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Fire and Silk
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Hate Me Till You Love Me Fire and Silk
The gala was everything Alexander Kane represented wealth, power, and ruthless control disguised as elegance.The ballroom shimmered beneath cascading chandeliers, the air heavy with the scent of expensive champagne and whispers wrapped in false smiles. Music floated through the air sounding soft, romantic, and infuriatingly beautiful.Evelyn adjusted the strap of her crimson gown as she stepped from the car. The fabric clung to her curves, the slit down one leg revealing just enough to make her feel powerful. Alexander had sent it to her that morning, with a note that read: “Wear this. You’ll need the armor.”Armor. That word had burned in her mind all day.Because with Alexander, everything felt like war.As soon as she entered, she felt the weight of eyes.Reporters, socialites, investors all watched the newly married Mrs. Kane with fascination. She was the mysterious woman who had captured the most untouchable man in the city.But Alexander’s gaze was the only one she felt.He was
Hate Me Till You Love Me The Other Kane
The storm rolled in just after midnight.Wind rattled the tall windows of the Kane mansion, and rain streaked down the glass like tears sliding from a god too high to be reached. Evelyn lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the storm’s restless heartbeat.Sleep wouldn’t come.The envelope sat on her nightstand like a loaded gun. She could feel it there, even with her eyes closed, the weight of it, the danger of it, the truth inside of it. Every few minutes, she thought about sliding it into the fireplace and watching it curl into ash.But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t. The man in the photo wasn’t someone you erased.Her phone buzzed against the pillow.Evelyn flinched. No one texted her at this hour. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before she flipped it over. It wasn’t a text. It was a call. It was a private number.Her first instinct was to ignore it. The last thing she needed was another ghost from her past clawing at the surface. But some bone deep instinct told
Hate Me Till You Love Me The Man in the Photo
The car ride home was a blur of shadows and silence. Evelyn sat rigidly in the back seat of the luxury black town car, her fingers pressed tightly against her knees to still their trembling. The cool hum of the AC, the faint buzz of traffic outside, and the occasional click of the driver’s blinker were the only sounds. She stared out the tinted window, her reflection ghost like in the glass. She had slapped Alexander Kane, In front of the press, the board, half of Manhattan’s elite. And he had let her. That was the part that unsettled her the most. He hadn’t dragged her away, he hadn’t retaliated. He had watched her walk off like a man who’d just seen a prophecy fulfilled. He was calm, icy, curious. Like he’d expected it or wanted it. Her chest tightened. What game was he playing? She asked herself. And most importantly, why did it feel like she was finally starting to play it back? The mansion’s towering gates opened with a slow mechanical groan, revealing the sprawling estate be
Hate Me Till You Love Me A Kiss Meant to Hurt
Evelyn had never liked red carpet events.Too many lights. Too many eyes. Too many cameras trying to capture the cracks beneath the glamor.But tonight, she walked the crimson rug like it belonged to her.Her body was wrapped in black silk that hugged her curves, her hair twisted into a sleek chignon, and her lips painted a shade that matched the wine in her glass. It looked dark, seductive, and dangerous.The Kane Foundation Gala was in full swing at the Carrington Hotel, glittering with wealth and whispers. Cameras flashed. Champagne flowed. Journalists buzzed like flies around honey.But all Evelyn could feel was the weight of Alexander’s hand on her lower back.“Smile,” he said through gritted teeth, leaning close for the cameras. “You’re doing so well pretending to like me.”“I could say the same,” she murmured, her eyes locked on a reporter snapping photos.He chuckled quietly. “But I don’t pretend, Evelyn. If I didn’t like you…” His voice dropped an octave. “You’d know.”Her sp
Hate Me Till You Love Me Secrets In The Mansion
The sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows was blinding, too cheerful for Evelyn’s mood.She sat up in bed, her silk robe slipping slightly off her shoulder. The sheets beside her were cold, but the faint indent where Alexander had lain was still visible. He slept here? She wondered.She pressed her lips together, unsure whether the thought comforted or unsettled her. Last night’s memory crept back in, the warmth of his body sliding into bed, his voice low and dark in her ear.“You’re mine. And tonight, I’m claiming what’s mine”. She remembered his words.But he hadn’t claimed her. Not fully. Not yet.Evelyn snapped back to reality. She padded across the suite barefoot, the marble floor cool beneath her toes. Her fingers skimmed over the polished dresser, the vanity cluttered with expensive colognes and cufflinks, and the glass doors leading out to a private balcony.The house felt like a palace and a prison at the same time. She tied her robe tighter and slipped into
Hate Me Till You Love Me Enemies In The Same Bed
Evelyn didn’t know how she made it up the sweeping staircase without stumbling. Her wedding gown, heavy with lace and satin, felt like shackles around her legs.Alexander Kane walked ahead of her, his powerful frame cutting a sharp silhouette in the dim light of the mansion. He didn’t glance back, not even once to check if she followed. Of course he wouldn’t. Why would he?This marriage wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about convenience. It was about power. Control. And a contract she had signed without thinking too hard about the consequences. She swallowed hard, her throat dry as dust.“Try not to look so terrified, Mrs. Kane,” Alexander said, his deep voice breaking the silence. There was a hint of amusement in his tone. We wouldn’t want the staff to think I married a woman under duress.She bit back a retort, keeping her chin high as they passed two maids scurrying down the hall. Under duress? He might as well have said under blackmail. Because that’s what this was.The master su
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