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said Camellia's heart, trying to revive the hatred that had been growing within her. Love and hate are sometimes only slightly different, in fact there is almost no boundary between the two. Someone who initially really loves, can turn in an instant to hate. On the other hand, those who hate too much can turn back into love. The first phase has been passed by Camellia, who at first she really loved Crish, now she hates that man. Don't let everything change again.

I clasped my palms together, hoping he would see the desperation in my eyes. “If you have any ounce of conscience, Eve, then you’ll marry me. Are you not afraid of Arthur finding out? Do you want to be back on the street, homeless?” He pushed me out of his way, leaving me on the ground while I cried till I was tired. I hate my father, I hate him so much that I wish he would just go to hell. It was because of him my mother died, and now—just when I was about to start a better life, his deeds are back to haunt me.

“I hate him. I should hate him. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Her hands did not stop their calming movement. “Hate is a fire that consumes first the one who carries it, meine Liebe (my love),” she said, pausing. “And what sometimes seems like hate… isn’t. Sometimes it’s just a pain so deep it doesn’t know how to scream its own name.” I opened my eyes and looked at the ridiculous necklace in the velvet box. The diamond heart sparkled under the light, a grotesque symbol of everything false in my life.

Why did I want to break up with him? I turned that question over in my head and looked at it from different angles and the honest answer was that I did not have a good one. He loved me. I knew he loved me the way you know something that has just become part of the furniture of your life, settled and solid and not something you question on a normal day. And did I love him back. Absolutely. Without question. Without hesitation. In a way that sometimes scared me when I sat with it too long in a quiet room.

Nicole. Men. They were the worst kind of animals and my husband happened to be a monster. The kind that’s supposed to be caged with a warning written in bold letters. Do you think it is strange that I was only filled with disgust right now? The hurt I felt long forgotten as I stared at the man standing in front of me. I felt like a thousand spiders were crawling around my body, their fangs kissing me. “Marcus” Even rolling his name around my mouth tasted like a bile of vomit. “Have some respect for God at least if you have no human decency.”

"He's saying he loves you very much." My revenge was done, and I had found happiness too. Luca could finally rest in peace.

“Until my last breath leaves my body, my dark and frozen heart beats only for you. I love you, Evelyn Romano.” Only then did I realize I was crying, as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I love you too, Dante Romano.” And just like that, the man who once filled me with fear now lay in my arms, holding me as if I were the source of his life. Love is a strange, uncertain, and beautiful thing.

“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.”

But that’s about it. “Ten years ago. And knowing you, it was probably just a… physical thing, I don’t think you got your cold heart involved,” he adds with a grimace before shaking it off, “But this is the real deal. Marriage and love, that’s something you don’t understand. Love is unconditional, it doesn’t have a switch you can turn on and off. When you actually love someone, you love their defects too. You can’t turn me against Berenice because I love her defects as well. I know damn well she’s a selfish and cunning and ruthless woman. I know she lies to me all the time. I know she just saw me as a sugar daddy at the beginning. I simply don’t care because I love her. It’s toxic, sure, but