How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 5&6

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND

How To Hate Your Husband – Chapter 5&6

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☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

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Haru returned to the table to find Bella swinging her legs beneath the chair, a smear of sauce on her cheek as she animatedly explained something to Yuki with exaggerated hand movements.

“Daddy!” Bella beamed the moment she saw him. “The noodles were soooo good. Can we come again tomorrow?”

Haru smiled and reached out, gently wiping her cheek with his thumb. “Tomorrow’s a school day, princess.”

Yuki glanced at her watch, then at him. “He’s right, baby. We should head home. You need to sleep early if you wants to wake up on time.”

Bella groaned dramatically. “But I’m not sleepy.”

“You always say that,” Yuki replied softly, brushing Bella’s hair back with practiced tenderness. “And you’re always asleep five minutes later.”

“Your mom’s right.”Haru chuckled, nodding.

Yet even as he said it, his mind wasn’t fully there.

For a brief, dangerous second, another image intruded. Dark eyes. A slow, knowing smirk. The way she had looked at him like she already owned the moment and him with it.

Damn, he doesn’t even know her name. At least she has his card.

He clenched his jaw subtly and pushed the thought away.

Yuki stood, adjusting her bag. “Let’s go. Driver’s waiting.”

Haru lifted Bella into his arms without effort. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder, already yawning despite her earlier protest.

“Daddy,” she murmured, half-asleep. “You smell nice.”

That grounded him.

Haru smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. “That’s because I make perfumes, remember?”

“Mm,” Bella hummed. “Make one for me and Mommy.”

Yuki laughed quietly as they walked. “I think we already have too many.”

As they moved toward the exit, Haru’s grip tightened just a little around his daughter. The warmth of his family, the life he had built—steady, gentle, real.

And yet, uninvited, her voice echoed in his mind again.

I’ll see if you’re worth my time.

Haru exhaled slowly.

Whatever that woman was, whatever storm she carried with her, he knew one thing for certain—

She was an irresistible thirst he couldn’t quench.

—–
☆𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧☆

Rias came back after dropping Sasha off at her apartment and entered the house without slowing, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

“Big sister!!”

Rias barely had time to react before Nancy slammed into her at full speed.

She gasped as they both tumbled onto the couch, cushions sinking under their weight.

“Nancy—” Rias laughed, wrapping an arm around her automatically. “You’ve got to stop doing that. You’re not a little baby I can catch anymore.”

Nancy grinned up at her, completely unbothered. “You still caught me.”

Rias sighed dramatically. “Barely.”

She brushed Nancy’s hair back, eyes softening. “So? How was your flight?”

“Boring,” Nancy replied instantly. Then her eyes lit up with mischief. “But hey—Mom told me you’re married.”

Rias froze.

Nancy pushed herself up on her elbows.

“How the heck did that happen? Did you come here to meet a guy? So you’ve been seeing someone?” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “We promised no secrets.”

Rias clicked her tongue and leaned back. “Trust me on this, Nancy. I didn’t even know I was getting married. It was arranged.”

Nancy’s jaw dropped. “What?!” She sat up fully. “But… why?”

“Forget it,” Rias waved it off, already tired of the subject. “I already signed the marriage certificate. But don’t worry, I’m not about to start playing house or doing wife duties.”

Nancy stared at her, stunned. “You’re crazy.”

“I know.”

Rias shifted the conversation smoothly, nudging her shoulder. “Enough about me. Are you excited to start college?”

Nancy hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. “Um… I’m not really here for the book aspect.”

Rias groaned. “Oh no.”

“I’m on a mission,” Nancy declared seriously. “To win Sky over.”

Rias stared at her, unimpressed. “This girl. I really can’t believe you.”

Nancy clasped her hands dramatically. “Come on, you know how I feel about him. I love him so much.”

Rias raised an eyebrow. “What if he’s a jerk in real life?”

“He’s not,” Nancy said immediately. “I’m sure he’s nice.”

Rias reached out and flicked her forehead lightly. “You’re too soft for your own good.”

Nancy laughed and leaned into her sister’s side. “And you’re too scary.”

Rias smirked, wrapping an arm around her. “Ugh. I can’t change your mind then—”

“Rias Gremory!!”

Rafael’s voice thundered from the staircase as he descended, cane striking the marble with sharp, impatient taps. The room stiffened instantly.

Rias sighed without even turning.
“Geez, Grandpa, I just got back. What’d I do this time?”

Rafael stopped in front of her and shoved his phone forward.
“What’s this?”

Rias took it lazily, her eyes scanning the screen.

🗞️ HEADLINE — RAFAEL GREMORY’S RUMOURED GRANDDAUGHTER, RIAS GREMORY, SEEN ATTACKING A ZMI STUDENT 🗞️

Her lips curved into a slow, unapologetic smile.

“Hm. Pretty juicy. I’m already popular.”
She handed the phone back like it bored her.

Rafael’s jaw tightened.
“Rias, what is wrong with you? What did you do this time?”

“Didn’t you read the article? I attacked her.”
She shrugged.

The room went still.

Rafael stared at her, disbelief etched deep into his features.
“Why would you do that?”

Before Rias could answer, Nancy stepped forward, hugging her arms.
“Grandpapa, you know Rias won’t attack someone unprovoked.”

“Nancy, your sister is driving me insane.” Rafael exhaled sharply.

“Whatever,” Rias muttered, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve. “Also, I already signed the… stupid certificate you were after.”

That got his attention.

Rafael straightened.
“Good. Get ready. After your classes tomorrow, the driver will take you to his fortress. Your things will be delivered there within the day.”

Nancy’s eyes widened.
“So soon, Grandpa?”

Rafael nodded once. Final. Absolute.

Rias laughed, but it was hollow.
“I can’t believe you actually forced me to get married. I’m disappointed in you.”

“I’m doing this for you,” Rafael replied calmly.

She scoffed.
“How exactly?”

She paused, her shoulders rising and falling once.

“You know what… forget it. I don’t like it when we argue.” Her voice dropped, exhaustion slipping through the cracks. “I’m tired.”

Rias turned and walked upstairs without another word, her footsteps slow but heavy, every step carrying restrained fury.

Nancy watched her go, biting her lip.

Rafael remained where he stood, phone clenched in his hand, the weight of his decision pressing hard against his chest.

He sighed.

—–
☆𝐊𝐨̄𝐫𝐲𝐮̄ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 – 7𝐏𝐦☆

Romeo’s car came to a halt. The fortress loomed silently around him, eerily quiet—no guards in sight. Not that he couldn’t handle himself.

He stepped inside, his boots echoing softly as he took deliberate, unhurried strides straight to his room.

The door swung open, and there was Bianca, waiting naked, her skin glowing in the dim light.

“Welcome home, Romeo,” she murmured, biting her lip as she knelt gracefully before him. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Are you complaining?” he asked, his fingers gently gripping her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“Of course not, Master,” she breathed, her voice husky with devotion. “I’m always ready to wait for you… to serve your every need.”

Romeo studied her, his expression cool and unreadable.

Still, he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, brushing his dark hair back with one hand while unbuttoning his shirt with the other, revealing the chiseled lines of his torso.

Bianca’s eyes devoured him, her lips parting as she bit back a soft m0an.

She’d seen his body countless times, yet it never failed to ignite her—every ridge, every shadow, pure temptation.

“Come here, little whore,” Romeo growled low, his voice laced with command.

Bianca crawled forward eagerly, her movements fluid and seductive. “Yes, Master…”

Romeo’s hand ventured to her breasts, grasping them with a firm, exploratory touch.

Bianca gasped in surprise, her pulse racing—this marked the first time he’d initiated such sensual contact during their intimacies.

She was accustomed to devoting herself entirely to his pleasure.

But moments later, he released her, his eyes hooded with hunger. Her hands darted to his belt, unbuckling it with eager precision, then unzipping his pants and easing the fabric aside.

He was achingly hard, and the sight alone left her breathless on the brink. She took him into her mouth, tracing a long, languid lick that elicited a deep groan from him.

She drew him deeper, her rhythm accelerating with devoted fervor. His fingers fisted einto her hair, gripping with commanding tension as he guided her to take more, her submission fueling his fire.

Bianca steadied herself on his thighs, signaling for a breath, but he pressed deeper still, filling her throat completely.

She gagged softly, eyes glistening with tears, yet leaned into the intensity, yielding to their shared rhythm.

Romeo squeezed his eyes shut, a primal growl building as he released, pulsing deep into her throat. He tugged her hair gently upward, drawing her off him.

Bianca drew in a ragged breath, a husky chuckle bubbling up as she savored the taste.

“You taste so good, Master.”

Romeo seized her hair in a firm grip, drawing her up before tossing her onto the bed with raw, controlled force. She bounced lightly, her skin flushing with excitement.

“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice a gravelly command.

Bianca complied swiftly, flipping onto her stomach and lifting her hips, offering her ass to him in perfect submission.

*SPANK!* His palm connected sharply, sending a jolt of fiery pleasure through her.

“F+k!” Bianca moaned deeply, her arousal surging—warm liquid trailed down her thighs as her body surrendered to the sensation.

He pressed closer, the heat of him enveloping her. Slowly at first, then with one rough, claiming thrust, he drove his length deep inside her, stretching and filling her utterly.

She gasped, going breathless as he fucked her with unrelenting power, his hips crashing against her in a rhythm fiercer than ever before.

Bianca shook beneath him, her body quivering with each aggressive stroke, waves of ecstasy ripping through her.

He was strangely overpowering tonight, but she thrived on it—knowing she alone could keep pace with his storm, her cries urging him deeper into their frenzied union.

*

He slammed deeper, burying his entire length inside her with each powerful thrust, the slick heat of her enveloping him completely.

Romeo’s fingers tangled roughly in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand delivered sharp *SPANKs* to her ass, the cracks echoing in the heated air, leaving red imprints on her sweat-slicked skin.

Bianca’s body glistened, flushed and drenched in perspiration, trembling under the relentless rhythm—her hips bucking back to meet him, moans spilling from her lips in ragged, desperate waves.

“Romeo…I… can’t…. breathe….”

The bed creaked beneath them, sheets twisting in her clenched fists, the musky scent of their arousal thick in the room.

His urge built uncontrollably, a gnawing fire he couldn’t quench—he’d already cum thrice tonight, yet satisfaction eluded him, clawing at his core like a beast unsatisfied.

Growls rumbled from his chest, his pace frantic, muscles straining as sweat dripped from his brow.

With a final, guttural groan, he pulled out and came again on her back. Abruptly, he pushed her off him, his chest heaving.

“Get out,” Romeo rasped, voice edged with torment.

“Romeo…” Bianca whispered, her body still quivering.

“Bianca, just leave.” His tone softened slightly, but the command held firm.

She nodded, eyes soft with understanding, gathering herself before walking gracefully out of his room, the door clicking shut behind her.

“Why?!!!” He yelled, standing up and punching the wall aggressively.

The impact sent a sharp pain up his knuckles, but it barely registered.

The heat under his skin, the restless pressure in his chest, the unbearable tension that never seemed to go away once it started.

He took a deep breath, forcing air into his lungs like it might anchor him.

Romeo opened the cabinet with shaking fingers and took out the pills.

His jaw clenched as he dry-swallowed them with the alcohol sitting by the bed, the burn sliding down his throat.

He hated needing them. Hated that even with medication, his body still felt like it was at war with his mind.

He slumped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Every time it happened, it was the same hell.

Desire didn’t come and go for him like it did for normal people. Once it ignited, it didn’t fade. It intensified.

It crawled under his skin, flooded his bloodstream, turned his thoughts violent and erratic. Frustration twisted into rage. Control became a fragile illusion.

Romeo suffered from hypersexuality disorder, ever since that night. That night she did this to him.

A condition where arousal wasn’t just desire but compulsion. Where the brain’s reward system malfunctioned, constantly demanding stimulation, never satisfied, never quiet.

That was why he could last for hours without relief. Why satisfaction never truly came. Why the urge always returned stronger, meaner, more consuming.

His nervous system stayed overstimulated, adrenaline high, impulses unchecked. And when there was nothing to release it on, the energy turned inward, becoming aggression, irritability, violence.

The pills were meant to dull it. Sedatives, stabilizers, things designed to slow his thoughts and dampen his impulses.

They barely worked.

His chest rose and fell heavily as the medication finally began to weigh down his limbs.

The anger softened into exhaustion. His eyelids grew heavy, the ceiling blurring as his body surrendered before his mind ever did.

Romeo turned his head slightly, as sleep took over him.

—–
☆𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞☆

The campus was already loud, but the moment Levi stepped out near the fountain, chaos truly erupted.

Levi wasn’t just a student. He was Levi Kwon, a pop artist with millions of followers across Asia, chart-topping singles, sold-out fan meets and so on.

Cameras flashed nonstop as he adjusted his sunglasses, one hand lifting casually in greeting while his other held his phone, already recording content.

He was signed under the same entertainment company as Sky, and that alone made them constant rivals.

Same label. Same generation. Same spotlight. Fans compared their visuals, their vocals, their charts like it was a sport.

🗣️ “Oh my God, it’s Levi—he’s even prettier this semester.”
🗣️ “Levi look this way!”
🗣️ “He’s literally glowing, how is that fair?”
🗣️ “I swear I breathe the same air as him and forget how to function.”

Levi smirked slightly, used to it, lifting his phone higher as he snapped a few photos. The crowd tightened but still kept a careful distance. Everyone knew the rules.

Then—

A car roared toward the campus gates.

Tires screeched sharply against the pavement as the vehicle drifted into Shinjuku College with dangerous precision, stopping cleanly at the reserved parking area.

Heads snapped in unison.

Sky had arrived.

The screaming doubled.

🗣️ “SKY—SKY—SKY!!”
🗣️ “No way, no way, is this real life?”
🗣️ “He drove himself today—oh my God!”
🗣️ “That man knows exactly what he’s doing to us!”

Sky stepped out of the car, tall, composed, aura heavy enough to silence conversations mid-sentence.

Dark sunglasses, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but untouchable. Where Levi radiated charm, Sky radiated dominance.

He didn’t wave.
He didn’t smile at anyone.

He simply locked the car and headed straight toward the entrance.

Despite the screams and cheers, no one dared to get too close.

Everyone knew the law.

Popular celebrities like Sky and Levi were legally protected in public spaces when not actively working.

Harassment, physical interference, or making them uncomfortable could lead to lawsuits. Security didn’t even need to step in—students policed themselves.

Sky passed by without slowing down, the noise trailing behind him like an echo.

Levi glanced up from his phone, eyes narrowing slightly as Sky walked past.

Levi walked straight up to Sky and planted himself in front of him, blocking his path with a lazy grin.

“It’s too early for this,” Sky said lowly, not even bothering to look impressed.

Levi scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be working on your new album that’s about to drop?”

Sky finally lifted his gaze, eyes cold, dismissive.

“You must care so much about me,” He replied smoothly. “Why not use that time and actually worry about how to catch up with me instead of monitoring my schedule?”

A few students gasped.

🗣️ “Did he just—?”

🗣️ “Oh my God, Sky is so badass.”

Levi’s smile twitched. “You talk too much and that bragging of yours? You’re just feeding your delusions.”

Sky stepped closer, voice calm but sharp enough to cut. “Delusion is thinking you’re my rival when you’ve been chasing my shadow since my debut.”

That did it.

🗣️ “EXCUSE ME?!”

🗣️ “Levi paved the way for him!”

🗣️ “Sky outsold him three eras straight, be serious!”

🗣️ “Levi’s been in the industry for 7 years!”

🗣️ “And Sky has been in the industry for 4 years and already tripled Levi’s achievement. Clock that.”

Levi laughed, but there was heat behind it. “Funny how success makes you forget who was on stage before you.”

Sky leaned in just enough for Levi to hear. “Funny how relevance works. You either evolve… or you get left behind.”

The tension was thick, cameras already up, whispers spreading like wildfire.

Sky stepped around him without another glance and continued toward the entrance, unbothered.

Almost then, a pink car roared into the campus.

Not just any car.

A limited edition—the kind people only saw in private auctions and billionaire garages.

Gasps ripped through the crowd.

🗣️ “What the f+k—”
🗣️ “That model hasn’t even been released yet!”
🗣️ “Who’s that? Another hot guy?”
🗣️ “No way… that car alone costs a fortune.”

The engine purred to a stop.

Three men in black suits stepped out first, scanning the area with sharp, professional eyes. Campus security instantly froze, unsure whether to intervene or step aside.

One of the men opened the rear door.

A sneaker touched the ground first—clean, limited edition, effortlessly expensive.

Then long legs followed.

Nancy stepped out.

Pink-tinted sunglasses. A fitted designer outfit that screamed money without begging for attention. Her confidence was loud, unapologetic.

A fourth person, a woman in her early thirties, who looked very much like a nanny or personal aide—stood beside the car, calmly holding Nancy’s bag.

The crowd lost its mind.

🗣️ “A girl?!”
🗣️ “Damn—she’s hot.”
🗣️ “Who is she?”
🗣️ “She must be loaded.”
🗣️ “Look at her legs—”

Even Sky paused.

For the first time since stepping onto campus, his stride faltered.

He turned slightly, eyes landing on the girl by the pink car, sunlight catching her hair as she adjusted her glasses and smiled like she owned the place.

Nancy scanned the crowd once.

Then she saw him.

Her entire face lit up.

“SKYYYY!!!” Nancy screamed, voice slicing through the chaos.

She bolted.

Security moved instantly, but she was already gone, running full speed, sneakers slapping against the pavement.

She stopped abruptly right in front of him, breathing hard, eyes sparkling like she’d just met a god.

Silence fell for half a second.

🗣️ “She’s a fan too?”
🗣️ “I mean… who wouldn’t be?”
🗣️ “Only pretty girls and boys stan Sky.”
🗣️ “Lucky bitch.”

Levi clenched his fists, didn’t she notice him?

“Oh my God—oh my God—this is really you!” Nancy blurted, hands flying to her mouth.

“I’ve watched every performance, every interview, every live. I swear, I know your schedule better than my own!”

Sky blinked once, clearly unprepared.

She didn’t give him time to respond.

“Can I—can I please get a picture?” she rushed out. “And an autograph—please—right here, anywhere, I don’t care!”

Sky saw right through it.

The way she smiled too wide, too eager.
Her body language, technically everything about her.

She was trying to impress him.

He scoffed softly under his breath, irritation flickering across his face. Without slowing his steps, without sparing her a glance, Sky turned and walked past her, heading straight inside.

Just like that.

Nancy froze.

The noise around her blurred into a dull hum as realization hit.

“He… ignored me?” Nancy whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

A few students nearby exchanged looks.

🗣️ “Damn… Sky really just walked off.”
🗣️ “That’s brutal.”
🗣️ “She came in all that just to get ignored?”

Nancy stood there awkwardly, hands still half-raised, like a kid waiting for a hug that never came.

“Mistress, you need to head to class,” Fiona said gently, stepping closer.

Her personal nanny adjusted the designer bag on her arm, her tone calm but firm.

Nancy pouted, eyes glossy as she stared at Sky’s retreating back.

“Does he hate me?” she asked softly.

Fiona sighed, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Who hates someone just like that? He was probably just surprised. Celebrities have… moods.”

Nancy sniffed, forcing a small nod.

“Come on,” Fiona said, guiding her toward the building. “First day impressions aren’t always the real ones.”

Nancy glanced back one last time before letting herself be led inside, her confidence bruised but not broken.

If anything, it only made her more determined.

—
-𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥-

Nancy entered the lecture hall behind the course advisor, her eyes still a little glossy from earlier.

The room buzzed with low chatter, students settling into their seats, laptops opening, chairs scraping.

Then she saw him.

Sky.

Seated two rows from the back, relaxed like he owned the space, headphones hanging around his neck, jaw sharp, expression bored. Her breath caught.

I’ll be in the same class as him.

Her heart thudded wildly.

The advisor cleared his throat. “Alright everyone, settle down. We have a new student joining us today.”

Nancy straightened, smoothing her skirt, lifting her chin.

“Good day everyone,” she said softly but clearly, flipping her hair.. “My name is Nancy Gremory.”

The reaction was instant.

🗣️ “Gremory…?”

🗣️ “As in that Gremory?”

🗣️ “There’s a rumor the Gremory’s and Dragoni family are Yakuza.”

🗣️ “No wonder she looks so expensive.”

🗣️ “She’s not someone you want to mess with.”

🗣️ “Better to stay far away.”

Whispers spread like wildfire. Chairs subtly shifted. People leaned away, eyes darting, curiosity mixing with unease.

Sky scoffed quietly from his seat.

Who the f+k does she think she is? He thought, unimpressed.

“Nancy,” The course advisor said, gesturing, “….please take a seat.”

She walked down the aisle, her steps light, hopeful. When she reached Sky’s row, her eyes brightened. She slid into the empty seat beside him, practically glowing.

“Hi, Sky,” she whispered, barely containing herself. “Oh my goodness… I can’t believe I’m sitting next to you. Can I—can I get a picture? You kinda ignored me outside.”

He didn’t even look at her.

Nancy hesitated for half a second, then nervously lifted her phone and snapped a photo anyway, smiling wide.

“Ahh,” she breathed, clutching the phone to her chest. “A dream come true. My name is Nancy Gremory.”

“I heard you earlier,” Sky said flatly, finally speaking. He slipped his headphones over his ears, dismissing her existence in one smooth motion.

Her smile faltered.

She tapped his arm gently. “Can we be friends?”

Sky turned slowly, eyes cold.

“Why?” He asked. “Do I look like I need friends like you?”

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she smiled through it. “Because… I like you, Sky. I’m in love with you.”

Her voice was louder than she intended.

The room froze.

🗣️ “Did she just say that?”

🗣️ “That’s embarrassing.”

🗣️ “She’s crazy.”

🗣️ “Rich girl delusions.”

Sky leaned back, unimpressed. “So you’re one of those obsessed, delusional fans who think they can date their favorite idol?”

“No,” Nancy said quickly, shaking her head. “I really love you, Sky.”

He leaned in close, so close she could smell his cologne. Her entire body stiffened, heart pounding, face burning red.

His voice dropped, sharp and cruel.

“I don’t like spoiled brats,” He said quietly. “I don’t like you either. So do us both a favor and stay the fuck away from me. Understood?”

Her eyes shimmered.

“Sky…?” she whispered.

He straightened, grabbed his bag, and walked out of the class without another glance.

Silence lingered.

Then the whispers returned, harsher this time.

🗣️ “She embarrassed herself.”

🗣️ “Being rich doesn’t mean she can have anything she wants! Especially not Sky.”

🗣️ “I wouldn’t associate with her if I were you.”

Nancy sat frozen, hands clenched in her lap, eyes fixed on the doorway he disappeared through.

Does he really hate me…?

The question echoed in her chest as the class resumed around her, the space beside her suddenly feeling impossibly empty.

—–
☆ 𝐙𝐌𝐈 – 3PM. ☆

Rias leaned back in her chair, twirling her fork between her fingers as she stared at the pristine campus through the café’s glass walls.

The place was absurdly fancy for a school cafeteria. Marble counters, soft jazz humming in the background, students dressed like heirs instead of interns.

“I can’t wait to be assigned to a hospital,” Rias groaned, stabbing a strawberry a little too aggressively. “I badly want to start practicing already. Sitting through orientations makes me itch.”

Sasha sipped her iced latte, watching her over the rim with a knowing smile.

“Don’t be in a haste, Doctor Gremory. You’ll miss this calm once blood and night shifts become your personality.”

Rias scoffed. “I doubt it.”

“Anyways,” Sasha said casually, reaching into her oversized bag, “what you asked for last night—I did a little homework for you.”

That got Rias’ attention.

Sasha pulled out a slim file, neatly labeled, and placed it on the table. She slid it across slowly, deliberately, like she was handing over classified information.

*

HARU KAGAMI

Age: 33
Nationality: Japanese
Residence: Tokyo (Primary), Kyoto (Private Estate)
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FAMILY

Wife: Yuki Kagami
Daughter: Bella Kagami (4 years old)
Father: Shin Kagami (Chairman Emeritus, Kagami Group)
Mother: Diana Kagami (Deceased.)
Ex Wife: Stacy Kagami (Deceased.)

MARITAL HISTORY:
Haru was originally married into an old-money family alliance. During that marriage, Yuki Kagami was his long-term mistress. Their relationship remained discreet until Yuki became pregnant with Bella.

Months later, Haru’s wife died under circumstances officially ruled an accident. Within a year, Yuki became his legal wife, stepping fully into a role she had once occupied in secret.

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COMPANY
Kagami Parfums & Maison Kagami
Role: CEO & Creative Director
Industry: Luxury Perfume, Designer Fragrances, High-End Fashion Accessories

Kagami Parfums dominates the Asian luxury scent market, with expansion into Europe and the Middle East. Maison Kagami specializes in exclusive, invitation-only releases, limited editions priced for the ultra-wealthy.

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PERSONALITY TRAITS
Polished and soft-spoken
Emotionally driven, idealistic in love
Craves validation and intimacy
Conflict-avoidant, avoids confrontation
Weak boundaries where desire is involved
Believes himself a good man, even when acting otherwise

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NET WORTH

Estimated Net Worth: ¥420–480 billion yen
(Primarily inherited wealth with strong independent growth)

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PUBLIC IMAGE

Haru Kagami is viewed as:

A devoted family man
A refined businessman
A cultural tastemaker
A man softened by love.

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Rias skimmed through the file again, one brow arching as a slow, amused smile curved her lips.

“Hm. Pretty interesting guy,” Rias muttered.

Sasha didn’t even look up from her coffee. “Rias, that guy’s married with a kid.”

“I know,” Rias replied calmly. “I read that clearly.”

Sasha finally lifted her head, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you’re actually planning on becoming a mistress to a married man.”

Rias scoffed, leaning back in her chair like the accusation bored her. “So? I didn’t ask him out, he did. Besides, I never said I was gonna fuck him or anything. I just want to have fun.”

Sasha shook her head, lips curling. “You’re being petty right now, Rias. Plus, he’s your husband’s rival.”

Rias’s eyes flashed instantly. She snapped the file shut and leaned forward.

“Sasha, no one knows about my marriage with Romeo and that’s because it’s never going to be officially public. So please, refrain from calling him…. my husband.”

Sasha let out a dry laugh and took another bite of her food. “You call your husband old but not this guy? The double standards are insane.”

“I just don’t like that Romeo guy,” Rias said coolly, already reaching for her phone. “He’s not my type.”

She unlocked the screen, thumb hovering with intent, lips curling into that dangerous little smile Sasha knew far too well.

Sasha watched her for a second, then sighed, stabbing her fork into a piece of pastry.

“Funny how you decided that about a man you haven’t even met properly, yet the married one with a child already has you intrigued.”

“Stop… trying to take his side.” Rias rolled her eyes.

Rias stepped away from the table, phone pressed to her ear as she leaned against a pillar outside the café. Her lips curved slowly before she even dialed.

The call connected on the first ring.

“Hello?”

Her voice was calm. Smooth. Dangerous.

“Hey,” Haru said. “This is… the lady from the mall. Right?”

There was a brief pause. Then a soft chuckle on the other end.

“You know it’s me?”

Haru chuckled, a smile clear in his tone. “I’d recognize that voice anywhere.”

Rias hummed lightly. “Confident already?”

“I’ve been waiting for your call,” he admitted. “I’m actually glad you did.”

“Hmm.” She dragged the sound out deliberately. “That so?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Very.”

She bit her lower lip, enjoying how quickly he leaned in. “You don’t even sound surprised.”

“I was hoping,” Haru replied. “Not surprised.”

Rias smiled to herself. “Careful, Haru. Hope is a dangerous thing.”

“So is curiosity,” he countered. “And you look like trouble.”

“I am,” she said easily. “But I’m the fun kind.”

A soft laugh escaped him. “I figured.”

There was a brief silence, thick but not awkward.

“So,” Rias continued, voice lowering just a touch, “what exactly were you planning to do if I didn’t call?”

“I would’ve waited,” Haru said honestly. “But I’m glad I don’t have to.”

She exhaled through her nose, amused. “You’re bold.”

“Only when something catches my attention.”

“And I did?” she asked, pretending indifference.

“Completely.”

Rias straightened. “Alright then. Let’s see if you’re worth that attention.”

“Dinner?” he offered immediately. “Tomorrow. I’ll send you the address and time.”

She considered it for half a second, then smiled. “Tomorrow works.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“We’ll see,” she replied lightly. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t.”

She hung up and let the phone fall back onto the table, the screen going dark.

Rias leaned into her chair, lips curling slowly.

“You’re playing a nasty game, Rias,” she muttered to herself, eyes glinting with amusement.

Then she exhaled, tone softening, almost mocking her own thoughts.

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☆ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ☆

The soft glow of the desk lamp washed over the sleek lines of Haru’s home office.

Haru sat behind his desk, smiling as he imagined where he would take her on their first date.

“It’s okay to call this a date, right?”He asked himself, picking his phone.

“Clear all my schedules for tomorrow,” he said calmly into his phone. “Everything. Meetings, interviews, dinner reservations. Push them forward.”

A pause. “All of them?”His secretary asked.

“Yes,” he added, more firmly. “All of them.”

He ended the call just as the door creaked open.

“Love.”

Haru looked up immediately. His expression softened. “Yes?”

Yuki stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She hesitated for a second before smiling. “You busy?”

He set the tablet aside and leaned back in his chair. “No. Come here.”

She walked over and sat on his thighs, her arms sliding naturally around his neck. Haru rested his hands lightly on her waist, grounding, familiar.

“What is it?” he asked gently. “Need anything?”

Yuki hesitated, eyes lowering for a moment.

“Um… I’ve been thinking.” She looked back at him. “It’s been a long time since we went on a date. Just us.”

Haru exhaled quietly. Guilt flickered across his face.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with work lately.”

She shook her head quickly. “It’s not a problem. I understand that.” Then, softer, hopeful. “I was just wondering… maybe we could go out tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Haru repeated, the word catching slightly. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

Yuki noticed immediately. She smiled, masking the disappointment that tried to surface.

“It’s okay if you’re busy,” she said quickly. “I understand. Maybe some other time then.”

There was a pause.

Haru nodded once. “Sure.”

Yuki smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly before standing. “Then I’ll let you get back to work.”

As she left the office, Haru remained seated, staring at the space she’d just occupied.

His hands clenched slowly into fists, his thoughts already elsewhere, heavier than the silence she left behind.

“I still didn’t even ask her name. Fuck, Haru.”

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☆ 𝐙𝐌𝐈 ☆ 5𝐏𝐦

Sasha had already driven off the moment classes ended, leaving Rias standing just outside the campus gates, her arms crossed, irritation etched plainly on her face.

Students passed by in clusters, some whispering, some sneaking glances at her like she was a ticking headline waiting to explode.

“I swear this guy’s wasting my time,” Rias muttered, tapping her heel against the pavement.

As if summoned by her annoyance, a sleek black car rolled silently to a stop in front of her.

The windows were tinted dark, the engine humming low and controlled. It didn’t scream for attention. It didn’t need to.

The back door hadn’t even opened yet when the driver’s door swung out.

Tiago stepped down.

Dressed in black from head to toe, sharp suit, sharper eyes, he looked like someone who belonged to shadows and bloodstained contracts.

He walked around the car with measured steps and stopped in front of her, bowing his head slightly.

“Good evening, Mistress.”

Rias arched a brow. “Did he send you?”

“Yes,” Tiago replied evenly. “Boss Romeo instructed me to ensure you arrive safely at the fortress.”

She studied him for a second, then shrugged.

“Okay then.” She handed him her bag without hesitation.

Tiago opened the back door for her. Rias slid in, settling against the leather seat like she owned it.

He closed the door, returned to the driver’s seat, and the car pulled away smoothly from the curb.

The city began to blur past the windows. Neon signs. Traffic. Tokyo breathing and moving around them.

Rias exhaled, already bored.

“How long is this journey?” she asked, staring out the window.

“Approximately one hour, Mistress.”

“Ugh.” She rolled her head back against the seat. “Do you know any good clubs around here? I literally don’t know where anything is in this city.”

Tiago glanced at her through the rearview mirror, surprised but unsurprised at the same time.

“Yes, Mistress.”

A slow smile tugged at Rias’s lips. “Take me to one. I want to relax.”

There was a brief pause.

“As you wish,” Tiago said, signaling and smoothly changing lanes.

The car veered away from the main route, diving deeper into the city’s veins.

Rias leaned back, eyes glinting.

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☆ 𝐊𝐨̄𝐫𝐲𝐮̄ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ☆

The iron gates slid shut behind the car with a heavy finality that echoed through the compound.

Rias stepped out first. Her heels hit the stone driveway unevenly, not sloppy, just loose enough to tell she’d been drinking.

Her eyes were sharp though. Fully aware. Fully present.

Tiago moved ahead, already alert.

“She’s here, boss.”

Romeo didn’t answer immediately.

He stood at the foot of the wide staircase inside the fortress, shadows swallowing half his frame.

The lights were low, deliberate. The kind that made everything feel like a warning.

“Tiago,” Romeo finally said, calm but edged. “It’s late.”

“She asked to go to a club. I couldn’t—”

“Don’t worry.” Romeo lifted a hand. “You can go.”

Tiago hesitated only a second before bowing and retreating. The doors closed behind him, sealing the silence.

Rias rolled her shoulders, eyes roaming the vast interior. Cold marble floors. Black steel railings. Walls lined with art that looked expensive enough to kill for.

“Hm.” She hummed softly. “Not bad. Nice house.”

Romeo’s gaze dragged over her slowly. From the curve of her neck to the way she stood like she owned the place already. That nasty look on her face.

This kid.

“It’s 11 p.m.,” he said.

She turned to face him, head tilting slightly, lips curling.

“And?” She asked nonchalantly.

“From what I remember clearly, I told Tiago to bring you straight here. I didn’t give you permission to go anywhere else.”He said.

“I don’t remember needing permission from you.”

The air shifted. Romeo stepped closer.

Once.
Twice.

Each step deliberate. The kind of movement that made instincts scream to either submit or fight.

He stopped inches away from her.

“You’re one feisty little bitch,” He said, voice low, dangerous. “You know that?”

She arched a brow, completely unimpressed.

“Are you just finding that out?” She rolled her eyes.

“Cute.”He scoffed with irritation.

This kid is a tough one.

Silence stretched between them. Thick. Electric. Like a blade pressed against skin without drawing blood.

Romeo’s lips twitched—not quite a smile.

“This marriage,” he said slowly, “…is going to be really interesting.”

Rias smiled back, sharp and unapologetic.

“Perfect then,” She said. “I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.”

“If you’re going to live under my roof, you’ll have to follow three rules, Rias,” He said calmly.

She laughed, low and incredulous, tilting her head. “You’re giving me rules? And you’re expecting me to follow them?”

“My house. My property. My rules.”

Her eyes hardened instantly. “Whom exactly are you calling your property?”

He stepped closer, invading her space on purpose, his voice dropping.

“Who else?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “You’re my petty little kiddo.”

“I’m not your property, old man,” Rias shot back, chin lifting in challenge.

“Oh really? You’re not?”He asked with a smirk and she clenched her fists.

“Before you make your silly rules and start playing dictator…” She continued coolly, “I have mine.”

Romeo’s brows lifted, clearly amused. “Let’s hear it.”

She straightened, every inch of her radiating defiance.

“Rule one. Personal space. Don’t touch me, don’t invade it unless I allow it, which I’d never.”

He smirked but said nothing.

“Rule two. Mind your business. What I do with my time, my studies, my life—unless it directly concerns you, you stay out of it.”

“And rule three,” Her voice sharpened. “No one must ever find out we’re married.. Especially not the media. You keep your mouth shut.”

Silence.

Romeo studied her like a predator sizing up a reckless prey.

“Is that all?” he finally asked.

“Yes.”

He nodded once. “I can live by that.”

Her shoulders relaxed only a fraction before his tone shifted, colder, heavier.

“Well,” he said, stepping closer again, eyes darkening, “…listen to my rules. Because I won’t say them twice, kiddo.”

She crossed her arms. “Go on.”

“Rule one,” He began slowly, “Everything you do goes through me. Who you meet. Where you go. Who you hang out with. You don’t necessarily need permission from me, but you will inform me.”

Her mouth opened. “Are you—”

“Let. Me. Finish.” His voice cut clean through hers.

“For now,” He continued, “Sasha is the only person I’ll allow you to be with freely. She’s family-adjacent. Anyone else, I get to decide.”

“That’s insane.”

“If you don’t follow that rule,” He added calmly, “I’ll assign you a bodyguard. Twenty-four seven. And trust me, you wouldn’t like that.”

Her eyes flashed with fury.

“Rule two,” He went on, unfazed, “…do not disobey or lie to me. I hate disobedience and dishonesty more than anything.”

“It fucking pisses me off.”Romeo said, his gaze piercing her.

She swallowed, the intensity of his stare pinning her in place.

“And rule three,” He finished, “…your curfew is 10 p.m. If for any reason you need to be out later, I know beforehand. No exceptions.”

The room fell silent again.

Rias let out a slow breath, then smiled. Not sweet. Not soft.

Dangerous.

“You really think you can control me,” she said quietly.

Their eyes locked.

War had just been declared.

“You’re insane.” Rias’s voice cracked through the house, sharp and shaking with fury. “I’m a grown woman, not some child you can order around.”

Romeo’s jaw tightened. The air shifted.

“You’re basically a child so watch your mouth around me.” He said quietly.

That was worse than yelling.

Rias laughed, bitter and breathless.

“Or what? You’ll scare me into obedience?” Her chest rose and fell too fast.

The alcohol burned in her throat, making everything spin just enough to piss her off more.

“Is this what my grandfather trapped me in? A man who thinks control equals respect?” She snapped at him.

Romeo stepped closer.

“Disobedience comes with punishment,” He said flatly. “And trust me, kiddo—you do not want to experience mine.”

Rage surged through her, hot and blinding. Her fists clenched at her sides. She hated him. Hated the way he spoke like the world bent for him. Hated that her grandpa had chosen this.

“Go to hell,” she spat.

She coughed suddenly, turning away, the alcohol finally catching up to her lungs. It annoyed her more than anything, weakness, even momentary.

Before she could recover, Romeo was there.

His fingers closed around her chin—not rough, not gentle either—forcing her to look at him. His face was close now. Too close. Her breath hitched despite herself.

Damn him.

He smelled clean, expensive, like danger wrapped in calm.

Her anger faltered for half a second. She swallowed hard, hating that her body reacted when her mind was screaming no.

Romeo’s eyes were dark, unreadable, lethal.

“I should go to hell? Should I take you with me?” He asked lowly, every word deliberate, sinking in deep.

“Don’t forget whose name you carry now.”

He leaned in just enough for his voice to brush her ear.

“You can hate me all you want, but get this straight . You are married to me. Your name is Rias Gremory-Dragoni, whether you like it or not.”

“Only on paper, what does that have to do with anything!!” she snapped.

He moved before she could blink.

His hand fisted in her hair, rough and unforgiving, forcing her backward until her spine hit the shelf behind her with a sharp thud.

“Ouch…”

Her breath knocked out of her lungs.

He didn’t apologize.

His fingers slid from her hair to her chin, gripping harder, tilting her face up until she had no choice but to look at him.

His other hand moved deliberately—from her chin to her neck, down the line of her neck, across the valley between her chest and torso, to her waist, then back up again until his palm closed around her boobs.

“Get your filthy hands off me,” she hissed, breath uneven.

His eyes darkened.

“You’re not even trying to push me away.”

The realization hit her all at once.

Her throat tightened.

“What does that have to do with anything, you say?” He continued coldly.

She swallowed.

“What it means, kiddo, is that you’re mine. Every little part of you belongs solely to me..”

“Do you understand me, Kiddo?”He asked.

“Stop calling me that, I have a name, you know. And didn’t I just say you can’t touch me….ouch-!!”

She screamed as he painfully squeezed her boobs. It was so painful that a drop of tear escaped her eyes.

“I said….do you understand me?!”He repeated.

“Yes…yes…I understand!!”She screamed in pure agony, sliding her back on the shelf, trying to free from his grip.

But her body was already too weak.

“Now, I want you to tell me the name of the man who owns you….”He smirked.

“Romeo….”Rias winced.

“…..Romeo Ryūjin Dragoni.”She mumbled.

He instantly released her and she fell on the floor, unconscious. The pain and alcohol weakening her body instantly.

“Sota….!”Romeo called.

A lady in her late 30’s quickly walked into the living room. She’s the personal nanny Romeo hired for Rias.

“Take her to her room and clean her up. She stinks of alcohol.”He said.

“Yes boss.”Sota replied.

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𝐓.𝐁.𝐂.