HATE ME HARDER (a dark revenge romance)
"But you... you're different. Like I've seen you before."
My heart stutters, sixty-eight beats spiking to eighty. Recognition? Already? No, can't be.
The wig, the makeup, the contacts, it's a fortress. But that "something worse" from earlier surges, a dark undercurrent that makes my skin hum where he touches.
Hate, yes. But laced with a twisted pull, the way a flame draws the moth even as it burns.
Ten years of fantasizing about this moment knife in his gut, twisting slow, and now, with him this close, the emptiness cracks wider, letting in flashes of what could be: not just death, but destruction.
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