All Chapters of The Man I Swore to Hate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun beat down relentlessly over the field, but I hardly noticed. Around me, the players slowed their horses, their confusion apparent. Yet, I didn't care. My pulse thundered in my ears as I strode purposefully across the immaculately kept turf. Startled murmurs rippled through the crowd, gasps echoing as they realized I was disrupting the match. Let them talk—this wasn't about them.It was about him.Perion.There he stood, as if he owned the world, leaning casually near the sidelines. A cigarette rested unlit at the corner of his mouth, his expression cool, indifferent—like my sudden intrusion was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The tailored suit clinging to his broad shoulders spoke of arrogance, the kind only he could carry. His sunglasses shielded his eyes, but I didn’t need to see them to know the intensity lurking behind those dark lenses. He looked somewhat gloomy, but I could see the faint twitch of his jaw as I approached.My breath hitched as I stopped a few fee

"No, I'm not!" I stood my ground as I fought tooth and nail against my father's insistence."I'm warning you, Carmen. If you attempt to evade responsibility for this, I will nullify every f'ng provision outlined in the legal documents.""For the love of God, you know me better than they do! I am f'ng clean!""For heaven's sake, Carmen, can't you see? I can't have you here! You brought shame upon us. Upon me. You think it's that easy, don't you? Just throw money at the problem, sweep it under the rug, and pretend it never happened. How many times did I have to buy your silence, Carmen?" His voice trembled with anger and frustration, his hands gripping the edge of the table as if he could control his emotions that way."This is insane! You can't just send me away because you assume I’m involved in something illegal! You have no right to control my life like this!" I protested, my voice rising with frustration and emotion. My shoulders curled inward, as if trying to shield myself from th

A respected, potent oil tycoon, my father's routine of tending to his business was abruptly interrupted by my mother's two-year hospitalization, whilst my siblings and I took turns sitting in the waiting room, the place where we prayed for her fasr recovery, erasing the days from the calendar, devoting every moment to caring for our mother. Once vibrant and full of life’s lessons, she now lay fragile. Each second spent with her became a testament to sacrifice, and unyielding regret. Throughout his recounting of the ordeal, Dad's voice carries an agony, his throat raw from speaking of the pain. Amidst the tears and chaos of the funeral, my father's capacity for lamenting remains resolute and unwavering. Yet, the gentle melody of his voice eases the weight I carry, though I fear the sorrow that has long dwelled within me must now make room for the boundless anger I have kept hidden. It stirs restlessly, threatening to consume, as his voice becomes both comfort and a reminder of my turmo

The morning light filtered through the cracked curtains, casting a pale, uneven glow across the room. I lay still, my body heavy with exhaustion, as if the weight of the previous night’s nightmare still pressed down on me. The air was stale, thick with the scent of dust and decay, and I could hear the faint creaking of the mansion settling into its old bones. It was a sound I had once found comforting, a reminder of the life I had lived here. Now, it felt like a taunt, a cruel echo of what I had lost.I sat up slowly, my head throbbing, and glanced around the room. The sunlight illuminated the cracks in the walls, the peeling wallpaper, and the faded photographs that still hung crookedly on the walls. My old room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. The memories it held were no longer comforting—they were suffocating.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my knees wobbling slightly as I steadied myself. The floorboards groaned under my weight, and I winced at the s

"Oh my goodness! Put me down!" I shouted, my voice a mix of panic and indignation. I pounded my fists against his broad back, but it was like hitting a brick wall—he didn’t even flinch. Instead, his grip on my legs tightened, sending an involuntary shiver through me. His hands were firm, almost possessive, as if he had no intention of letting me go.He began walking purposefully toward the mansion, his strides long and confident, while I squirmed and protested in vain. My heart raced, and my mind spun with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite place. The cool evening air brushed against my skin, but it did little to calm the heat rising in my cheeks.When we reached the living room, he finally set me down, but not gently. I landed on the plush sofa with a soft thud, my body sinking into the cushions. Before I could scramble away, he leaned over, caging me in with his arms on either side of the sofa. His presence was overwhelming, his scent—a