บททั้งหมดของ Hate Me, Desire Me: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI could no longer feel my hands from all the work I had to do and still need to do. Good heavens! I forgot about the portfolio our professor gave us as an assignment that's due the next day!I carefully put my seventh design in my folder, scared that it might get crumpled. I took a quick look at the wall clock. I groaned in frustration. It's already two in the morning and I still need to finish five more designs to complete my portfolio.I could just put them aside and finish it later since it's due the next day but I just can't! I have a job to finish today. Besides, I promised Kier I'd be joining them tonight."I missed partying," I whispered to myself and then pouted like a stupid duck.I could feel tears welling up out of frustration.Just kidding, I was exaggerating.I decided to go down the stairs when I finished the sketch for my 8th design.As usual, the house is so quiet. Sometimes, I think that bats might want to live with us. A huge house with

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI found myself on his bed the next morning. I am now wearing his clothes and my make-up has been washed off my face. My head feels like it's gonna shatter into pieces any second from now."F*ck! Why did I even drown myself with alcohol last night?" I whispered to myself."You're awake."I turned to see the person who owned that monotone voice.Eli.He was leaning by the doorframe while his arms were crossed under his chest. His eyes looked a tad colder than usual as he stared at me wincing due to my headache."Hey," I responded. My voice is a little raspy which made me sound groggy.He didn't respond. Instead, he remained standing there looking at me as if he was waiting for me to say something other than just "Hey.""Uhm thank you for taking care of me last night. You didn't tell my dad about it, did you?"He heaved a deep breath before walking towards me. He sat at the edge of the bed. "No, I did not."I responded with a slow nod."But I did tell them

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW"You're saying that you just want your diploma and not march on the graduation day?" The Dean asked in a confused manner, baffled as to why would I not want to march on the most awaited graduation ceremony when everyone was out in the hallways gossiping about what they would want to wear on the said date.I flashed a small smile. "That would be correct, Dean."He took his glasses off and massaged his temples. He put my credentials on the table and clasped his hands together.By the way he looked at me, I could tell that he was about to disregard what I just said. I wanted to immediately state my "reason" but I awaited his response out of respect."The university agreed and proudly let you graduate with your seniors even though you're still young because you proved that you are qualified. Now, for the University to be unable to give you proper recognition is simply against our principles. Miss Mckenzie, I'm afraid I would have you turn down your request."

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe Irenic headquarters buzzed with a quiet intensity. Cain, Lindsay, and the rest of the team were already knee-deep in preparation, eyes scanning every detail, every risk, every potential hiccup that could derail the night. The Montreals' ball was the perfect smokescreen— an opportunity to expose their darkest secrets. But I knew what was at stake. A single slip-up could ruin everything. I was their inside contact, but tonight, it felt like I was on a tightrope, balancing between my mission and the rush of adrenaline that came with being so close to the edge.Back at my condo, I slipped into the deep red gown that I'd handpicked for the occasion. The fabric was smooth and sensual against my skin as I adjusted the bodice, which clung perfectly to my waist and hips. Crimson embroidery traced elegant patterns down the fabric, a stark contrast to the long, sweeping train that cascaded behind me. It was beautiful, but I knew better than to rely solely on lo

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage. "Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm. The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt. "Five million for a rock," Eli murmured beside me, leaning in so his words wouldn't carry. "Think it's shiny enough to make her husband look at her twice?" I smirked, swirling the champagne in my glass. "Doubt it. But it'll make her the queen of the yacht club for the next decade." He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "And what about you? Are di