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“No. Don’t ‘Sienna’ me. You’ve been avoiding me all day. Hell, I don’t think you’ve looked me in the eye once.” He finally met her gaze then, and for a fleeting second, she saw it—something dark, something conflicted, something **hungry**. But then it was gone, replaced with cold indifference. “This conversation is unnecessary,” he said dismissively, standing. She shot up from her chair, blocking his path. “The hell it is.” His jaw ticked. “Move.” “Make me.” Something flickered in his eyes, a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down her spine. But she refused to be intimidated.

I swore to myself years back that I would make Brian and everyone involved with him suffer and I wasn’t bluffing, but this time around I will not only make it my life mission to make him pay, I will make him wish he never met me. “Give me the damn paper.” I didn’t have much of a choice. Brian was losing his mind and I needed to be alive to get my revenge on him. My eyes glittered when I saw the content of the document.

It's a fatal combination; the syrupiest of voices used to speak the omen of hatred. Erin hated it. He hated every gram attached to V's body, he hated his silken voice, his silken, venomous voice. He had so much hate in his heart, with more to give for the world he deemed wretched. Especially the person who was near him. He had to be near; this game was only released in Korea, Japan, and China, and the thought of a man like him anywhere near him made him sick to the core of his stomach. Even worse, the only people playing this game publicly are testers like Erin, or those rich enough to have early access. It's safe to assume which category the man fell into.

I hated crying in front of him, hated looking weak, but I couldn’t stop it. Zade didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me calmly, and then, before I could protest, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. "Let me go." I mumbled, weakly hitting his chest with my fists, but he didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder this time, but he didn’t flinch, "I hate you for keeping this from me!" I cried, my fists pounding against his chest with more force, but my strength was waning, "I hate you!"

Hated it… and wanted more. ***

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

She didn’t speak. I stepped closer and gently placed both hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled under my touch. “I don’t know if what I feel is hate,” I said. “Maybe it is. But I know I hate how he makes women feel disposable. Like we’re just temporary.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I don’t hate the player,” I whispered. “I hate his game.” Raven sniffled. “And if you can’t separate the player from the game?”