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Kayla's pov Everybody clapped as Dante kissed me. I couldn't even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting any to see me Break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.

In the opulent living room, Jonathan, the so called ruthless mafia tycoon, sat regally on a leather armchair. Jonathan raised his eyebrows as Hazel entered, and there was a fleeting glint of annoyance in his eyes at her audacity. “You’re here. Good,” he said coldly, folding the newspaper and setting it aside.

"Fangs of a vampire, eyes of a wolf, " "Skin of a dog, veins of a bull, " "Juice of a toad, wing of a vulture, " "Beak of an ostrich, whisker of a lion" "Tail of a rat, nails of a man," "Intestine of a crocodile, neck of a camel." "All mixed together as a steamy broth." "For an evil spell, " "To meet hades in hell, " "The demons have now escaped from hell," "Hop, hop is the sound,"

Theo kept his expression neutral as he drove. He casually said, "A few days back, one of my friends told me that women enjoy these childish items, so I bought one. That way, people would know I'm taken no matter where I go. Does that ease your mind a little?" I felt my eyes twitch. The words "Exclusive Seat for My Wife" pained me. However, I did not tear it out. Instead, I merely forced a smile as I said, "I like it!" "That's great!" Theo was happy to hear my answer. He then changed the topic and said, "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."

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His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

Her health was abruptly falling like her heart pieces but too numb by her emotions to bother. She felt like a fool to believe his words and consider forgiving his sins. He never deserved to be at peace in her eyes. Her shaking legs stumbled on her heels as a foreign hand held her from the back. The owner of this grip turned her around and secured her around his arms. She lifts her head only to meet those eyes that always claimed to be guilty but end up closing on her sufferings. Those eyes are the ones she used to love secretly, and he turned them into hate and fear.

She said as she look at him like his a piece of candy. Lila eyes me but I shrugged at her. "Wow they are all hotty! " Lila said still looking at them and I kick her behind the table. " What?" She glared at me. "Stop drooling and eat!" I said to her. "What your not interested?" Laura asked me this time. "Nope!" As I munching my fried now. I love fries than those six pack boys there. "Are you a lesbian!" And almost choked my fried on my throat.

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

I slide onto the bed, cover my computer, and pull the comforter over my head. I hate him. I whisper to myself, a reminder, so I don't forget it next time. Once again, I ignore the echo of my own words in my head. I do so because they don't mirror what I just said. I hate him. I mouth more fiercely. Again, it echoes in my head, and it's not what I just said. I toss and stare at the door, squeeze my eyes, and whisper those words again. Only this time it's not my voice that echoes in my head. It's his. And it makes my skin crawl. With rage. With disdain. Because that's all it can be. That's all it will be. Hate. Aiden. Nothing else. Ever. ****