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Chapter 15: The Invitation
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Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 40: Switzerland
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POVThe sunlight slipped through the edges of the hotel curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the carpet and the side of the bed. I sat on the armchair, legs pulled to my chest, wearing the same clothes from last night and feeling like my skin didn't belong to me. My eyes burned, not from tears, but from the kind of exhaustion that sits in the bones after something inside you has shattered. I didn't know what time it was, but the quiet hum of the city waking up made it clear that morning had arrived whether I wanted it to or not. Everything about this day felt too bright for the kind of heaviness I was carrying.Elijah was asleep on the floor, his back turned to me, a pillow wedged under his head and the spare blanket bunched around his legs. He hadn't said much after I told him I was still leaving. No
Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 39: I'm Sorry
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEW"Sorry."The word slipped from Elijah's mouth like smoke, soft and low, but it burned straight through me. I didn't know how one syllable could unravel me like that, but it did. It caught me off guard, pierced a place I didn't even know was still vulnerable. And in that moment, everything in me started to fall apart.It wasn't just an apology. It was a wound reopening after years of pretending it had healed. It was the crack in a dam I'd reinforced with silence. And now, nothing could stop the flood.I froze where I stood, staring at the night sky beyond the balcony. I didn't trust myself to look at him, not yet. If I did, I might drown in whatever was written on his face. And I wasn't
Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 38: We're Going Home
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWThe television played on low volume, casting cold blue light across the suite walls. I sat still on the edge of the bed, the tips of my fingers curled around the hem of my shorts. I wasn't blinking as much as I should. My eyes had locked onto the image of a burning van displayed on screen. Thick smoke spilled into the air as emergency lights flickered through it, and charred wreckage littered the ground. That was the lie we had created, fed to the public like a headline meant to die within the week.The anchor's voice was calm and practiced, the way all anchors are when death is routine for them. "Four alleged criminals found dead after a fiery explosion in Cabuyao, Laguna," he said. "Though the bodies were burned beyond recognition, authorities suggest the individuals were related to the
Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 37: The Hunt Is Over
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWThe darkness in the storm tunnel pressed down like a second skin, damp and unrelenting. The narrow shaft beneath the garage stank of rust, stagnant water, and mildew, but it was our only path to freedom. Each step we took echoed too loudly in the confined space, boots sloshing through ankle-deep filth that clung to our legs like a curse. I kept one hand on the wall for balance, the other gripping my weapon tightly as my eyes strained to adjust to the faint glow of the flashlight Vera held ahead of us. It wasn't the first time I had crawled through places like this, but something about tonight felt final, like every breath we took down here might be our last before rebirth or ruin.Behind me, Cameron cursed softly as he stumbled over a loose pipe. His limp had worsened since the firefight, and though he tried to hide it, I could hear his breaths coming heavier, more uneven. He was stubborn, but even steel had a melting point. Vera pressed forward ahead of
Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 36: Amidst The War
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe moment the second squad burst from the armored truck, I knew this wasn't a tactical hit anymore. This was execution. They weren't here to warn or threaten. They came to wipe us out. Their formations were tight, fast, and aggressive, like wolves released after days of starvation.I dove behind the base of a steel beam, bullets rattling off the column inches from my head. Cameron rolled beside me, wincing as fresh blood trailed from a wound on his thigh. His eyes met mine, grim and focused. We didn't need to speak. The plan was survival, and survival only.Vera's voice crackled in my earpiece, strained but composed. "I'm stuck near the east flank. They've got the high ground and roofline. I count at least seven shooters."I peeked through the smoke curling around us, my mind racing through every floorplan I remembered. This warehouse wasn't defensible. Too many blind spots. Too many exits for them, and none for us. We needed to move. We needed to regro
Hate Me, Desire Me Chapter 35: Master
TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEW We moved fast. The streets of Laguna were still damp from the late rain, the mist rising like smoke from the pavement. The lights from far-off sari-sari stores flickered in the corners of my vision. We didn't have time to dwell. Not when danger was a whisper away. Inside the safehouse, Cameron and I packed the last of the essentials. No electronics, no comms. Just bags of physical notes, burner IDs, and the weapons we couldn't live without. This house had given us cover, but it had served its purpose. Cameron moved like he was running on pure muscle memory. "Everything we can't carry, we destroy," he muttered, wrapping a detonator cord around a rolled-up floor mat. It wasn't paranoia anymore. It was insurance. I tore down the maps pinned to the inner wall. Each one marked the fallback zones. Each one felt like a lie now. I ripped them clean and shoved them into a duffel bag. No trail. No pattern. My fingers found a small crumpled drawing tucked in t
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