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“I hate you.” “Good,” he said simply, the word a blade sliding across my chest. “Hate binds tighter than love ever could.” The words sank into me, venomous, intoxicating, leaving a hollow ache that stretched deep into my bones. I pressed myself against the cold car door, desperate to carve out space between us. But there was no space. Not in this car. Not in this game. Not in this twisted tether that tied us together with invisible chains. Silence fell after that, heavy, suffocating. My chest ached with unshed words, with fury unspent. I wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed as I did, to show him what it felt like to be trapped, terrified, alive only for someone else.

Daniel leans forward, his voice getting that edge it gets when he's about to say something I don't want to hear. You've ignored her calls for weeks, sent her away, had your lawyer communicate like she's some business associate, and now you're surprised she found someone who actually treats her well? "I was teaching her boundaries," I defend, knowing it sounds weak. "You were punishing her for having lunch with a friend," Daniel says flatly, "and now she's moved on to dinner, and you're sitting here drunk and alone watching her location on a tracker like some obsessed stalker." "Watch it," I warn, but there's no real heat behind it because he's right and we both know it.

And what’s worse was that I couldn’t even get a read on her. Not with all the data, or the angles, or the grayscale shapes my colour blind eyes forced me to navigate. But one thing was definitely for certain. This woman, Aria Carter, doesn’t belong here, and I was going to prove that to her in the most painful and difficult way imaginable. I already hated her with everything in me. And the worst part? I hated how much I was already noticing her.

I stopped in mid as I realised about whom I am talking and with whom. She smiled but a sad one. "Noone can imagine my situation. How did I felt? How I still feel seeing his illegitimate daughter roaming in front of my eyes. But I never had any hard feelings for Divya. In fact, I love her dearly like my own daughter. That girl has no mistake in it. When your papaji bought her home I didn't know her being his own daughter. I got attached to the baby and later he revealed the truth. I was shattered but definitely, how could my love convert into hate for her with one truth. It was not in me to hate her" She said with tears.

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

He looks at me emotionless and unreadable. "Do you hate me that much?" He asked surprising me. Why would I hate him when he is the best person I ever had in my life? He will not hesitate to cross the ocean just to reach me and make sure I am safe. Hate is not the right word for limiting myself in getting his spare time. "What!" I burst out looking at him. "No! I don't hate you, Anton. You are the best person I have ever met and grateful to have you in my life. It's just that-" He looked at me again and cut me off.

Aunt Kathy said while leaving the room to see the cause of the commotion. When Aunt Kathy was approaching the reception, she could only hear people whispering and chatting about the incident that's happening. Since a few people obstructed her view she decided to ask a random person. "Hi" She greeted nicely, "Please what's all the noise about? What's going on over there?" "It's a lovers argument, I think the lady's cheating on her man because he went physical with her" the lady stranger explained enthusiastically. "That's quite irrational" Aunty Kathy said sounding disgusted, "I mean he has absolutely no right whatsoever to lay his hands on a lady. As a matter of fact, he should be reprimande

I was not angry but a feeling that I could easily refer to as hatred filled me up just before I could feel nothing anymore. That was the trigger, the hate. Like anybody would in an instance of pain, say a very hot object lands on one's skin, hate consumes one's entire thought process, leaving room for no other thought or emotion. I became immediately unable to think of anything but Riana Park and not in a good way.

Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone. “I thought that people could change! That they had good hearts and they were sweet and I was the one doing it all wrong.” I remembered Seven-year-old Danielle who did not understand why her mother would Lock her in her room and not feed her for days, then I remember how I would analyze fourteen-year-old Danielle and try to make sense of why this woman was investing so much in someone she hated so much.

Emmet had clearly said, when he had been alone, that he hated her, and that he was willing to stop for Jasper's sake, but only if he woke up. Hate... was a strong word. It was a strong emotion. Hate reached heights and depths that she had never personally reached. Hate achieved levels of contempt that even a good portion of murders didn't reach. Hate was cloying, heavy, and choking. It was calculating beyond the means of sanity. Hate was something that, once it had been given, one couldn't return it. Hate wasn't something that Lila hadn't even felt towards her mother. Yet Emmet had clearly stated that he hated her.