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CHAPTER TWO 'The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you." ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief It had been a long time since he last saw her, now that he finally glimpsed a sight of her after three years full of anguish and hatred, he couldn't seem to realize whether this feeling that was flooding against his spine and heart was in fact out of longing for her, or out of pure rage.

They consumed all love and all hate as well. Let all of it end here.

“You were out there, moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear." Heat flooded my face. "Oh my God." I shoved his chest softly. "Stop." He smiled against my skin. "So you admit it?" "I hate you." "You definitely don't." His hand slid higher, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast. My breath caught. “I know you definitely don't hate me when I'm inside you." "Shut up." I groaned. "Make me." I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, cutting off that smug mouth.

Because this—this place, this house, the moment was not right at all, in any way. Laura. Her chest tightened again, because she loved Laura, she really did, but currently, the thought of seeing her made something ugly twist inside her. It was jealously, resentment and something darker, she didn’t know what to name it. And she hated herself for feeling this way, but at the same time, she couldn’t help it. ‘I shouldn’t be feeling like this…’ she whispered under her breath, wiping her tears quickly, almost aggressively. But they didn’t stop and it wouldn’t stop. Every minute, their footsteps kept on getting closer, closer and louder.

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours of silence. For Lily, each minute had been a deliberate brick laid in the wall she was building between her old life and this new, sterile reality. The sweetness of that afternoon in the penthouse—the shared smiles, the brushes of hands, the whispered possibilities—felt like a fever dream now, a hallucination brought on by a desperate need to be loved. In the cold light of the aftermath, there was only the jagged truth: Julian Vane was no different from Thomas. He was just better at branding.

Rodney collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't say anything else—I just didn't want to see him again. When I was closing the door, I suddenly heard him ask, "Ivana, you hate me, don't you?" I shook my head. "Not anymore. When I was packing my things and getting ready to move out, I found that box of handwritten love letters. I stopped hating you then. People say that hate is the opposite of love, but they're wrong. The opposite of love is actually indifference.

As if she could hear my inner turmoil, Rosa paused when she reached the door, resting her hand on the doorknob, her back towards me, she called "Andera" "Yeah." "Your feelings aren't contradictory, because the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference. If you loved someone and they did something to you so bad that It kills all the love you had for them, what you feel is indifference. You see them, and they're like a stranger to you; you feel nothing, nothing at all. But if you love someone and they hurt you so bad that you start hating them, it's because you still love them, and you're just sad and angry that they could hurt you." She turned to face me, her onyx eye glassy, and she star

“But how come? You’ve always hated me. Why were you hurt when I started dating Steven?” “Can't you see? Hate is the second strongest emotion to love. I only hated you because I loved you, because I couldn’t be with you.” What kind of crap show is this? I reached for the remote and changed it to a basketball game. Yes, this makes more sense. Sports, not stupid love dramas. Hate is masked as love. Ridiculous.

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

“We both know it would hurt you more if Easton Marzel will be the one to give you this pain…. “He whispered against her lips, all the while drinking into her shimmering hues. Flora refused to look away from him because she needed to see the intensity of his hatred for her. She needed to know how much the person she had started loving more than her own self hated her and she was witnessing it in his fatal gaze clearly and with no shield. Peering into her glossy hues which were still shedding tears. He saw a fat tear rolling down from her cheek. His gaze followed it keenly which made him lean closer to her and then he pressed his lips against that tear on her. Flora felt his lips touching the