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Book 2. Chapter 14
StorytellerWhat do you think what will Rican do? Will he choose Sia or Alessa?
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...||...||.Rican came out of Sia's room and went to his own, but his eyes widened as he saw Alessa lying in his bed. His jaw clenched in a mix of surprise and frustration. He hadn't expected to find her there, in fact, he didn't want her here. Sia was in his home—what if she woke up and found Alessa in his room? She would misunderstand the whole situation."Alessa, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm but failing to hide his irritation.Alessa sat up, startled by the harshness in his tone.Ignoring his tone, Alessa replied nonchalantly, "Nothing, just preparing the bed for us.""Preparing what?" Rican almost yelled at her, his frustration mounting. Seeing Alessa so indifferent and standing against him was giving him a headache. "What the fuck are you up to right now, Alessa?"Alessa stood her ground, her eyes defiant. "I'm preparing our bed, Rican. We are married, remember?"Rican felt his patience slipping away. "Alessa, this is not the time for
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 16
...||...||...“Good morning,” Sia beamed as she descended the stairs, one hand resting gingerly near her scar as she carefully navigated each step. Seeing her enter the room, Rican immediately rose from his seat, concern etched across his face.“Why did you come down here? I was going to bring your breakfast up to you. You shouldn’t stress yourself, Sia,” he said, extending his hand to help her.Sia smiled warmly, accepting his hand. “I couldn’t stay in bed all day. I needed some fresh air.”Rican guided her to the table, his touch gentle and protective. “You need to take it easy. The doctor said you should rest as much as possible. Let me take care of you.”Sia settled into a chair, her smile never wavering. “You already do so much for me, Rican. I just didn’t want to feel like a burden.”“You’re never a burden,” he replied softly, squeezing her hand before releasing it. He moved to the kitchen, quickly preparing a tray of breakfast items and bringing it over to her. “Here, ea
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 17
...||...||.The evening had fallen, and the house was cloaked in a somber silence. The whole day had passed, and Alessa had not left her room. Rican sat at the dining table, his mind heavy with the events of the day. Martha served him food, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a solemn expression. Sia sat beside him, her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to leave him for a single second. She had been by his side the entire day.Rican absently pushed his food around on his plate, his appetite lost. The tension in the house was palpable, and he couldn't shake the image of Alessa's tear-streaked face from his mind.His eyes traveled to the seat where Alessa always sat at the table. They might not have shared much time together, but after living with her for months, he had grown accustomed to her presence without even realizing it. The empty chair seemed to bother him more than it should."She hasn't eaten anything since morning. I even went to her room and knocked on her door, bu
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 18
...||...||....Their arms were wrapped around each other as he biting her ear while his entire length sliding inside her hole whereas she moan in pleasure.‘I love you Sia, I only love you.” - He whispered, his words a mix of passion and desperation.He said those words to her while continuing ramming inside if her, she was moaning mess as she smiled looking at him,“And that girl, Alessa?”- She asked, her voice breathy.As Rican scrunched his face and “Please don’t ruin my mood, she is just a baggage nothing else soon she will be replaced and you’ll be my queen, my dear Sia.”::As her eyes snapped open, her breathing heavy, beads of sweat dotted her face. Alessa looked around frantically, but found herself alone in her bed. Realizing it was just a dream, she wondered, was it only a dream?It felt too real, and she feared it might soon become her reality. She wiped her tears and sweat with the back of her hand, then hid her face in her palms as the tears began to fall. At th
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 19
...||...||.The idea of spending time together turned into a huge disaster. Rican's attention was divided between the one in front of him, Sia, and the one sitting a few seats away, Alessa. He couldn't stop glancing past Sia, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Alessa and the stranger she was with. Sia, meanwhile, grew visibly upset as she noticed Rican's discomfort and tense demeanor. His distracted attitude stung, making her feel ignored and unimportant.As Sia's frustration mounted, she turned around to see what was capturing Rican's attention. The moment she spotted Alessa sitting with her friends, her doubts vanished. The pieces clicked together, and she realized why Rican seemed so unsettled. It wasn't work or any external stress—it was Alessa.But on the other side, something inside him twisted painfully when Alessa looked at him and then turned away, pretending she hadn't seen him. It stung—stung badly. Rican couldn't understand why her indifference affected him so m
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 20
...||...||....Alessa was stunned for a moment by his sudden movement, her mind going blank. She stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. Rican's kiss had taken her completely by surprise, and the intensity of his emotions left her reeling.When she finally pulled her senses back, Alessa tried to push him away by pressing against his chest. However, Rican grabbed her hand and gently twisted it behind her back, deepening the kiss and rendering her defiant action in vain.Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body responded to his touch with an intensity that she couldn't control. The kiss was filled with a mix of anger, longing, and desperation, leaving her breathless and confused.Frowning, she wanted to bite his lips, but before she could, Rican pinched her waist, making her gasp. Taking advantage of her open mouth, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring thoroughly, leaving her breathless and dizzy.The intensity of his actions made her heart r
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 21
...||...||....The sound of shoes echoed in the room, commanding the attention of every employee. As he walked with confidence, the atmosphere in the office shifted noticeably, becoming tense. He rarely visited the office, but when he did, everyone showed the utmost respect."Is Rican in the office?" he asked his secretary, Mona, his voice firm.She nodded timidly, "Yes, sir."He gave a curt nod and headed directly towards his personal office, his presence creating a palpable sense of anticipation and unease among the staff.The door of his cabin swung open forcefully as he entered. Rican raised his head, closing his eyes in frustration. He hadn't expected him to show up unannounced."Why this sudden appearance, Mr. Stefano Rossi?" Rican's voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance. The formal address highlighted the strain in their relationship.Stefano's eyes narrowed. "Is that any way to greet your father?"Rican scoffed. "What brings you here? "- As he directly went to bus
My husband hates me Book 2. Chapter 22
...||...||....Martha stood outside the door, pressing her hands over her ears, her heart pounding with fear. The crashing sounds from inside the room made everyone in the house freeze in place. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the echoes of Rican's rage reverberated through the hallways. The maids exchanged worried glances, each too terrified to move or speak.Inside, Rican was a hurricane of fury. He grabbed a hockey stick, swinging it with all his strength at the nearest glass cabinet. The glass exploded into a shower of shards, scattering across the floor like deadly confetti. His chest heaved with every breath, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. He was lost in his own world, consumed by emotions he could no longer control.Martha's mind flashed back to the first time she had seen him like this. He had been just a boy, standing in the middle of his room, flames licking at the curtains and furniture. His eyes had been wild, unseeing, as he screamed at gho
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