How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 9&10

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2

HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 9&10

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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[𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐬’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦]

Ashton stood by the door, watching as Rias emerged from her bathroom in soft casual clothes that hugged her curves just right, the faint scent of her vanilla lotion drifting toward him.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay over at your villa tonight?” she asked, her voice a sultry murmur as she closed the distance between them.

He slid his hands around her waist, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together.

“Don’t worry, babe. You need to rest. ‘Cause if you follow me home, I won’t let your legs rest all night.” His words brushed her ear, warm and teasing, drawing a soft chuckle from her lips.

“Want to meet up tomorrow?” He murmured, tracing his thumb along her hip.

“Not really, I’m hanging out with Sasha tomorrow,” she replied, her fingers trailing up his chest.

“Sure. I’ll be heading home now.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of promise and reluctance.

He started to pull back, but she grabbed his shirt, drawing him in for more—a deeper kiss, tongues dancing lazily, her hands weaving into his hair.

Finally, they parted, breathless.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” He replied, stealing one last brush of lips against her forehead before stepping out.

She shut the door softly, a radiant smile blooming as she brushed her fingers through her hair, still tingling from his touch.

Humming a quiet tune, she drifted toward her bed and laid down.

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[𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬]

Angelo was downstairs at the garage where his car was parked, waiting for Hinata to be done since she was inside talking with Rafael.

“Angelo,” Reiko called, walking towards him.

Angelo leaned off his car, hands in his pockets.

“Reiko. You’re still here!”

“I’m waiting for my son to come outside; he’s with his girlfriend,” she said.

Angelo nodded.

“I heard you came to my house once to talk to my wife. Reiko, I’m going to ask you for one single favor,” Angelo said.

Reiko swallowed.

“Stay the f+k away from Hinata. She’s been very happy and peaceful all these years without you. Can you not just try to ruin that for her?” he warned.

“Angelo…” Reiko said in a sweet voice, walking closer to him. “I just wanted to sort things out with my big sister. I don’t understand why she was being so mean to me.”

“Can you stop acting like the victim here? You disgust me,” he snapped.

“Really?” She touched his chest. “Am I really? Did you forget back then? Back then when we met at a club and you told me that I was the prettiest you’d ever seen.” Reiko pouted.

“Yeah, that’s before I actually met your sister, and she’s 10x better in and out.”

“That’s why I hate her so much. It should’ve been me and you. She stole you from me, and I hate her for that. And I’m back here because I want… you back, Angelo.”

“Hinata didn’t steal me from you. You were just a random girl who had a crush on me—what? I was just fooling around ’cause I wanted to get between your legs.” He grabbed her jaw tightly.

“But then, I’m glad none of that happened. I would’ve hated myself if I’d had anything to do with you. If I see you anywhere close to Hinata, I will f+king blow your brains out, Reiko.”

“And what about you? What if what I want is you? I obviously don’t care about Hinata,” she purred.

“Well, I’ll also blow your brains out if I see you near my husband,” Hinata’s voice cut in.

They both turned to see her striding toward them.

Angelo harshly let go of Reiko as Hinata reached them.

“Well, I’ll always get what I want no matter what happens. Also, isn’t it funny? How you married Rias to your son? And then he divorced her and now she’s with my son and in love with him. While your little boy is all alone,” Reiko sneered.

“Is that supposed to be a flex or what?” Hinata shot back, eyes flashing.

“Of course it is,” Ashton said, finally stepping out of the house.

“I can see that your son has eyes on my girlfriend, so can you be a good mother and teach him some manners to leave other people’s girlfriends alone?” Ashton added.

Hinata smirked, stepping forward with icy precision.

“If he’s so sure about Rias loving him, why is he so insecure? Is he scared she’ll always run back to Romeo? That aside, I would never want my son with any woman who’s associated herself with the likes of you two. So you can keep her.”

“Angelo, let’s go,” Hinata said, turning away dismissively.

Angelo opened the car door; Hinata slid in. He entered and drove off.

“Those two,” Reiko muttered.

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“Won’t you drop me at my house?” Lin asked, her voice laced with expectation as she lingered by his side in the dimly lit parking lot.

Romeo barely glanced at her, keys already in hand. “Why should I? Am I your bodyguard or something?”

“Romeo,” she whined, stepping closer.

“Go home.” He jerked his chin toward her sleek car, where her bodyguard stood rigidly nearby.

“But I want to spend time with you. Stop treating me like this—you’re so difficult.” She pouted, batting her lashes.

“I said no, Lin. I’m tired,” he replied curtly, turning away.

“Is this because of Rias?” she pressed, eyes narrowing. “Your eyes were on her the entire night. You looked so jealous that she was with Ashton.”

“Lin…” His tone darkened, a warning rumble.

“Why? Jealous that your cousin is now together with your ex-wife?” she taunted, smirking.

Romeo’s patience snapped. In a blur, he grabbed her neck and slammed her back against the car hood, his grip firm but controlled, face inches from hers.

Her bodyguard whipped out his gun, aiming it squarely at Romeo. One icy glare from Romeo, cold as steel—froze the man in place.

The guard hesitated, then lowered his weapon and stepped back.

“Listen, Lin,” Romeo growled low, breath hot against her skin. “I better not hear her name from your fucking mouth again. Do you understand?”

“F+k…” Lin breathed, a twisted thrill in her eyes as she licked her lips slowly. “That’s exactly how I want you to hold me when you f+k me.”

Romeo released her abruptly, disgust flashing across his features. He straightened and stalked toward his car without another word.

“You’ll end up with me, and you know it,” she called after him, voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m the perfect one for you!”

“Arrghhh!!!” Lin screamed in frustration, stomping her feet like a child denied her toy, the sound echoing into the driveway.

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[𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 – 𝐒𝐆 𝐄𝐧𝐭. – 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦]

Sweat glistened under the harsh studio lights as Levi and Sky nailed the choreography for their upcoming music video.

Every sharp move, every synchronized beat echoed through the mirrored room, their breaths heavy but rhythmic.

Ginger perched on the bench, her gaze locked on Sky.

He’d stripped down to a fitted singlet that clung to his toned frame, abs rippling with each flex, sweat tracing rivulets down his skin.

His intense facial expressions, brows furrowed, lips parted—sent heat rushing to her cheeks.

She blushed furiously, phone discreetly angled to snap candid shots, heart racing like she’d been the one dancing.

“Alright, take five!” the choreographer called, clapping his hands.

Ginger snatched a chilled water bottle and bolted toward them, pulse thumping. Levi stretched out his hand expectantly, but she sidestepped, thrusting it toward Sky instead.

“Here, for you,” she said breathlessly, eyes sparkling.

Sky froze mid-stretch, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Levi’s brow furrowed in confusion, hand hovering awkwardly.

Ginger quickly rummaged in her bag and handed him another bottle, her attention snapping right back to Sky as he twisted the cap and took a long, slow swig—throat working, a droplet escaping down his chin.

The choreographer waved Levi over. “Hey, Levi, come here—I need to run something by you.”

Ginger seized the moment, stepping closer to Sky. “Um… Sky?”

“Yeah?” he replied, lowering the bottle, his voice low and curious, wiping sweat from his brow.

“After practice… can we talk?”

“Sure,” he said with a easy smile.

—-

Sky slung his bag over his shoulder, tossing a towel inside as the practice room slowly emptied.

The echoes of music had faded, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft squeak of his sneakers on the floor.

Levi had already headed downstairs, chatting with one of the staff. Ginger had told him she left her phone upstairs.

Now it was just her and Sky.

He zipped his bag and turned around, slightly startled to see her standing so close to the door.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, brows knitted, voice calm.

Ginger’s heart hammered in her chest. She took a step forward. Then another. Before he could react, she rose on her toes and leaned in, aiming for his lips.

Sky jerked back instantly, hands shooting up to her shoulders to put distance between them.

“Yo—what the actual f+k, Ginger?” He snapped, eyes wide, shock etched on his face.

She swallowed hard, embarrassment burning through her, but her desperation pushed her forward.

“Sky, I’m falling for you,” She blurted out, voice trembling. “I like you. I really like you. I want us to be together.”

He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “Ginger, you’re in a relationship. With Levi.”

She shook her head stubbornly.

“I know, but… I don’t feel the same way about him anymore. I’m losing interest, Sky. When I look at him, it’s just… nothing. But when I look at you, my heart races, I can’t think straight. I don’t want to pretend. I want you.”

Sky’s expression hardened, the warmth in his eyes replaced with cold disappointment. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.

“You’re being selfish,” He said flatly. “Levi is out there trying his best, doing everything he can for you, and you’re in here trying to cheat on him with his own friend?”

Ginger flinched, shame flickering across her face, but she didn’t back away.

“This isn’t some drama script, Ginger,” Sky continued, voice low but firm.

“You don’t get to play with people’s feelings because you’re ‘losing interest.’ If you have a problem with your relationship, fix it or end it. Don’t drag other people into your mess.”

Her eyes glossed with tears. “I can’t help how I feel.”

“Then get help,” He shot back sharply. “Go fix your mental issues before you wreck someone who actually cares about you. Levi doesn’t deserve this.”

Silence crashed between them, heavy and suffocating.

Sky exhaled, shaking his head. “I’m not that guy, Ginger. And I’m definitely not doing this behind his back. Moreover, Nancy is my girlfriend, and she’s your friend..!”

He grabbed his bag, walked past her, and paused at the door without looking back. “Sort yourself out. Then be honest with him.”

With that, he stepped out, leaving her alone in the empty practice room.

“F+k.” She groaned.

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[𝐒𝐏𝐀]

Steam rose lazily from the infinity hot tub, scented with jasmine and eucalyptus, as Rias and Sasha lounged on plush recliners, cucumber slices over their eyes during a full-body massage.

The soft trickle of a nearby waterfall mingled with the therapists’ gentle kneading, pure bliss after their pamper session.

Sasha sighed deeply, sinking deeper into her robe.

“God, being a mom is kicking my ass. Hunter and I barely see each other anymore—he’s buried in Yakuza clan duties, especially the foreign deals. Comes home at 3 a.m., if I’m lucky. And Riri? She’s a nightmare. So stubborn, just like her dad. Last night, she threw a tantrum over bedtime. I was this close to losing it.”

Rias peeled back her cucumber slice, smiling sympathetically. “I can’t even imagine you’re a mom already. Me? Not ready. Like, ever.”

Sasha chuckled, then her expression turned sly.

“Speaking of… what’s going on between you and Romeo? I saw you two on the rooftop—full-on kiss, girl. What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re still in love with him.”

Rias waved it off casually. “I’m not in love with Romeo. It was just a kiss.”

Sasha arched a brow, sitting up. “Then why kiss him?”

Rias’s smile sharpened into something darker, eyes glinting.

“It’s my grand plan. He’s chasing me now, just like I chased him back then. He insulted me, called me a w0re for pursuing him while he was with Bianca. Now look—he’s doing the exact same to me while I’m with Ashton. It’s my turn to crush his pride. Completely.”

Sasha’s eyes widened. “Girl, don’t do it. Just reject him outright.”

“No,” Rias said firmly, leaning forward.

“I’m gonna make him fall hard, obsess over me, crave me like air. I’ll tie him down sexually, feed his addiction until he’s begging, emotionally hooked until he shatters.” She said.

“Ruin his ego, make him my toy, then discard him when he’s broken. Watch him realize too late he never had my heart. It’ll be delicious payback.”

Sasha shook her head, concerned. “Be careful, Rias. What if you fall for him too? You could hurt both of you.”

“I won’t fall in love with him,” Rias replied coolly, conviction steel in her voice.

“So you’re gonna f+k him?” Sasha pressed.

“Yes, I would,” Rias said without hesitation, a wicked grin spreading.

“It’s just s+x—that’s the tag on it. I know how much he loves it, craves it. I’m gonna tie him down to me s+xually, physically, emotionally… till I break him completely. It’ll be fun.”

Sasha exhaled slowly, but Rias just reclined back, serene amidst the steam, her revenge plotting like the perfect unwind.

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[𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

The clack of billiard balls echoed through the dimly lit room, polished wood panels and leather chairs giving it a sleek, masculine vibe.

Romeo lined up his shot, cue gliding smoothly before cracking into the cue ball—stripes scattering across the green felt.

Hunter leaned on his cue stick nearby, smirking as he sipped whiskey. “You’re off your game today, man. Too distracted?”

Romeo straightened, chalking his cue with a frustrated huff.

“It’s Rias. I think I’m falling for her—for real this time.” He raked a hand through his hair.

“I’m losing it, Hunter. Can’t believe how mad I got seeing her with Ashton. Pisses me off just thinking about it. Like, possessive mad. What the hell is happening to me?”

Hunter chuckled, sinking an easy eight-ball. “Big bad Romeo, whipped again? Finally.” He circled the table teasingly.

“What if she doesn’t love you back? What if she’s just using you—stringing you along for fun?”

Romeo shot him a glare but shook his head firmly.

“Rias won’t do that. I don’t expect her to fall for me easily again, we’ve got a bad history—but I’ll win her over. I’ll do everything. Spoil her rotten, plan surprise trips to her favorite places, cook for her even if I suck at it. Whatever it takes to make her happy. To love her right this time.”

Hunter burst out laughing, clapping him on the back. “Look at you—heart eyes and all. Planning domestic bliss? You’re done for, bro. Next you’ll be writing poetry.”

“Shut up,” Romeo grumbled, but a goofy grin cracked through as he lined up another shot, mind clearly miles away—lost in thoughts of her smile.

Hunter just shook his head, grinning wider.

“So, are you going to Bianca’s grace tomorrow?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, in the morning.” Romeo said.

“Okay, I’ll head later in the evening. I’ve got things to do in the morning.”Hunter said.

” Sure.”Romeo nodded

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It was already 7pm. Levi pulled on his hoodie and mask, slipping into the shadows of the estate streets to avoid prying eyes.

He was heading back when a sleek car crept up behind him, headlights cutting through the dusk like a predator’s gaze.

Paranoia prickled his skin—maybe a fan, maybe a stalker. He wasn’t in the mood. Heart pounding, he picked up his pace, weaving through the quiet lanes to shake it.

But the car accelerated, matching every turn, closing the distance with relentless hunger.

F+k it.

Levi stopped dead, chest heaving, and waited as the car rolled to a halt right in front of him. The engine purred to silence. The driver’s door swung open.

Levi yanked off his mask. “You?”

Martin stepped out, a wicked chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Were you scared?”

“Don’t pull that shit again. And why the hell are you tailing me? I told you not to bother me, you freak.” Levi scoffed, turning to walk away.

A strong hand clamped his elbow, spinning him back with effortless power. Levi’s spine hit the fenced wall, Martin’s body pinning him there—heat radiating off him like a fever, their faces inches apart, breaths mingling in the cooling night air.

“What the heck is your problem?!” Levi growled, pulse thundering.

Martin didn’t answer.

His gaze dropped, fixated on Levi’s lips—full, parted, begging to be claimed. So close Levi could feel the warmth of Martin’s exhale brushing his mouth, taste the promise of it.

“You do know this is harassment…!”

“I’m going to kiss you if you keep talking.” Martin’s voice was low, a threat laced with raw desire, eyes darkening as they flicked back up.

Levi froze, lips pressing shut, every nerve igniting under that stare.

“That’s what I thought.” Martin leaned in a fraction closer, lips ghosting the shell of Levi’s ear.

“Just wanna hang out with you. And I’m not sorry for kissing you last time. If anything, I loved it—especially that shocked little flush on your face, the way you melted into me.”

“What exactly do you want from me?” Levi whispered, voice cracking despite himself.

“I already told you.” Martin’s thumb traced Levi’s jaw, slow and possessive, tilting his chin up. “I want you.”

“No. Look, dude, I ain’t turning gay just to satisfy you. Besides, I have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t care about your girlfriend.” Martin’s free hand slid to Levi’s waist, fingers digging in just enough to spark fire through his veins.

“I’m hungry. Let’s eat out.” Martin murmured, dragging him toward the car with a grip that brooked no argument—firm, insistent, sending shivers racing up Levi’s spine.

“I didn’t agree to go anywhere with you,” Levi protested, even as his body betrayed him, leaning into the touch.

“I don’t need your permission.” Martin’s eyes burned with heat, promising more than dinner.

He yanked open the passenger door. “Get in.”

Levi scoffed, but his resistance crumbled under that gaze—he slid in. Martin entered the driver’s side and shut the door.

“So, what would you like to eat?” Martin asked, voice husky, starting the engine with a low growl that vibrated through them both.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’re still going to eat with me.” Martin’s hand lingered on the gearshift.

He peeled off into the night, Levi sighing tiredly, as he looked out the window.

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[𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 – 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈]

Nancy was furious when she heard the news. Her face turned red, and she felt her head pounding hard from the anger.

Tiago, Danzo, and Martin stood in front of her in the room. They looked nervous and did not know what to say.

“What do you mean the cargo to Spain got hijacked?” Nancy yelled at them. “You idiots! Danzo, Tiago—you were supposed to oversee the whole operation! How did this happen?”

Tiago spoke first. “Our men on the ship were killed. The loaders at the dock were all spies. They took the cargo.”

Danzo added, “It was quick. They attacked and left with everything even before we arrived.”

Nancy yelled louder at Danzo and Tiago. “That cargo was worth billions of yen! Billions! We lost it all because you two could not handle your jobs. I picked those men myself and I trusted you to watch them!”

Martin said, “We’re really sorry.”

Nancy kept yelling. “Billions gone! Do you know what this means? We are in big trouble now!”

Then she sat down in her chair. She put her hands on her head and started thinking hard.

“My head is going crazy right now. I do not want Romeo finding out about this. It’s in times like this we need someone smart like Bianca. Too bad I never met her.”

She looked at Tiago. “What would Bianca do?”

Tiago shook his head. “I do not know. Bianca was the smart one. No one could match her IQ for solving mysteries.”

Nancy stood up again. “I will catch that spy myself. No one messes with us like this.”

Then she said, “We are going to the seaport. Martin, Danzo, Tiago, follow me.”

“Shouldn’t we tell boss Romeo? Or Boss Hunter? They might —”

Nancy glared at Tiago.

“Sorry.” He apologized.

She walked out and they all went with her.

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[𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

Rias paced her room back and forth, her slippers clicking sharply on the floor.

Yesterday at the spa, in the middle of chatting with Sasha, Sasha had let slip that Romeo always visits Bianca’s grave every February 3rd—her death anniversary.

He goes every year just to drop flowers there. Even her grandpa and Hunter shows up sometimes.

So that’s where Rafael had gone this morning when he left without a word.

Rias scoffed, her lip curling in disgust. Honestly, Bianca is already dead and she should stay buried.

Now that she was back in the picture, everything tied to Bianca in Romeo’s life had to end.

“Can’t believe he claims to love me, and he’s still running off to see her? F+k that paying respect or not, that bitch doesn’t deserve his time.” She muttered, spitting the words like poison.

The thought of Romeo kneeling at Bianca’s grave, leaving flowers for that overrated memory, made her stomach turn.

Bianca was nothing but a corpse taking up space in his head, and Rias hated that fact.

If he truly loved her, why hasn’t he moved on like he claimed.

She grabbed her phone and dialed Romeo’s number. He picked up right after the first ring.

“Rias.”

“Romeo, where are you?”

“I’m on my way somewhere. I’ll be done soon. Wanna meet up? You miss me already?” He asked.

“Yes, I might miss you a bit. I want to see you.” She said.

“Sure, I’ll meet you in an hour.”

“No. I want to see you now.”

“But Rias, I’m quite busy right now. Just give me an hour.”

His voice had that careful tone—like he was driving to the cemetery, dodging the truth. Perfect. Time to yank him back.

“I said… I want to see you now. Wherever you are right now, head back to your fortress. I’ll meet you there.”

Romeo went silent.

“Understood?”

He stayed quiet for a moment longer.

“Sure, understood.”

Rias hung up immediately, a sly grin spreading across her face. She tossed the phone on the bed and laughed softly to herself.

“And he actually did what I said. What a whipped asshole…!! He really ditched seeing her for me without a fight.”

She sauntered to her closet, fingers trailing over the designer dresses. Her mind raced with plans—how to erase every last trace of Bianca tonight, make Romeo forget that name forever.

“Now, what should I wear to go see him?” She chuckled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

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