Rhea Ripley x Toni Storm

Rhea Ripley stepped down onto the deep red rose petal beneath her stiletto heel, reaching the end of the trail and arriving at her bedroom door. She shouldn’t be doing this. She couldn’t be doing this. Not after what this girl had done to her. All the bullshit she had put her through. Yet, against her better judgement, The Nightmare inhaled, exhaled, then opened the door. “There you are.” The face of the egotistical blonde sitting on Rhea’s bed lit up even brighter than the candles surrounding her. “I thought you’d left me alone in your house. Mm, probably wouldn’t have been smart, would it?” “What the hell do you want?” Rhea snarled back. “The rose petals? The candles? What is all this?” “Hmm, what do I want?” Ripley’s rival stroked her chin, pretending to ponder Rhea’s question. “I’m sitting on top of your bed in my good lingerie—which you bought me, by the way—surrounded by lit candles and the…

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