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I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

"Of course it's hate, Bree. He threw me away. He let Chloe parade around and he watched his family tear my dignity to pieces, and he walked out. I've spent six years nursing the burns he left on me." "No," Bree countered gently, her eyes locking onto mine with steady, compassionate clarity. "Hatred is cold. Hatred is indifference. What you're carrying right now is white-hot, suffocating, and exhausting because it takes massive amounts of energy to keep that fire burning every single day." I opened my mouth to argue, to list every single grievance, every solitary night I had cried myself to sleep in the dark, but the words caught in my throat.

Her body was completely numb, due to Xavier's cruelty. Xavier left Bianca who could only whimper. Annoyed that Bianca hadn't given him any information, he turned to his friends. "Noah, take care of that woman." After saying that, Xavier nonchalantly left. His emotions were completely out of control in front of Bianca. Even though Xavier is a gentle person with women, it is proven that he is always kind to his mother, sister, and also his lover. But not with Bianca, Xavier just felt all this needed to be done to avenge James' death.

They hit something in you that you didn’t think was possible for anyone. It could possibly be a start for a friendship too but seeing that impulse, that fire in her eyes he could tell it was more than that. Even if it was for hate but one should know not to hate something so much you forget anything else because that is the moment your hate turns into passion, a passion that is like oxygen to you. It's addictive and dangerous. As much as he hated to admit but his view of that Smirnov kid had improved already. If he could get Natalie to open up her darkest secret then he was indeed perfect for her. If Natalie trusted that kid enough then he knew she must love him and he loves her too.

Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

—registered his mind that was seething in hate. After all, he was the boss. He was the one with the power and control. But Sara did not listen to him, of course, she was ignoring him like he was just something annoying. Austin turned red, and his jaw tightened from anger. He was seriously not a fan of being disregarded, and especially disregarded by someone he thought would crawl through the floor to please him. He felt a massive surge to put his dominance out there, to let Sara know who the real boss was and let her know that it was not her.

His face always pissed her off. "You wish." he said looking around like he was trying to locate someone. "Looking for Nora, huh?" Sierra snorted. "You jerk. You can flirt with other girls but not with my best friend Nora. I would not tolerate such rude behavior right in my presence." Zeke didn't reply. Instead, he scoffed loudly with no remorse on his face. Sierra had never been this pissed with anyone in her life before. She left his presence without waiting for a response. When she got to her room, she locked the door.

I breathed, the words out like ash on my tongue. Adrian’s smirk was slow and predatory. What was I expecting. Did I think I could hurt a monster with just those words? He leaned down, with his lips brushing against my ear, and sending that traitorous shiver down my spine only he knew how to do. "Good. Because hate is a passionate emotion, Lana. And It’s almost as consuming as love. And as long as you’re consumed by me, I don't care what name you give it." He let go of my hair and stepped back, checking his watch.

A small smirk appeared on his lips and the emotions in his eyes weren't good. They might not be reflecting hatred or vengeance but what they had in them was more dangerous than that. Because when our most hateful thing becomes our need the outcome can never be fruitful. _____________________________________ Again I am saying don't forget to comment and like. Share your love and support for the book. Do remember hate can never turn into love just like that. It needs to go through a lot of phases before reaching the line of love. And sometimes person fails to cross those phases and never touch the line of love. So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

“I think having fifty million dollars in expansion capital and a partner who hates Adrian as much as I do will give me options I don’t have now. I think becoming so successful that Adrian looks small in comparison will give me leverage. I think that’s how I win.” Marcus sighed. “You’ve changed, Serena. The woman I invested in four years ago was driven by passion for design. By love of creating beautiful things. This woman sounds driven by hate.” “Hate is more powerful than passion. Adrian taught me that. He hated that I existed in his life, so he destroyed me. Now I hate that he took my son, so I’ll destroy him. That’s justice.” “That’s war. And war destroys everyone involved.”