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CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

Not only that, but I hate you all ! ....

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

“Six years. He doesn’t let a lot of people in, but once you get to know him, he isn’t as bad as he looks.” I thought he looked pretty great, but I was pretty sure Dennis wasn’t talking about his appearance. He surely possessed a wealth of information on the man who was my husband, but it didn’t feel right to pepper him with questions, so I chickened out. After a few days, I had accepted that I would have to personally experience the ultimate joy of learning about my husband who hated sharing any kind of personal information willingly unless you hounded him about it for quite a while. One thing I’d learned was that he hated when I asked and answered questions on my own as if speaking for him.

Xander said, looking at her affectionately. Ariadne smiled joyfully. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice the fuming Crystal, who was watching them from the couch. She abruptly stood up and dashed to the garden, where her mother was seated. She ran up to Emma and hugged her. "I hate her." she declared, gritting her teeth. "Who, dear?" Emma was puzzled by her action. "Aria..." she looked at her mother. "I like Xander, Mom. He's so smart, handsome, and rich... I want him. I can't tolerate him with her." Crystal's words revealed her intense hatred for Ariadne.

After all these years, I am finally going to meet them. The people I hate from the depth of my heart. People, whom I consider the worst scum of the world. Even upon hearing their name the disgust took over me as my whole being was filled with detest for them. I don't think I have hated anyone to that extent. Meeting him just spoils my mood but I have to. Filled with countless meaningless questions, I couldn’t help but to let the sensation of resentment rush in my veins, they sold me for money.

And then it hits me. I hate them. Every last person in this room. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone more than I hate Finn, Lydia, and my mother right now. “Shut up!” I say, cutting Finn off midspeech. They all stop and turn.

“He’ll throw her out before the Blood Moon. Maybe sooner, if she keeps annoying him with her fragile little pride.” They all laughed. Quiet, cruel laughter. My heart dropped. Not sharply… Not loudly… Just enough that I felt something inside tilt. Zara continued, voice dripping with victory. “The council already hates her. Half the pack thinks she’s a joke. Larry knows she’s dead weight. And after last night…” she paused, smiling slyly “…I’m sure he’s remembering what real strength feels like.” I closed my eyes. The breath that left me wasn’t a gasp, wasn’t a cry…

she answered, her voice devoid of any emotion except for cold hatred and determination. “All the people I hate: my selfish mom who didn’t want to face criticism and turned on me to appear perfect to others, my stupid father who raped her and abandoned his responsibilities. My asshole stepdad who enjoyed punishing me for fun and to get some validation over my father who he killed off and still felt inferior to, my step sister who turned a blind eye.