCA: I’ll be done by 6pm.

Romeo set the phone down for a moment, fingers brushing lazily over the zipper of his pants, tracing an intimate line, letting the anticipation build.

📨 ROMEO: Meet me at my fortress tonight. Don’t wear any underwear.

He dropped the phone on the desk with a soft thud and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

The dark smirk returned.

“What should I do to punish you.., Kiddo.” He mumbled lowly.

—–
☆𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥☆

Haru parked the car at the valet, and he and Yuki strolled toward the food court, hands casually brushing together.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Bella squealed, spotting them from across the hall.

The little girl’s curls bounced as she ran toward them, her tiny shoes tapping against the floor.

Haru bent down, opening his arms. “Hey, my little whirlwind.”

Bella leapt into his embrace, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!”

“And I missed you too, princess,” Yuki said, scooping Bella into her lap. She ruffled the little girl’s hair affectionately. “Did you have fun shopping with the nanny?”

“Yes! I got ice cream and a dress!” Bella chirped excitedly, her wide eyes sparkling.

Haru smiled, watching her with a mixture of pride and fond amusement. “I see someone’s enjoying her weekend. Did you behave yourself?”

Bella pouted playfully. “Of course! Mostly!”

They found a table and settled in, trays loaded with food. Bella chatted endlessly, her little hands gesturing as she described every detail of her shopping spree.

Yuki laughed along, listening, while Haru sipped his drink quietly, only occasionally interjecting with a soft chuckle or a teasing remark.

“You’re making Daddy hungry with all that talking,” Haru said finally, prompting Bella to giggle and poke him in the arm.

After eating part of his meal, Haru stood and stretched.

“I’ll use the restroom,” He said, giving Yuki a small smile.

“Be quick,” Yuki teased, returning her attention to Bella, who had already launched into a story about a stuffed animal she desperately wanted.

Haru walked off, his posture relaxed but his eyes scanning the busy mall.

••

“Where on earth is Sasha?” Rias muttered under her breath, scanning the bustling mall.

She rounded a corner too quickly and bumped into someone. Arms locked around her instantly, holding her in place.

“Oh!” she gasped, looking up.

Haru’s gaze was sharp, piercing—but it didn’t stay on her face for long.

His eyes slowly traced her features, lingering on the curve of her lips… then dipped lower, taking in the swell of her chest, the gentle sway of her hips, the full line of her body.

“Excuse me,” Rias said, her voice cool but edged with a teasing bite.

Haru released her, but didn’t break eye contact.

She gave him a slow, deliberate lip bite, holding his gaze for a heartbeat that felt like eternity… and then turned, walking away with a confident sway.

“5… 4… 3… don’t disappoint me… 2… 1…” she murmured under her breath, almost to herself.

“Miss… wait!” Haru called, chasing after her, his steps quick but controlled, his gaze locked on her every movement.

Rias smirked over her shoulder, turning sharply to face him, the tips of her hair brushing her shoulders like a siren’s call.

“Yes?” she said, voice low, teasing, unapologetically bold.

“You’re… so gorgeous,” Haru said, his tone almost husky, eyes drinking her in shamelessly.

“I know,” Rias replied, lips quirking, tone daring him to think further.

Haru stepped closer, just a heartbeat away, still staring, almost drooling over her figure, shameless and unrestrained.

“Let’s… meet up sometime,” he said, producing a sleek card and handing it to her.

Rias caught the card gracefully, eyebrow raised, flipping it in her fingers with a predatory smirk.

HARU KAGAMI
33 YRS OLD
CEO OF KAGAMI SCENTS
[90-4198-7726]

“Hmm… I’ll… see if you’re worth my time,” she said, winking, letting her fingers brush his as she turned and walked away, hips swaying with deliberate intent.

Haru watched her ass disappear into the crowd, lips parting slightly, breath catching. He ran a hand down his own chest, jaw tight, unable to tear his eyes away as he muttered under his breath.

“Damn… that girl…” before walking off, a predator with a mission.

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“Rias, there you are. Sorry for the wait,” Sasha said, sliding beside her, eyeing the card in her hand.

Rias held it out with a sly grin.

“What’s this?” Sasha asked, tilting her head as she read it.

“Some guy gave it to me. Not bad looking either,” Rias replied, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sasha blinked, a little stunned. “Rias… you’re officially married.”

“Bullshit!” Rias laughed, letting the card dangle between her fingers. “Who said you can’t have a little fun while you’re married?”

She gave a soft, teasing laugh and started walking ahead, hips swaying just enough to make Sasha’s head snap.

“I mean… it’s been a while since I had a real plaything. I need a man… someone I can put a leash on,” Rias added, voice low and sultry, letting the words hang in the air like a dare.

Sasha shook her head, smirking as she followed behind, her tone teasing but impressed.

“There’s no shade of madness I haven’t seen from you, Rias Gremory.”

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