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“I hate what he did. And what he didn’t do. I hate that he looked away. That he chose himself. That he let my mother Rüya die.” The air thickened. “But that’s not the fear,” Libra murmured. “That is only the wound.” My breath stuttered. “I’m afraid,” I continued, my voice shaking now, “that if I stop hating him… then it means it didn’t matter. That her suffering didn’t matter. That everything just… disappears.” Libra stepped closer. “And if you keep hating him?” I clenched my jaw. “Then I become him,” I whispered. The world cracked.

You remind me of who I was, hungry, brilliant, and far too kind for the world you're about to enter. Hale Corporation is my legacy. Now it's partly yours. The board will see you as an outsider, a threat, a child playing with sharks. Prove them wrong. Trust no one. Question everything. Don't let them smell blood. You're stronger than you believe. All my love, Thomas "This is garbage!" Daniel stood now too. "We're contesting this. There's no way..." "The will is ironclad," Lucas cut in. "I have documentation proving Thomas was of completely sound mind. You're welcome to try, but you'll lose."

I reply. "If I hadn't bought it someone else would've done it. If you were against this you could've utter a word yesterday at the meeting. The shares were in your name you could've said no. You didn't have sign those papers nobody forced you. So now accept this instead of acting like a puttana (bitch)." He replies. "What do you know? What the fuck do you know? Mr smart ass if I had a choice I wouldn't hesitate to tear those papers into pieces or say no to the whole deal. So believe me hating you it's the only option left stronzo (asshole)."

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur

Conrad nodded his head and Dominic’s fists clenched as Cassandra was untied from the chair and her clothes torn from her body. Conrad gripped his face tightly and looked him in the eye. “You must watch, Dominic, this is what you do with a whore and any woman that is not your blood or tied to your family in other ways is a whore!” Dominic watched as his father’s man, Demetrius, raped Cassandra in front of him. His hate for Conrad had truly started that day. Demetrius had slit her throat as he raped her, her blood pooling over him and after that day, Dominic had never dared to love a woman again. **

I just didn’t understand why he changed towards me that way. I didn’t understand what I did to him to deserve such hostile treatment. I saw his eyes and I could see the hatred and disappointment in his countenance. It still didn’t make any sense to me because I was innocent. I found it hard to understand all that was happening because I had no idea. I loved Declan so much and he knew I would never do anything to hurt him. He was my mate and I was carrying his child, why would I want to plot against his downfall? What gain would that be to me?

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

When she tested her limits, he stood in her way and made her hate him for it. Because hatred meant she’d fight harder. Hatred meant she’d sharpen her claws on him instead of the world that wanted her blood. Hatred kept her alive. Even now, she didn’t see it. She thought his barbs were arrogance, his orders control. She thought he despised her. But by the Moon Goddess, she was everything he’d ever fought to keep safe. And one day soon, she’d realize just how bound to her he really was. Until then, he would bear her hatred like armor. Better her anger than her absence.

You sold yourself for me. "No! It is not like that, she insisted. There is nothing that is physical in our arrangement. Separate rooms, separate lives, really. I just go to some events, take part with as his wife in public. That's all." Her father didn't look convinced. And what if you meet a person in these three years? Someone you could actually love?" The thought had not even come to Aria. "That's... not going to happen." "You can't know that." Even if it did, it would not make a difference. I made a commitment, Dad. A contract."

He was fighting an instinct she didn’t understand—a hunger that went far beyond the brutality of war. “Hatred is a dangerous fuel, Freya. It burns the one who carries it before it ever reaches the enemy,” he murmured, his hand now sliding to her throat—not to choke, but to feel the fragile humanity beneath his thumb. “You say you hate me, but I see the way you look at me. There’s a fire there that doesn’t come from anger.”