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“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

I finally understood that this marriage had been a lie from the beginning. As soon as my dizziness eased, Luca walked in with a half-full bowl of soup, the rim stained with a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. His blue eyes were full of warmth, and his voice sounded as affectionate as always. "Elena, are you awake?" He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to my lips. The scent of rosemary hit me at once—it was the smell I hated most. I turned away to avoid the spoon, staring straight at him. "Luca, I want a divorce."

Achingly familiar. The tears I had been holding back finally escaped. "I hate you," I whispered. His arms tightened just enough for me to feel the warmth of his embrace. "I know." "I really do." "I know." "But..." My fingers slowly clutched the fabric of his shirt. "...I hate how much I still love you." A shaky breath left him. He rested his forehead gently against mine. "So do I." I looked up. Our eyes met. There was no anger. No pride.

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

she asked, popping a piece of chocolate into her mouth. "Dad knows him, he wants this," I explained, causing her to sigh. Living with that jerk before marriage is the worst thing I can imagine, but I have no choice. "Forget it, Sofia. I've accepted that no one can love me," I said, feeling defeated. "So, when are you both moving?" Sofia asked, catching my attention. "Maybe tomorrow. Can you believe I haven't even met his family yet?" I said, shocked. Marrying someone you hate, and on top of that, not even meeting his family - just wow.

Chris hesitated. Jonathan's eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into Chris's soul. His voice, laced with controlled anger, sliced through the air carefully trying not to wake Hazel up, “Chris, time is a luxury we can't afford. In our world, every moment is a vulnerability. Hazel needs protection, and the sooner we formalize this arrangement, the better." Chris sighed, torn between loyalty to his friend and empathy for Hazel's fresh wounds, “I get it, Jonathan, but you can't ignore the grief she's drowning in right now. Pushing this on her so soon... it could backfire. We don't want her to resent us."

"You're trying to defend yourself, but you're running from something that could be great. You think love is a weakness. It isn't. It's the only thing that makes any of this worth it." They stood there, silent, the tension as tight as a wire between them. "I don't know how to do it," he said finally. "I don't know how to let go of my guilt. I don't know how to be the man you need." "Then don't be perfect," she panted. "Just be truthful." Grayson grasped her hand, his touch tentative, fingers stroking hers with the same hesitation that had been in his kiss. "I've been thinking about you since the day you came into my life," he admitted. "And I've tried—God, I've tried—to resist it. But I can't

“Because we have a contract. Because three hundred people are waiting to see us dance. Because you signed your name on a piece of paper that says you’ll play this part whether you like it or not.” “Let go of me.” “Not until you agree to come back with me. To smile. To dance. To act like you didn’t just see what you saw.” We stared at each other in that hallway, his hand around my wrist, the sounds of the party drifting through the walls. “I hate you,” I whispered. “Good.” He released my wrist. “Hate is honest. Hate I can work with. Just don’t fall in love with me, Vivian. Because I promise you, that will only end in disappointment.”

Because she was totally oblivious of his moves. "Ishq Aur Nafrat dono hi jab had se badh jaye to zeher ban jata hai aur zeher sirf jaan le sakta hai bacha nahi sakta (love and hate when both Break the limits it becomes poison and poison only kills it does not save lives) I did enough damage to you Tara now it is time I set you free from this cage of hatred. It is time for you to move on in life and start new life" Aarhan promised himself.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of