Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

On a rainy night, Dario arrives at the door.

“Nico, what the hell have you done with Micaela?”

Dario tugged Nico’s collar and asked.

Nico laughed in a cold and unfriendly way, “Micaela is my wife, what do you care what I do to her? Even if I raped her, it’s none of your business!”.

Boom!

Dario slammed his fist into Nico’s face, “Nico, I used to think you were a man even if you were loose, but now I realize you’re not a man at all!”

Dario grabbed Nico by the collar and punched him in the face again, Nico’s face turned away and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

He licked the beds of his teeth, cold and chilling all around him, the fists next to his legs slowly clenched, building up a burst of power.

Nico threw a hook and punched Dario in the face, “Who are you to lecture me, do you think it’s a fucking pleasure to sleep with my Nico’s wife? Dario, I didn’t come looking for you, but you came looking for me! Well, since you’ve come to me, I’ll kill you today! I’ve wanted to do it for a long time!”

Nico is an experienced fighter and Dario is no match for Nico, even if he has some self-defense skills, not to mention that Nico is on the verge of a sanity breakdown right now.

Or, perhaps, he has collapsed.

Dario was hit and fell to the ground with a mouth and face full of blood.

Nico seems to have run out of patience and is eager to end Dario’s life.

Maybe by ending Dario, he and Micaela, even if it’s not good enough, can stay entangled for the rest of their lives, even if it means going to hell, he doesn’t want to let go.

Nico, all solemn, heads to the safe to grab his gun.

Silver pistol with a sharp, shiny finish.

Nico pointed his gun at Dario, his face cold and cruel, like the Grim Reaper, with the smell of death around him, “Now, I’ll show you what happens when you can’t control your lower half/body.”

Nico had a gun, pointed at his head.

Dario didn’t dodge, there was no fear in his eyes, his gaze straightened to meet Nico’s chilling stare and said, “Killing me is fine, but Micaela is innocent, we were both set up, Nico, you can’t hurt Micaela. ”

“Bang!”

The gun, at the muzzle, fires a shot into Dario’s shoulder.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Micaela is my Nico’s wife, and no matter how much I hurt her, even if she dies, she can only die in my Nico’s spouse’s column! Who are you to have a say in what goes on between Micaela and me?”

Inside the villa, Micaela heard a gunshot, and her unholy, sleepy gaze shuddered sharply.

Micaela looked out the window, realized what was happening and immediately ran downstairs.

Outside the courtyard, Dario was already lying covered in blood and dust under the rain, which beat his pale face like a man on the verge of death.

And the bloody flower on his shoulder was Nico’s handiwork.

Micaela ran in the pouring rain and stopped Nico at the muzzle of his gun, held Nico’s gun with both hands and said, “Let him go, Nico. ”

The rain was falling all over Nico’s body, the rain of the winter night, cold as a knife, Nico was surrounded by a severe murderous intent that no one could stop.

“Micaela, stand back and don’t make me say it twice.”

How was Micaela going to let go, Nico had gone mad and if she let go, she would have killed Dario.

But Dario is also a victim in this case.

Micaela can’t allow Nico to commit his sins, let alone kill innocent people.

“If you’re going to kill him, shoot him, Nico, I’m not getting out of the way, not because I care about Dario. even if you kill Dario, you’re not going to calm the anger, so why don’t you kill me anyway, I don’t want to live.”

Micaela fell to her knees and looked up at him, holding her gun in both hands, her hot tears slipping and mingling with the cold rain as she looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, not a hint of life expectancy in them as she screamed, “Nico, if my death calms your anger, then I’m willing to die in the muzzle of your gun. ”

Heh, for Dario, he’s not even afraid to die.

Nico raised the gun and pointed it at his forehead.

For a moment, wishing the bullet would go through his body.

Nico had never admitted cowardice in his character, but this second, he pulled the trigger, but moved his arm and the bullet, shot out towards the acacia tree behind them.

The whole acacia shook violently.

Micaela looks through the foggy curtain of winter night rain at the acacia and smiles wanly.

Nico disappears in the rain in a blue Porsche.

Micaela knelt in the winter night rain, crying her eyes out.

Dario got up with difficulty, hugged her and said, “Micaela, come with me, Nico he is not worth it, keep it up and you will be tortured to death by him.”

Micaela clenched her hands into fists and collapsed, beating her back and crying hysterically, “Why did we sleep together, why, Dario, why did you come back to me? If you hadn’t come back to me, we wouldn’t have been counted.”

“Do you know I was so close, so close to being with him for the rest of my life! So close … now there’s me, as I must face it, I’m no longer qualified to love him. I’m no longer qualified… It’s all my fault, I’m guilty.”

“I just want to be his wife, why is it so difficult…. why! I’m in so much pain … I really am, I hate myself so much right now, I can’t wait to peel this skin off, I’ll do anything if he can forgive me…”

But what could she do to ask his forgiveness.

This disgusting body? He didn’t deserve it.

Dario hugged her tightly, “Micaela, it’s not your fault this happened, we were set up, it’s Nico who doesn’t deserve your love, I’ll take you away, leave Nico and you won’t suffer so much.”

Micaela pushed him away and burst into sobs in the pouring rain, “You don’t know…. you all don’t know … how much I love him …. There is no way I can stand by his side with integrity and pride and love him … ever again.”

We love each other so much that we don’t want to leave even if we torture ourselves like this for the rest of our lives.

She drew a prison, willing to be imprisoned by these chains.

It turns out that love can humble itself to the dust of dirt.

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Micaela was drenched by the rain and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting.

Silent waiting, stubborn waiting, desperate waiting.

Micaela stood from nightfall until six in the morning.

Nico did not return.

His legs, completely stiff, were difficult even to lift and move.

After a sleepless night and a high fever from the rain, Micaela fainted and collapsed on the carpet.

I don’t know how long it was, but in the haze, a pair of strong arms lifted her up and carried her across the room to the stairs.

She faintly heard a familiar, pleasant male voice calling her Micaela.

She was dreaming, how could Nico still call her Micaela as intimately as before when he hated her so much.

But it is a dream from which Micaela does not want to wake up.

In the dream, Nico treats her like the old days, he reaches up and gently caresses her face, pushes her hair behind her ears, even bends down and kisses her forehead.

It was a kissing action that only comes with cuddling.

Micaela was crying, sad and upset in her sleep.

Nico sat on the bed and saw the tears in the corners of her eyes and couldn’t help but reach out and wipe them away, she was as fragile as glass and for a second, Nico’s cold hard heart couldn’t leave her alone.

She was running a high fever and her forehead was very hot.

Nico got up, ready to go to the fridge to get an ice pack, but he was about to get up and leave when Micaela’s hand grabbed his.

Micaela was half asleep, unable to distinguish between reality and sleep, and on instinct she begged him, “Nico, don’t go.”

Nico’s back stiffened and he looked at her again, frozen, and she was crying, crying and begging him not to leave.

Nico then literally doesn’t leave and sits by the bed, silently watching.

Letting Micaela hold his hand.

Nico wondered if it would have been different, between them, now, if he had promised to take her on his business trip to Europe.

Tired, Nico looked at Micaela and asked in a muffled voice, “Micaela, tell me what the hell I have to do to get you and me off the hook.”

I don’t know whether to ask Micaela, or himself.

But Nico can no longer get away from his own demons, he wants to destroy Micaela and himself.

Till death do us part is Nico’s answer.

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