A Hated Love Novels & Stories

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I hated crying in front of him, hated looking weak, but I couldn’t stop it. Zade didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me calmly, and then, before I could protest, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. "Let me go." I mumbled, weakly hitting his chest with my fists, but he didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder this time, but he didn’t flinch, "I hate you for keeping this from me!" I cried, my fists pounding against his chest with more force, but my strength was waning, "I hate you!"

Instead, she looked at him with a mix of guilt and longing, aware that she had hurt him deeply in the past. Nova took a step closer to Austin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and you have every right to hate me." Her words hung in the air, a mixture of regret and longing. Austin's response was swift. "I don't hate you; I hate your husband." His words were laced with venom, and Nova's eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep understanding.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

Wyatt said, "I could feel that you hated him so much, but hatred arises from love. If you no longer love him, you wouldn't hate him this much." Elianna took a step closer suddenly and said, "I loved him, that was me being blind with my heart. Now I see his true colors, all that love has turned into hatred. Hatred doesn't mean I still love him, it's because he was too heartless." Her eye sockets, involuntarily turned slightly red.

"That isn't possible anymore, Mom. She must hate me to the bones." Unwilling to believe her son's words, Mrs. Stephenson spoke, "You silly kid, what did I tell you before? The deeper one's love for somebody is, the deeper their hatred will be when the love turns sour. She hates you right now exactly because she loves you!" Daniel no longer wanted to find out whether Hilda loved or hated him, though. "She's Nathan Clemon's woman now."

His mom had made the mistake of asking him to go shopping for her wedding gown with her, he knew she had just wanted to bond them but riding in that limousine with her that day was one of the most treacherous day of his life, the scenes of how she hurt him kept playing in his mind, he had shut his eyes to block away her presence but then she had spoke to him, he had pretended not to hear her and then she had touched him, her touch had electrocuted him but she didn't know. Hatred burns deep in his heart and he had sworn that day to make her feel the pains she made him feel, to make her feel lonely like he had been. His hatred for her was ninety percent while his love was only ten percent, whe

Esther weakly opened her eyes, gazing at the man who had astonished her entire youth. She whispered feebly, "Bradley, I hate you." 'I hate you. Hate you.' Esther understood more than anyone else that love often lay on the opposite end of hate. Without an enduring love, could such profound hatred even exist? "I hate you." These three words echoed like thunder in Bradley's ears. He gently cupped Esther's face, softly kissing away her tears. His gesture seemed like a plea for forgiveness and redemption.