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I then shifted the conversation, asking, "Getting off topic for a moment, how are you doing? You seem surprisingly calm after what you told me about Brian and your sister the other day." The change in her expression was immediate; her face softened, and a shadow of hurt crossed her eyes. "I hate Brian and Brandy for what they did to me," she said with bitterness. "I hate my mother even more for always taking my sister's side. I wish they could feel the same pain they’ve caused me." Her voice trembled with emotion as she expressed her feelings.

"If you had been there for Michael, maybe he wouldn't be gone now." Jonathan's heart ached with guilt, his own grief mingling with the weight of his mother's blame. "Mom, I didn't know... I couldn't have known that he was going to be in that situation." “You’re murderer! A killer. I hate you! It’s all your fault.” If words could kill Jonathan would be dead by now. He bit his lower lip and swallowed hard because those were the words he wanted to hear from his own mother. His eyes were a little tearful and like a little child he lookedbat his father asking for help.

I allowed my hands to roam all over her body, both of us, holding each other tightly. I heard Mom shout of ‘wow’ and the shuffling of her feet as she left the garden. I was glad they left, I backed Marie against the wall, I was on a man on a mission and that includes loving Marie Richwoods until the end of time. HATE TO LOVE THE END Thank you all for reading my book till the end. You are free to leave comments. I will like to inform you that a book two of this currently underway and i would let you guys know when i would be posting it.

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- You are not born only to suffer someone else’s destiny. - You’re allowed to choose yourself first—and then choose love anyway. Thank you—for every chapter you read. Every time you rooted for her when she was at her lowest, every “I feel seen” comment, every silent page, turned. You’re the reason I kept pushing this story all the way to its messy, hopeful, second‑chance end. If you enjoyed this world, it would mean a lot if you: - Leave a rating or review Tell a friend who loves stubborn heroines and complicated wolves

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He really changed from an innocent, lazy, and bubbly werewolf into a tough, cold, and hard-as-a-rock werewolf guy. He then remembered someone. It was an incident 15 years ago in human years. ‘I wonder where that little kid is, the reason I have to kill this celebrity woman.’ Kenji thought. He recalled what happened on how he saved a little young girl from dying. ‘I hate that kid, because of her, I suffered a lot. But, I think, I could not blame that kid; she was too young to die. She deserves to live. But I must live too.’’ He then smirked again. “I will do whatever it takes to live and redeem myself.” Kenji mumbled to himself.

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-----eresh pov----- I hate those time na lagi akung umiiyak ng patago, im so scared pero wala ni isa ang kuma-usap sa akin asking me if im okay. I hate it when they say im stupid in my young age, i hate when they cant love me as their daughter. I hate them so much, they taught me the things na hindi dapat para sa akin, i hate it. Ginawa nila ako ng ganito wag silang magtataka kung isang araw ako na mismo ang tatapos sa kanila....

Julian’s POV I watched her walk off, clutching her book in one hand as she stormed off ‘I was just trying to be a good professor’ I thought to myself as a smirk formed on my face. I quickly recollected myself and packed up to go home, to my father’s house, that is. “We are gathered here to read Master Billy Cawthorn’s will” I heard the lawyer say. “Sorry I’m late” I said casually, walking down to where my step mother and her children sat.