" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE

BOOK 5 > Ch. 32 ~BRUISED~

Note: Everyone's familiar with Taylor Swift's LOVE STORY. But may I request that you listen to the song's male version first, before you read the entire chapter. Thanks!

"Isn't ironic? We ignore those who adore us, adore those who ignore us. Hurt those who love us and love those who hurt us."

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Laura was right. There were two mountain bikes standing side by side, one was blue and the other was pink. Psyche needed to sighed out loud to erase the bitterness clouding her thoughts. These were just couple mountain bikes that has Romeo and Juliet written on the edges of the two-wheeled vehicle. She shouldn't be so emotional seeing an object connected to Diana Elle just because her husband-to-be is still good friends with her. Psyche cleared her head, as she exhaled the jealousy looming over her. Pete's sake, this... is... just a mountain... freaking bike! She should start moving her ass now before Richard Armani comes back again. If he will come back of course, since she thought that the guy already forgot that she exists. Psyche tested the blue mountain bike and it worked. She had been biking since she was three and using Richard Armani's mountain bike was just a piece of cake.

Psyche was paddling her way from the storage room, going around the neatly trimmed bermudagrass and she thought that she was somewhere in New Zealand. Hacienda Ricardo was like a canopy, with mountains and its alp being highlighted around it. It was the most relaxing place on Earth. A painting that executes a thousands words. Along the way, Psyche can see Pine trees and Narra trees that gave a reason why this particular land blew cold wind, even if the sun shines behind the highest mountain ahead. Psyche didn't know where does the hacienda's point A begin and where can point Z be found. The land was vast. It seemed that it was endless. A mortal's keen eye couldn't even see the finish line of the land. Its previous owner, she assumed, didn't much have plans for the place. Maybe Ricardo Arman was not much of a fan for utilizing his place. But Psyche had other things in mind. She thought of hundred of stray dogs and cats running around and that exactly excites her. But would Richard Armani even allow it? She doubt that part. She's just his wife in title. But that doesn't mean she should assume the position. Psyche was already heading for a descending slope, when she spotted the widest and clearest, running river. It was being surrounded with gigantic tall Pine trees, with thick trunks and roots, to which from this point the wind was so much colder and totally relaxing. Psyche beamed like a child who found a playground. The scenery was a picturesque and she could imagine a future bride and groom shooting their prenup pictorial around here. The place was just so... amazing! Psyche stopped somewhere near the river, when she spotted a metal hanging bridge connecting the ground from where she was, up until the soil to the other side. And the other side of the hanging bridge told her that somewhere on the mountain top stood the tallest lighthouse. The lighthouse. Yes, she needed to see the lighthouse before Richard Armani arrives. Psyche breathe in the fresh air, closing her eyes to calm her suddenly energized nerves, reminding her that she lacked the physical exercise that's why. When her racing heart somehow calmed down, she pedaled her way to the hanging bridge and shrieked loudly when it swayed, but she was laughing like crazy that she continued on biking. When she was already at the foot of the mountain, Psyche took her time working on the mountain bike and the almost dangerous turns, rocky slopes and slippery roads that she had to go through. If her hands were not steady enough to carry on the road, it was possible that she'll not survive the ride and see herself tumbling down the hill. But she was able to surpass the rocky road and unforgiving high ground and it was worth it. Really worth it.