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She even had a better car than me, I hate her, I hate her so damn much. And now... I find she's also the writer of my favorite books! Fuck this! Fuck everyone, I hate my damn life. "Why did it have to be you? Out of the millions of people in this whole fucking world, why did it have to be you? You know how much I despise you? It wasn't enough for you to come back to town and steal Logan, and my friends, my lifestyle, now you have to steal my joy for reading? I hate you, Sophie Patterson. I fucking hate you!" I yelled my lungs out, unaware cameras were rolling, filming, and snapping pictures of me and Sophie.

But instead I whispered, shaking, “I hate you.” His jaw clenched, his knuckles white. His lips trembled, but his voice came steady. “Then hate me. But don’t you dare leave me.” I turned my face to the window, choking on my sobs. Because I already had. END OF CHAPTER 88

everything inside me shifts. My wolf won't stay still. It paces, restless and angry, clawing at the inside of my skin. It growls low in my chest. I press my hand against my sternum like I can silence it. But I can't. The closer she is, the worse it gets, until that hunger eases just enough for me to think again. "I hate her," the words taste bitter. She is the traitor's daughter. Roman wasn't just my brother. He was everything I looked up to.

The life she had thrown away was being lived fully and honestly by two people who had chosen each other without strategy or calculation and she could not stand it. This was not love. This was not desperation. This was not even greed exactly. This was arson. The specific deliberate act of a woman who had decided that if she could not have the thing she could at least make sure nobody else had it in peace. I looked at the article one more time. Then I put my phone down. And I began to think about what came next.

Her fragile whisper still hung in the air when he violently snatched the photo frame she was holding. "Kabir Hashmi," his voice laced with malice, echoed. The hatred he had meticulously kept caged was finally poised to be unleashed. The moment he had walked in and seen her touching the photo frame, his rage had peaked and exploded inside him. Had his foster brother, Ayaan, not demanded restraint, Kabir would have already killed Ziniya for daring to touch Raina’s picture. As if on cue, Kabir’s phone rang. Without glancing at the caller ID, he answered, “Ayaan.”

“You really hate me, don’t you?” I laugh, the sound bitter and empty. “Are you just getting the message now? I hated you before I even knew your name. The moment I learned about your club, I hated you. Nothing changes that. You repulse me.” His eyes widen in shock, just for a second, but I don’t care. He needs to understand—I want nothing to do with him. He’s done enough damage, and I refuse to let him drag me down further. I need him gone, and I need him gone now.

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"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

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