My Love My Hatred By Jasmine Mga Nobela at Kwento

In fact, after living in Gordoria for many years, my tastes had become much milder. The only reason I've always made spicy food was because he was from Honhor, and he enjoyed spicy food. A spread was served on the table shortly after. I could barely eat as even the greens were spicy. Meanwhile, Tiffany ate enthusiastically, citing that she did not want to waste food. I finally realized that the spread of food wasn't ordered based on my preferences. They were all for Tiffany. The cheating couple was actually showing off their love in front of me. I suppressed my anger, accidentally bending the cutleries in my hands.

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.

She sacrificed her only family Rose for this day, to get paid for pleasuring her husband. Enough is Enough. Her hazel eyes turned darker. Jasmine clenched her jaw and glared at his golden rings strewn all over the floor. She gathered them in her right hand and closed her fists. Seething in rage, she closed her eyes and within no seconds, those golden rings turned into ashes. “You don’t value my love, right? I can tolerate anything but not character assassination. Today you crossed all limits of brutality. If you can’t tolerate my love then fine, let me become a subject of your hatred.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” I said, my voice steady, “This isn’t about being better than you. This is about justice, for everyone you’ve hurt. Including me!” Emily’s breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as she stared at me with unbridled hatred. Suddenly, she lunged forward, her hands reaching for me like claws.

The music was blasting in the background, people were busy dancing and drinking. "Who is the mystery girl, Damen?" James leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows. "James! Shove off." They both laughed. After a moment he started saying "I don't know... I mean, uh..." He shrugged and took another sip. "WHAT??” James questioned with wide eyes. Damen shrugged again and didn’t say anything for several moments. “Why do always have to dramatically exaggerate your sentences, huh?" James hit his shoulder. "She looked like Marissa to me." He finally spoke.

We don't say much after that but follow her to the living room and notice that she is pacing back and forth in the living room. "Jasmine, why are you looking so scared?" Dadabhai asks making Jasmine di stops in her movement. "I am scared because I don't anyone of you to hate me Subho." Jasmine di replies. "Why will we hate you di? It's impossible to hate a loving person like you." I tell her with an assuring tone but she shakes her head. "After knowing what I have done you will definitely hate me." She says with a broken voice. "Is it related to Anhuphama's first child, Mrs. Ganguly?" Suddenly Alessandro asks making me look at him like he has grown two heads.

Jasmine spoke in a trembling voice with moistened eyes. "I don't need your apologies. I just hope that you people won't appear in front of me and do not force me. When I see you all, I would recall all these horrible things. I feel an urge to murder, you know? I really do, I can't even control myself." Jason chuckled at Jasmine. "So, don't tell me about any hardships you have. Your so-called hardships can never erase the suffering and hatred in my heart." Jason grinned. If he had not encountered that mystical experience, his life might have been even more miserable.

Guilt over a lack of affection for her mother? “I wanted to blame you for taking her away before I could find some feeling for her. It was childish, I know, but what kind of a monster doesn’t love her mother? I didn’t want it to be my fault.” Jasmine shook her head and approached the bed. “I didn’t love my mother,” she said quietly. “Sometimes I even hated her. Then I hated myself for caring at all.” “That’s different.”

I said because I didn’t want Lee to face problems. Lee was important to me as I loved him a lot but he never looked at me in that way. Instead, he fell in love with that whore Jasmine. Jasmine was just using him, in order to take his money and fame but Lee was madly in love with her to think rationally. At first, I respected his choice but when I found the truth about Jasmine, I wanted to kill her as framing her and let Lee catch her red handed was a lot of work for me. Also, I didn't know if Lee would actually punish her or not because he was crazy for her.