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I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands. … On our way back, I sat in the passenger seat and suddenly noticed a sticker on the seat. It said "Exclusive Seat for My Wife". I immediately found it disgusting. Theo wasn't a romantic person. Once, I wanted to hang a handmade ornament in the car, yet he thought that it would block his view while driving. So I knew that he wouldn't buy something as childish as this. It would definitely be Tiffany's purchase if it weren't his. "What do you think of it? Do you like it?" Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove.

“I will be tied to you forever, and you will always have the right to be angry or to hate me. But I will not free myself from you, nor will I make you pretend I never existed. “I will cling to you like a leech, but I will stop obeying your demands. I will show filial piety when I choose to, give what I have when I want to, not when you order me to. I will make you angry and upset with me so that one day you might let me go of your own accord—without me or my employer paying a single cent. That is the revenge I can take after you have mistreated me all these years. If you can be cruel to Grandma, then I can be just as cruel to you—using your cruelty toward her as my example.” “You! How dare y

That’s good for me. I don’t mean that in any noble sense, I mean it in calculus. People who hate are predictable. Hate simplifies motive; it sharpens action and dulls strategy. Where professionals plan three moves ahead, furious amateurs charge blind. They mistake heat for planning; they mistake impulse for courage. Cassandra’s hatred makes her an asset if I can steer it.

"You do not look at corporate arrangements like they are the sun and the moon. You are terrified." I didn't respond. I couldn't. Because he was right. I was terrified. Every time I had ever allowed myself to love something, the universe had found a way to rip it out of my hands. My parents. The life I thought I knew. Love was a liability I could not afford in a war like this. "It is just a contract, Caleb," I said, my voice cold. "Keep telling yourself that," he whispered. "But stop looking at her like she is the only thing keeping you grounded. It is giving you away."

Of a future not dictated by ancient hatred. His thoughts betrayed him constantly. They strayed to Odessa’s guarded gaze, to the steadiness beneath her caution, to the disarming realization that empathy could exist where loathing had been carefully taught. Each step he took felt like a betrayal of something sacred—either his bloodline or the fragile future he dared to imagine. He did not know which loss frightened him more.

She looked at me, her face full of a grim, heavy pity that I absolutely hated. "You can hate him all you want, Elara. You have every right to. But do it while you're alive," she said softly, gesturing toward the dark exit corridor. "The car is waiting. Let's move." I sat there for five long seconds, staring at the dark floor, feeling like a shell of a human being. Then, using the wall to steady my shaking legs, I forced myself to stand up. I didn't take her hand. I didn't look at her. I just wiped the wet streaks from my face with the back of my bruised hand and walked past her into the dark, carrying a hatred so heavy it felt like stone in my chest.tr

Angeline sighed. “To be honest with you, I hate her more than you do. From the first time she hurt me, the hatred I had for her had been buried deep within me. Every time she hurt me, the seed of hatred that I had planted in me was watered and fertilized, making my hatred grow stronger and stronger. “Ultimately, all the hatred in me grew into a gigantic tree, seeping into every fiber and flesh of my being. To unearth such hatred is the same as crushing my body into pieces. How agonizing would that be?”

Bound by The Baby Part 9-3 Continued……………… Seeing the hatred in Janhavi’s eyes for himself, he became numb, he did not understand how to react?? It was not that this was the first time that he was seeing hatred and anger for him in someone's eyes because it was all very normal in the way of life, he was living but today Janhavi had hatred for him in her eyes. It was as if someone had stabbed his heart with a sharp weapon, it’s truly unbearable.

"Those vampires I killed were my first." His eyes widened. He had seen people kill for the first time, and it wasn't mostly easy on them as they would be traumatized for some time. It didn't have that same effect on him the first time because he had watched people being killed for years. He had even been made to punish people cruelly, that they would even prefer to die. But he didn't think that was the case for Luciana. "You didn't seem like it was your first." "It's amazing what hatred can do." When she saw the vampires molesting the girl, her hatred for vampires resurfaced, and all she could think of was killing them.

ELENA'S POV ‘Hate is a strong word to say’, my mother always said each time I ranted on and on about a certain person that wronged me that day. I have never been the forgiving type and usually, it always took me longer than normal to snap out of my overflowing kindness and patience towards anyone. But as I watched him disappear farther and farther into the distance away from me, into the cold we were no longer strangers to, Hate only seemed to downplay the raging emotions I felt towards him.