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HATE ME HARDER (a dark revenge romance)

HATE ME HARDER (a dark revenge romance)

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-06
By:  Chi chiOngoing
Language: English
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Action

Dark Romance

First-Person POV

Ruthless

Secret Love

Raven Noir, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood’s elite nightclub empire as a masked dancer her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice, expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.

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Chapter 1

An assassin's mark

Frederick Morrison and I had been married for five years without any children.

Today was the celebration party for Morrison Group's successful bid on the East District project. It was also the ninth day since Frederick and I had agreed to start trying for a baby.

However, when Frederick's innocent secretary, Emma Wells, knocked over the champagne tower, spilling wine all over our business partner, he immediately stepped in to shield her.

Then, he turned to me dismissively. "Cecilia, apologize to Mr. Carter."

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. The business partner, Luke Carter, frowned and pointed angrily at Emma. "Mr. Morrison, it was that young lady who made the mistake. I only want her apology."

Emma's eyes welled up as she tugged at Frederick's sleeve, looking like she'd been terribly wronged. Frederick gently patted her hand, then turned to me with complete indifference.

"What are you standing there for? Drink with Mr. Carter right now. If one glass isn't enough, make it two. Just make sure he's satisfied."

It seemed he had forgotten we were trying to conceive, or maybe he simply didn't care. The people around us began whispering, their eyes filled with pity for me. Everyone knew this wasn't my fault, but they could see that Frederick was determined to protect Emma.

I wanted to refuse, but Frederick seemed to expect this and silently mouthed to me. "Reconciliation voucher."

Years ago, when he wanted to marry me, he had proposed 99 times. I had rejected him that many times.

I thought he would give up, but on the 100th time, Frederick gathered all my family and friends and swore publicly, "Cecilia, you're the only woman for me. Even if you don't say yes now, I'll keep proposing until you agree to marry me."

I was moved by his persistent love and finally said yes. On our wedding night, I had 99 reconciliation vouchers specially made to repay his devotion. We agreed that as long as these vouchers weren't used up, we would never separate.

For the first three years, Frederick treasured them and never used a single one. However, after Emma appeared, he had used 96 vouchers in just two short years.

Now, this was the 97th.

My fingers gripping the wine glass paled slightly as I forced a smile and walked over to our business partner. "Mr. Carter, let me apologize with a drink."

Luke sighed and told me a sip would be enough. However, I still smiled and drank the entire glass of red wine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frederick gently touching Emma's nose, his voice gentle. "Silly, don't run so fast next time. What if you get hurt?"
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who is Oscar? and why is he in her life
2026-01-30 22:47:52
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An assassin's mark
CHAPTER 1 RAVEN'S POV:The silencer coughs once, a soft, almost child-like, like a suppressed sneeze in a quiet library, and the mark drops like a sack of wet cement, his body folding in on itself with an undignified thud. His cheek smacks against the cold marble floor of his penthouse kitchen, the impact echoing slightly in the vast, open space, and blood starts pooling immediately, dark and viscous, spreading out in lazy, irregular fingers under the harsh, unforgiving glow of the pendant lights hanging like judgmental chandeliers above the island counter. The river view through the floor to ceiling glass windows mocks the entire scene, Manhattan's skyline glittering indifferently in the distance, a million twinkling lights that seem to say, "Another life snuffed out in this city? Who gives a damn?" I step over him without a second glance, my boot narrowly avoiding the edge of the stain as it creeps toward the grout lines. It is done, lingering on the dead is a luxury I can't aff
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The auction
CHAPTER 2:RAVEN'S POV:The mirror in my Brooklyn apartment bathroom is cracked in the top left corner, been that way since I moved in three years ago, I never bothered fixing it because it matches the rest of me. I stare at my reflection under the harsh bulb light, face half shadowed already, and feel the emptiness settle like an old habit. Tonight's not about beauty only, it's about bait. About becoming the kind of woman Damien Blackwood can't resist bidding on.I start with the foundation, heavy, matte, the kind that turns my skin into porcelain armor. Concealer over the faint scar on my left cheekbone from a knife fight two years back, barely noticeable, but I don't take chances. Then the eyes, smoky black liner winged sharp enough to cut, lashes extended with falsies that make them look predatory. Contacts, deep hazel tonight, not my natural gray. They change the whole face, make me someone else. Someone he won't recognize until it's too late.The wig came next, long, gloss
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Fractures
CHAPTER 3RAVEN'S POV His fingers hover at the edge of the lace, so close I can feel the heat from his skin brushing mine like a threat. The room is a cocoon of dim red light filtering through heavy velvet curtains, the bass from the club below thrumming up through the floor like a distant heartbeat. Private suite 12 smells of leather and bourbon, his bourbon, the kind that's aged in barrels worth more than my rent. The window behind him overlooks the writhing bodies on the dance floor, but up here, it's just us, predator and prey, though he's got it all wrong about who's who."Not yet," I repeat, my voice a low purr laced with steel. I tilt my head just enough to let the wig's waves shift, obscuring more of my face. My hand moves, slow, deliberate, brushing his away like I'm indulging him, like this is still a game he paid for. But under the skirt, my fingers itch toward the sheath on my thigh. One quick draw, and I could have the blade at his carotid before he blinks those d
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Collateral
CHAPTER 4DAMIEN’S POV:The office feels smaller tonight, the air thicker, charged with the kind of humidity that clings to skin even before anyone touches. Seventy second floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass framing Manhattan like a living painting cold blues and golds bleeding into black. I keep the lights at thirty percent. Just enough glow to catch sweat, to trace the curve of a hip, to make shadows do half the work. Shadows are honest. They don’t lie about hunger.Clarissa arrived at 9:47 p.m. sharp. She always does when she’s feeling neglected. Platinum hair already loose, blouse unbuttoned to the third pearl, skirt riding high enough that I could see the black lace thong when she crossed the room. She didn’t speak, just walked straight to the desk, planted both palms on the glass, bent at the waist, and looked back at me over her shoulder with that practiced pout she thinks is seductive.I didn’t smile, stepped behind her without a preamble.My left hand gathered her hair into a
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First night at velvet reservoir
CHAPTER 5:RAVEN’S POV:The black SUV arrives at 9:45 p.m. on the dot, headlights off, engine a low, predatory rumble in the quiet Brooklyn street. I emerge from the alley shadow, hood pulled low until the last moment, then open the rear door and slide inside. The leather seat is cool against my bare thighs. The driver, clean shaved head, thick neck, glances once in the rearview, gives a single curt nod, and pulls away. No words, no pleasantries, just the faint scent of a new car and the city lights streaking past tinted glass like bleeding neon.Tonight marks my first official night working for Damien Blackwood.I adjust the lace mask in the dim cabin glow. Black filigree clings from nose bridge to hairline, leaving only my mouth and chin exposed enough to tease, not enough to betray. The wig is long, glossy raven waves that spill past my shoulders in deliberate disarray. Hazel contacts mute the gray eyes that could undo everything. Corset laced bone-tight, ribs compressed, b
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The debt
CHAPTER 6: RAVEN'S POV The SUV dropped me three blocks away from my apartment at the early hours of the morning. I walked the rest, hood pulled low, heels swapped for sneakers in the back seat. The duffel over my shoulder felt heavier tonight, cash bundles from three private rooms, the mask and wig stuffed deep, the faint scent of cigar smoke and client cologne still clinging to my skin. My jaw ached from the last booking, thighs burning from kneeling on hardwood, but the real pain was deeper, seeing damien from a very close range and not gutting him out burned on me like a brand I couldn’t scrub off.I turned the corner onto my block and froze.Exotic cars lined the curb. Not the usual rusted sedans or delivery vans. Fleets of them, matte-black G-Wagons, gleaming Lamborghinis, a Bentley with windows so dark they swallowed light. Seven in total, parked like a silent army. No plates visible. Engines off, but the air felt alive with threat. This street didn’t see cars like thi
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Shadows of ambition
Chapter 7: CLARISSA’S POVThe mirrored elevator doors of the Tower reflected a woman who looked like she’d been dragged through hell and back. Platinum hair limp and tangled from fingers that weren’t Damien’s, lips swollen and lipstick faded to a bruised pink. The cash in my clutch, ten grand after the house cut from three private rooms, wasn’t enough to wash away the bitter taste of defeat. I straightened my pencil skirt, smoothed the silk blouse that clung to my sweat-damp skin, and stepped out onto the top floor like a woman on a mission.Junior VP of acquisitions. That’s what the brass nameplate on the office door said. But titles doesn't really matter to me now, not when i have a more pressing issue at hand.That masked bitch had slithered into Velvet reservoir and turned the club into her personal kingdom. Men who used to book me exclusively now waited in line for her. Triple bids. Quadruple. And Damien, my Damien watched that bitch perform, something he has not done for m
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Darkar
CHAPTER 8: RAVEN’S POVThe car rolled to a stop at exactly 11:58 p.m. outside a hulking, windowless structure on the far edge of Red Hook, Brooklyn, former meatpacking plant turned fortress. No signs, Just razor wire curling over chain-link, floodlights sweeping the perimeter like searchlights in a prison yard, and four armed bouncers at the gate who looked like they ate nails for breakfast. The driver didn’t speak. Just nodded once toward the entrance.I stepped out, no weapons, that would be a very deadly idea. Just black jeans, long-sleeve thermal, boots, hair in a tight knot. My heart was a war drum in my chest, but I kept my face blank. I’d kissed Lila goodnight three hours ago. Told her I had a late meeting. Maya the only friend that i have had from horrible days at darkar, stayed over, eyes sharp with worry. “If you’re not back by dawn,” she’d said, “I’m coming for you.” I nodded once, didn’t argue.The bouncers didn’t ask for ID. One of them, very huge, neck like a tre
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Blood and sweats
Chapter 9: RAVEN’S POVThe contract landed in my encrypted inbox at 2:17 a.m.three days after I walked out of Darkar with Oscar’s grin still crawling under my skin and his last words ringing like a death knell: “I kept a surprise for you.”Target: a woman.Age: 68.Location: private residence, Southampton, Hamptons.Payment: $750,000 on confirmation.Notes: advanced dementia, make it clean, no witnesses, no trace.A photo of a woman was sent, a basic floor plan, security rotation, and a single line: “She’s kept on the second floor, east wing, white room.”I didn’t hesitate. Another message popped up my phone, another photo Oscar sent me, i opened it and it was an image of Lila asleep in her bed, taken from outside her window. A reminder, one wrong move and my daughter becomes payment.The house was a fortress pretending to be a beachside estate. White stone, manicured lawns rolling down to the Atlantic, windows that caught moonlight like knives. Perimeter cameras every twenty feet
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The escape
Chapter 10:OSCAR'S POV:The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club houseShe sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean.Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl.She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with.My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me.The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him out of the wreckage, unconscious, and now
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