How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 25&26

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2

HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 25&26

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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[𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 – 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the rumpled bed.

Levi stirred awake, groaning softly as he shifted. His body ached, especially there, a deep, delicious soreness that made sitting impossible.

He stayed flat on his stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, cheeks warming at the memories flooding back.

The bathroom door creaked open. Martin stepped out shirtless, a towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his toned chest and shoulders.

His hair was damp, tousled just right.

“Good morning,” Martin said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Levi’s cheek.

“Good morning,” Levi mumbled, voice muffled.

Martin sat on the bed’s edge, concern flickering in his eyes. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”

Levi peeked out, hiding his flush. “Are you seriously asking me that? You didn’t let me rest all night. It’s sore there.”

Martin chuckled, thumb brushing Levi’s jaw tenderly. “You don’t have to be shy. What do you want to eat? I’ll order.”

Levi hesitated, then met his gaze. “I’ve been wanting to ask…”

“Go on.”

“Isn’t your job dangerous? I mean, can you quit? Isn’t it risky if you’re always in clashes or gunfights with others?”

Martin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hm. Yeah, it’s dangerous, but I’ve handled worse. It’s risky, sure, but I can always handle myself.”

“So you can’t quit?”

“I can quit. Only when I’m dead.”

Levi’s eyes widened, but Martin cupped his face gently. “You don’t have to worry. You won’t get dragged into my mess, and nothing’s gonna happen to me.”

Levi nodded slowly, reassured for now.

“Go take a shower. I’ll order breakfast.” Martin stood, dropping the towel to pull on fresh clothes—jeans and a fitted shirt, before grabbing his phone.

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[𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨]

Ashton and Lin sat in a dimly lit room, glasses clinking amid the low hum of jazz. Both drank their whiskeys, faces etched with frustration.

“You look pissed,” Lin said, swirling her drink.

“Well, you look pissed too.” Ashton shot back, jaw tight.

She sighed, leaning in.

“Romeo knows about Dad’s plan to overtake his clan. We can’t do shit right now. Dad’s playing nice and laying low not to get on his bad side, and it’s driving me insane. Plus Romeo’s mad at me.”

“How the hell did he find out? He doesn’t know I’m involved, right?” Ashton’s eyes narrowed.

“No, you’re safe. I accidentally spilled when I was drunk. Stupid me.” She downed a gulp, grimacing.

“Forget the ducks, it’s not important.” She waved it off. “What’s eating you up?”

“Rias.” He slammed his glass down, voice bitter. “I proposed to her yesterday. She turned me down.”

Lin let out a laugh, sharp and mocking.

“What’s so funny?” He glared.

“Nothing. Just… feel bad for you.” She smirked. “Fourth time proposing after all these years, and she’s ‘not ready’? Sounds like a lame excuse to dodge the ring.”

“I know.” Ashton rubbed his temple. “I actually think she’s cheating on me.”

“With who? Romeo?” Lin arched a brow.

“Yes.” His fists clenched. “Few weeks back, I called her and I clearly heard moaning. Worst part is that she hung up on me. It pisses me off.”

“You gonna let her cheat?” Lin prodded, eyes gleaming.

“I’ve been calling Rias nonstop. Her phone’s off since last night.”

“Same with Romeo. His line is also unreachable?” Lin paused, calculating. “You think they eloped? Holed up somewhere alone?”

Ashton gripped his glass so hard it nearly cracked, knuckles white. “I swear, if Romeo’s with Rias, if he even thinks of touching what’s mine… I’ll kill him.”

Lin snorted. “Kill him? Please. Leash your girlfriend first. Romeo’s mine.”

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[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 – 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 ]

The chopper’s blades slowed to a whisper as it touched down on the private helipad of the secluded beach resort in Paris, the morning sun casting a golden glow over the turquoise waves lapping at the shore.

Romeo clasped Rias’s hand firmly in his, his other tucked casually into his pocket, exuding effortless confidence as they stepped onto the pristine path lined with swaying palms.

The resort staff—impeccably dressed in crisp white linens—lined up in a welcoming arc, bowing deeply.

“Mr. Dragoni, Miss Rias, welcome to paradise,” The head concierge said with a warm smile, offering fresh hibiscus leis.

A team of attendants followed, presenting chilled flutes of vintage Dom Pérignon and a silver tray of tropical fruits glistening with dew.

“Everything has been prepared to your exact specifications, sir,” One added reverently, eyes flickering with quiet awe at their boss.

Rias glanced around the empty beach, the only sounds the gentle surf and distant calls of seabirds.

“Are we the only guests at this resort? I don’t see other people aside from the workers.”

Romeo smirked, squeezing her hand. “The resort is mine. We’re the only ones here…”

She gasped as they reached the main building, its grand double doors framed by cascading bougainvillea. They paused at the threshold.

“Go in,” He said, releasing her hand and stepping back with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Rias shot him a suspicious look, her heart pounding, then pushed open the doors.

She froze.

Beyond stretched not an indoor room, but an expansive outdoor living area, an enchanted private oasis merging seamlessly with the beach.

The massive space shimmered under a canopy of handwoven silk drapes in blush pink and gold, billowing like clouds in the breeze.

Crystal chandeliers suspended from ancient olive trees sparkled like captured stars, their light dancing across a infinity-edge pool that blended into the horizon.

At the center loomed a heart-shaped floral archway crafted from 50,000 rare Orchidee Bianche petals , crystals and fresh Valentine’s roses.

Beneath it, a custom dining table gleamed with Versace gold-rimmed china, flanked by velvet loungers upholstered in 24-karat thread-embroidered fabric.

A fleet of white-gloved servers stood ready with trays of caviar, truffle-infused chocolates from a Parisian chocolatier, and a towering five-tier cake adorned with edible diamonds and fresh strawberries.

“Happy belated birthday and happy Valentine’s Day, Rias…” His voice pulled her from the spell, arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

“Romeo, you did all this?” Rias whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the opulent wonderland.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, stepping closer.

“Like it? I love it.” She turned to face him fully, her hands finding his chest. “Thank you, it’s so beautiful.”

A servant approached discreetly, holding out a sleek velvet box. “Boss.”

Romeo took it with a nod, flipping open the lid to reveal a breathtaking diamond necklace—custom-crafted with flawless pavé stones spelling out “RIAS” in shimmering script, the centerpiece a heart-shaped pink diamond worth a fortune.

“For you…” He lifted it free, his gaze dropping to her neck.

With deliberate care, he unclasped the old necklace—Ashton’s—sliding it off and handing it to the servant without a word.

Then, his fingers brushed her skin as he fastened his gift in its place, the cool diamonds warming against her pulse.

“It’s so pretty,” she breathed, touching it lightly.

“Not as pretty as you,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with hunger.

He took her hand, leading her to the heart-shaped table beneath the floral arch.

The servants melted away like shadows, vanishing into the resort’s hidden paths, leaving them utterly alone with the symphony of waves and whispering winds.

Romeo picked up a small silver spoon, dipping it into a crystal bowl of molten dark chocolate. He scooped a generous spoonful and brought it to her lips.

“Open,” he commanded softly.

She parted them obediently, and he slid it in, letting the warm silk coat her tongue. A deliberate smear lingered on her lower lip, glistening invitingly.

His eyes locked on hers, feral with want. He leaned in slow at first, then crashed against her like a storm, kissing her so fucking hard it stole her breath.

His mouth claimed hers in a brutal, devouring frenzy, tongue plunging deep to taste the chocolate mingled with her sweetness, sucking the smear from her lip with a growl that vibrated through her core.

One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat; the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his hardening body.

Teeth grazed her lip, nipping sharp enough to spark fire, then soothed with a swipe of his tongue—wet, relentless, consuming.

She melted into it, fingers clawing his shirt.

“Mm.”

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[𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨- 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

Hinata woke slowly, stretching languidly under the soft silk sheets, her body warm and content.

A small smile tugged at her lips as sunlight danced across the room. Ever since the lake incident, Angelo had turned into the ultimate overprotective husband, never letting her step foot outside without him by her side.

She could handle herself just fine, but damn if his fierce devotion didn’t make her heart flutter every time.

Where is he now?

The door eased open with a gentle creak. There he was—Angelo, balancing a tray laden with heart-shaped pancakes drizzled in strawberries and cream, fresh coffee steaming beside a single red rose.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw her awake.

Hinata’s face broke into a radiant smile. “Angelo…”

Two maids slipped in quietly behind him, arms full of elegantly wrapped gifts, silk ribbons in crimson and gold, boxes that hinted at jewelry and perfumes, setting them on the vanity before bowing out with knowing smiles.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Angelo murmured, voice like velvet, placing the tray over her lap and brushing a kiss to her forehead.

“Oh my goodness, Angelo,” She laughed softly, eyes sparkling. “Aren’t we too old for this? Isn’t Valentine’s for young folks?”

He slid onto the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“I’m going to celebrate you every single day, my love. No complaints.” His gaze held hers, deep and unwavering, the kind of love that spanned years and still burned bright.

“Thank you, honey.” Hinata leaned in, cupping his face for a slow, tender kiss, sweet and lingering, tasting of forever.

Angelo grinned against her lips, then nodded to the tray. “I made breakfast myself this morning. All for you.”

She picked up the fork, cutting into a pancake, fluffy perfection, bursting with fresh berries. The first bite melted on her tongue, rich vanilla and love in every morsel.

“Angelo… this is incredible,” she sighed, eyes closing in bliss. “You spoil me rotten.”

“Only the way you deserve,” he whispered, stealing a quick kiss.

Hinata set the tray aside, her eyes drifting to the pile of gifts with childlike excitement.

“Can I open them now?” she asked, glancing up at Angelo with a playful pout.

He nodded, lips curving into that indulgent smile she adored. “All yours, honey. Go on.”

She dove in eagerly, ribbons fluttering to the floor.

The first box revealed a diamond necklace from Tiffany & Co., flawless platinum chain dripping with pear-shaped stones, each over 5 carats, sparkling like captured stars.

“Angelo… this is breathtaking,” she gasped, holding it up to the light.

“Only the best for you,” he murmured, fastening it around her neck himself, fingers lingering warmly on her skin.

Next came earrings to match—rare pink diamonds, custom-cut, worth a small fortune.

Then a limited-edition Hermès Birkin bag in exotic crocodile leather, encrusted with rose gold hardware.

Her breath caught at the car keys dangling from a velvet pouch: keys to a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom, custom lavender with interiors hand-stitched in silk, monogrammed just for her.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, tracing the engraved key fob. “How’d you know I wanted this, Angelo, this is insane!”

He pulled her into his lap, nuzzling her neck. “Nothing compared to how insane you light up my world, Hinata. Wanna go for a test run now? The car’s outside.”

“Arrghhh!!” She screamed as she kissed him deeply, and ran out of the room.

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[𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

“Mommy, let’s go downstairs!!” Riri tugged Sasha’s hand insistently, her little eyes sparkling with excitement as she bounced on her toes.

Sasha yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes, still cozy in her silk robe.

“What is it, sweetie? Mommy just wants to sleep longer.”

“Tadaa!” Riri beamed, pulling her toward the stairs.

Sasha paused at the top, heart skipping. There, in the center of the living room, stood Hunter, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp white shirt hugging his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up.

Two bouquets flanked him like treasures: one massive cascade of red roses and white lilies for Sasha, the smaller one a burst of pink peonies perfect for Riri’s tiny hands.

Fairy lights twinkled softly overhead, petals scattered romantically across the floor.

“Daddy!” Riri squealed, racing down.

Hunter scooped her up, planting a big kiss on her cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s, my baby girl.” He handed her the smaller bouquet, her face lighting up like sunshine.

Then his gaze locked on Sasha, intense and loving. He walked slowly toward her, every step igniting sparks.

“Love…” she whispered, biting her lip, already melting.

“For my woman… and my baby’s mama. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sasha.” He pressed the lush bouquet into her arms, then cupped her face, kissing her hard, deep, possessive, pulling her flush against him.

She melted into it, flowers crushed between them, his hands roaming her back like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Daddy and Mommy, I’m still here!” Riri giggled, waving her bouquet. “Kiss me too!”

Hunter broke the kiss with a chuckle, eyes dancing. He knelt, peppering Riri’s cheeks and forehead with kisses until she squealed. “Both my girls get love today.”

“Yaay!!”

Sasha laughed, ruffling her hair. Hunter grinned wickedly at Sasha over Riri’s shoulder. ” Hey… maybe we should give you a little brother or sister. What do you think?”

Riri’s eyes widened. “Another kid? Like me?”

Sasha flushed, swatting his arm playfully. “I thought you said no more…”

Hunter pulled Sasha close again, voice low and husky just for her.

“That was before. Watching you with Riri? F+k, love, you’re everything. Say the word, I’d fill this house with our babies.”

Riri tilted her head, still confused. “Babies? Like puppies?”

They both burst out laughing. Hunter kissed them both—soft and adoring on Riri’s forehead, then claiming Sasha’s lips once more.

“Get dressed, my loves. I’m taking you both out, best Valentine’s date ever.”

“Yayyy!” Riri cheered, hugging her flowers tight.

Sasha took Riri’s hand, leading her upstairs with a wink over her shoulder at Hunter. “You’re too much, you know that?”

“Only for you,” He called after them, with a wink.

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[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 – 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 ]

It was 8 PM. Romeo lounged in the glowing pool, water lapping at his toned body, when Rias stepped into the pool arena.

His eyes locked on her as she glided toward the oversized outdoor bed under the shaded pergola, her hips swaying with effortless grace.

She sank onto the plush cushions, the fabric whispering against her skin.

“Looks like rain’s coming,” She murmured, glancing at the darkening sky.

“Even better. Come join me.” Romeo swam to the edge, his voice low and inviting, water dripping from his broad shoulders.

Rias rose, shrugging off her silk robe. It pooled at her feet, revealing a lace bikini that clung to her curves like a second skin—black, sheer, teasing glimpses of what lay beneath.

She sauntered to the pool’s edge, the humid air kissing her exposed flesh.

“I want you naked, Rias.” Romeo’s words dripped with seduction, dark and commanding.

She froze, pulse racing. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked her fingers under the bikini strings.

The lace peeled away, sliding down her body like a lover’s caress, baring her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the smooth V between her thighs.

Romeo’s gaze devoured her, hungry and unblinking, as she stepped into the warm water, n+ked and glistening.

He pulled her close, their bodies slick and pressing together as he guided her to the pool’s submerged stairwell.

They settled there, her straddling his lap, the water buoying them in intimate suspension.

“Having fun?” he murmured, his hands tracing the curve of her spine.

“Yeah. Thanks for everything—I loved it so much.” Her voice was breathy, her nipples hardening against his chest.

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy.” His fingers dug into her hips, possessive.

“Romeo,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled her neck, lips brushing her pulse.

“Why are you doing all this? You don’t even know if I love you. Why?”

“Because I know you do. Still don’t get why you’re being so stubborn about it.” His eyes pierced hers, seeing straight through.

“Romeo…”

“As long as you’re sincere with me in every moment we share, as long as you’re not toying with my feelings, I’m happy.”

She bit her lip, guilt twisting like a knife inside her.

“If you ever decide you don’t love me, just tell me. I’ll understand. Really.”

“But why? Won’t it hurt? You said you love me.”

“I do. I love you so much that I’ve realized I can’t force it on you. You mean the world to me, Rias. Your happiness is my priority.” He took her hand, pressing it to his heart.

She pulled it away, cupping his cheeks instead, thumbs stroking his jaw.

What is this rollercoaster inside me? Love? Why him? I hate him… but it’s always him, no matter how hard it gets.

“What if… what if I tell you that I love you, Romeo?”

His expression shifted, need melting into raw fire.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I feel so at ease with you. I love spending time with you. I love—”

Romeo grabbed her face and kissed her hard, claiming her mouth with desperate hunger.

Tongues tangled, bodies arching as his hands roamed her bare back, pulling her flush against him. He broke it, breathless, eyes blazing.

“You sure you do?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled, tears pricking her eyes.

“I’ll take you away from Ashton.”

“Please… please do.” She sniffed, burying her face in his neck as rain began to patter on the water around them.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongues battling as raindrops began to splatter the pool surface.

Scooping her up effortlessly, Romeo carried her out of the water, her legs wrapping tight around his waist, slick skin sliding against his.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he strode toward the shaded bed, the downpour intensifying.

He laid her down on the plush cushions, the rain pattering overhead like a primal drumbeat.

His lips trailed fire down her body, nipping her collarbone, devouring her full breasts, tongue swirling over hardened nipples until she arched and gasped.

Her hands fisted in his wet hair, guiding him lower as he kissed her navel, her hips, the sensitive insides of her thighs.

Spreading her thighs wide, he buried his face in her core. His tongue plunged deep, lapping at her dripping folds, sucking her clit with relentless hunger.

She bucked against his mouth, m+ans lost in the rain, her body trembling on the edge.

Romeo rose, peeling off his soaked shorts. His thick c+k sprang free, pierced and throbbing.

He stroked it slowly, base to tip, pre-cum glistening. Rias’s eyes watered, wide with need as she cupped his face, pulling him close.

“I love you. I love you…you have no idea how badly I need you,” he growled, voice rough with desire.

His cock found her cli+, stroking torturously slow, the cold metal of his piercing teasing her entrance.

Waves of heat crashed through her—electric jolts from his touch, her pussy clenching emptily, aching for more.

He squeezed her br+sts hard, thumbs flicking her n+ples, sending sparks straight to her core.

“I wanna hold you. I wanna touch you. I wanna be inside you. I wanna f+k you,” he rasped, eyes locked on hers.

“Please, stop teasing me, Romeo!” She cried out, hips grinding desperately.

He stroked her chin tenderly, thumb brushing her lips. “If it gets too much, tell me. I’ll stop, okay?”

“Romeo, I don’t care if I’m crying, screaming, telling you to slow down… Shut me the f+k up and just keep f+king me. Don’t you dare stop till I’m totally wrecked under your c+k.”

“So dirty…” A wicked grin flashed as he slapped her cunt with his open palm—sharp, stinging bliss.

It watered instantly, her arousal flooding, her thighs quivering.

“Just take me… Romeo.”

In one brutal thrust, he slammed his full length into her, piercing dragging deliciously against her walls.

She saw stars, back bowing off the bed as he filled her completely, stretching her to the brink.

“Fuu+uckkk…!! So… damn… good,” Romeo moaned lowly, his hips snapping as rain poured around them.

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