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Drops continued to hit the top of my heels... They were already wet by now... and so was half of my torso. It was raining, raining pretty heavily. Was that what I thought? Or was it actually heavier than ever? I didn’t like it... Even though I love this weather, right now it was the last thing I was thinking about. Being soaked in rain wasn’t what bothered me.

Drowned in the gloom, I heard a sound from a vehicle. It was for me. I looked up as the window rolled down, and I saw the person I least wanted to see. At least, right now.

"Aren’t you going to get in?" he said. His voice was calm, as always, yet somehow it was bothering me. Sigh. I walked to the car, click! Click! It was still locked. That’s it.

I loosened my grip. Leaving him there, I started walking the other way. Right under the rain. All drenched.

Author POV: She walked without even thinking, leaving him and the car. The anxiety was clear. He knew he was dead.

Abruptly, Ryle shouted from the car following her. "IT WAS A JOKE, 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘠𝘠𝘠!! You’re drenched! Just get in the car!!!"

The car followed the woman walking ahead, all wet under the rain, not bothered by it anymore. Suddenly, the car stopped, and the man got out with an umbrella. "Please stop. Get in the car."

That’s when they finally looked into each other’s eyes. The silence lasted only a second before she walked to the car and got in. Rhyle rolled his eyes and got in after her. There was a deep silence between them, filled only by the sound of the rain and the car moving.

"The seat is all soaked. Stop the car, then. Sorry."

The ride went on in silence—it was hard enough to drive in the thunderstorm. Suddenly, he got a call. All he said was "𝘩𝘮." By his personality, it was the standard answer; it must have been his secretary. Or maybe our spy? Yeah. They had a spy on us, reporting everything, handling everything that happened in our lives... including how much time we spent together, whether we even spent any at all. They tried so hard to glue us together, 𝘶𝘨𝘩. I hated it. Them. And mostly, 𝘏𝘪𝘮.

I watched him make a weird turn with the car. Yeah, it bugged me, but what could I do? 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘩! After a few moments, the car stopped in front of a tall glass building. He got out, opened the gate, then offered his hand. "Come."

I raised an eyebrow. "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 isn’t my house?"

He didn’t answer; he just shot me a mischievous look. I could see where we were... a hotel? I thought. "𝘞𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?" I asked in a disgusted tone.

"Think whatever you want, ma lady~" he said, walking further without looking back. Must be smirking as always, 𝘢*shole.

A man bowed to him. "𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘔𝘳. 𝘡𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘳."

"𝘏𝘮. We’ve been informed, sir. Just follow us." I looked at both of them, completely lost.

Seriously? A hotel room? I thought.

For now, I had figured out what was happening. Leaving me alone in the room, he left for God knows what. Better for me, huh? I glanced at the gusty weather—it had gotten worse. Then I remembered my drenched clothes... Sigh.

After a long shower, I came out in the hotel robe, as I didn’t have any fresh clothes. I dabbed my hair with a towel, trying to dry it, when suddenly someone entered the room. I was startled. It was 𝘏𝘪𝘮. Not paying attention, I walked to the window, looking outside. I didn’t want to talk.

POV change: He had already noticed her behavior.

"We have to sleep here tonight, ig. The weather’s strong."

I didn’t reply. Sup? Mad at me from before? Or just trying too hard? Just stfu. I answered in an angry, annoyed, but firm tone.

"laughs. Make me?" I rolled my eyes. I knew he would say that bas*ard.

"Be in your limits, 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘦. Just because we’re staying in the same room doesn’t give you authority, especially over me. Uh... Hahaha..." He took a deep breath, then stepped closer.

"Correction. My wife?... And... that gives me all the authority." I just looked into his eyes without saying a word. I had made eye contact before, but this time, it hit differently. I didn’t let him see.

"Fiance. It’s Fiance. I am not your wife." I said calmly. "How does it even matter, hahahaha, like we had a choice? Lol."

He circled me a little to laugh at me, then returned, this time closer. "Listen, my dear wife... You are my wife, hm? And that doesn’t change the fact that you aren’t. So just say or do anything, IDC. You belong to me! Hm? Got it?"

"No. I do not belong to anyone but me. Especially not you, and I would never belong to you. You know what?... Just this."

I didn’t hear anything after that, or maybe I just couldn’t process it. Before I could, he pulled back, winked at me, then walked to the bathroom, smirking. He kissed me. He kissed me right on my lips. 𝘏𝘌 𝘒𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋. 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛. 𝘖𝘕. 𝘔𝘠. 𝘓𝘐𝘗𝘚.!!!!

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