Todos los capítulos de The Man I Was Meant to Hate: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Ava’s Point Of ViewThe rain starts as a whisper. There are soft, cold drops rolling down the side of my face and they are mixed with my tears that I told myself I would not cry anymore.The grave yard is silent--far too silent. The wind is the only one that flows and it curves the trees on the road. I stand in the damp grass with my feet in the mud and then I halt in front of the marble headstone.ETHAN MONTGOMERY.Beloved son. Loyal friend. Gone too soon.My throat tightens. “Too soon,” I said. You need not have gone at all, not even now.I fell on my knees and my jeans got wet at once. The rain is angrier, as well as it beats. The one Ethan brought me as a gift on my eighteenth birthday, that silver necklace that I happen to be holding in my hand. The charisma is gone, but the recollection remains.Always, he said that day, you have me, no matter what.He lied. Or maybe fate did.It was three years ago, and the pain does not give up. It has merely shifted its form--cutting every ti

Ava's Point Of ViewHe hesitates, with a slight narrowing of the eyes. “Be careful, Ms. Moore. Everyone is not good in this building.The warning hangs in the air.I nod, forcing a small smile. “I’ll remember that.”I am weak on my knees as I step out of his office, but my heart is racing. Still, impossible to read, every word, every look.But I’m not here to read him. I’m here to ruin him.As I head to the lobby again, I notice that my image in the elevator doors is different. Sharper. Colder.Eva Moore has arrived.Nevertheless, when I go out on the street, I just cannot get rid of the impression that I feel that somebody is observing me. The hairs on my neck rise.On the other side of the road, a black car is parked, as usual.The headlights flare, and I blink. It wheels off into the traffic a moment later.I shake my head, holding on to the strap of my bag and saying to myself it is nothing. Just nerves.However, as I arrive at home, another envelope is in my doormat. No name. No

Ava's Point Of ViewThe elevator creaks down the stairs, and with each floor you pass it seems like a beat of the heart. The farther away it goes the colder the air is.I shouldn’t be here. Every part of me knows that. But my little silver key in my pocket stings like a vow of happiness--or a curse.Storage 11B.The ground floor reeks of dust and metal. The storage units with the locked doors are stretched into the shadows in rows, and their numbers are becoming blurred on rusted plates. The lights whine feebly, flickering after every few seconds.I found the one I’m looking for — 11B.I shake my hand at the moment too much to fit the key in. I can see my breath fogging in the cold air.“Just do it,” I whisper to myself.The key clicks.It is paper and time that pervades the air inside. There are piles of boxes and each is labeled with a black marker: Legal Records, Finance, Personnel Files. But there is a box standing out, a lot of dust on its lid. The scribbles on it in tattered ink

Ava's Point Of ViewLiam did not simply drag me out of the arms of Noah. He ripped me from that grip. One second, my arm was being torn by the fingers of Noah, his nails were biting and scratching into my flesh, his breath hot and panicky in my ear. The third, a large hand clumsily smashed between us and pulled me back in a sudden leap that hardly gave time to my feet to touch the floor. Away, he growled at her. That growl didn't sound human. It was coarse, aching, borderline fractured. I did not even get a chance to breathe, when Liam picked me up on his chest, with my legs sliding on the icy concrete. He withdrew, holding me behind him as the security rushed in the corridor. Noah Hart--retire! one of the guards called. Noah smiled, cold, no, insane. His eyes fixed on me, as he was memorising my face. You made her come here, said Liam to his lover. So blow me out, and say it is my fault. then all became hazy, hands seizing Noah, twisting his body, a metallic shank of

Ava’s Point Of ViewThe door moved open before I could think, and the cold hit me like a slap. Sharp wind cut across my cheeks, making my skin sting as I stepped out onto the gravel. The cliff-side stretched in front of me, silent, dark, endless. Far below, the city lights glittered like scattered stars, too far away to feel real. The night smelled of pine, old rain, and something heavier. Something familiar. Something my body recognized even though my mind didn’t.Noah came around the car, footsteps slow, almost gentle, as if he were walking me into a memory instead of toward the edge of a cliff. “Look,” Noah said. “Really look.”His voice wrapped around me, quiet but firm. My breath came unsteady as I lifted my eyes to the winding road that curved dangerously close to the metal rail. The asphalt was rough, uneven. And then, my stomach twisted, I saw them. Faint black scorch marks on the pavement. A line of broken guardrail that had never been repaired properly. A dent in the earth w