Passionate Hate
I said, rubbing my chin.
I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it.
I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing.
“Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.