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My claws extended in frustration. I kept flipping through pages. My growl was impatient. To her last written entry. My hackles were raised. "He got hard when he touched me. I saw it. He left because he was ashamed. But I saw it. It was huge. If I had let him… would he have done it? Would he have tossed me onto the same desk and fucked me? Dripped onto my pussy while he forced a pillow beneath my thighs? Or would he have choked me harder while I rode his dick? Would he have let me take his cock down my throat while he came on my face? I should not think of things like this. He hates me. And I should hate him too. There is no way he is into me or I am into him. After all we cannot be anything

Did he not feel the same things I felt when we kissed? “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that,” I say quietly. He doesn’t reply, but instead turns up the music. I can almost feel his hatred and indifference rolling off of him in waves. I decide to take out my e-reader to kill some time. I stare at the pages, not actually reading anything, hoping that maybe I hallucinated my outburst.

Tohya knelt down by Hugin’s side as well next to Ren, saying nothing, a look of understanding in his eyes. Hugin turned glazed and unfocused eyes to the two Phantoms before coughing harshly, hacking up some blood even as he tried to take great gasping breaths. “Damn it…” Hugin coughed. “I…really hate Hati.” Ren and Tohya exchanged looks before turning towards Hugin. There was something in his tone that they didn’t understand. Sure, all members of the Raven’s Gate organisation hates Hati the same way Hati hates Raven’s Gate. But Hugin… There is something about his own hatred for Hati that differs from the other members of Raven’s Gate.

“And so is love.” “Then it’s a good thing I love you.” I tell him softly. “There’s no more room for hate in my heart when it comes to Michael Black. In due time, I’ll learn about this darkness you speak of, but until then, I’m content with the Michael Black I have come to know.” His breath shakes. “And in the days when this Michael Black is nonexistent, Ada, what happens then?” “I’ll be angry and disappointed,” I smack a kiss on his lips with a chuckle. “And I’ll smack you across the face, curse at you…” Michael chuckles, and that warms my heart. “But I will never hate you.”

"I SAID LOOK AT ME “She diverted her eyes towards me scared by my outburst. That is what I want. To see fear on her face because her life is going to be hell since she decided to play this game. I won't let you win over me. "Here" I put a paper on the table and pushed it to her side."This is an agreement between us. Our marriage will only last for one year and we will get a divorce after that. There’s a pre nuptial agreement as well.Sign that too. You will not get any amount of money from me. Understood?"

“Because you don’t want to, Clara. You like the game as much as I do.” “Shut up,” I hissed at the paper, slashing a line across the eyes, defacing it. But it didn’t help. The tears came harder now, blurring the ink as they dripped onto the page. I slammed the book shut, tossing it aside, and curled into myself on the floor, hugging my pillow tight like a lifeline. I pressed my face against it to muffle the sob that tore out of me, raw and guttural. “He’s wrong,” I choked out, shaking my head against the damp fabric. “He’s wrong. I don’t feel anything but hate. Pure, burning hate.”

The word stays there, almost, heavy, irritating, digging in more than it should, and I swallow it down like I do with so many other things, because it’s not worth it, because I can’t, because there are things I simply can’t do without everything falling apart, because hating him isn’t that simple when Sofi is in the middle of it and saying what I really think would cross a line I can’t come back from. So I just nod, controlled, short, and walk past him like none of it gets to me, like he didn’t just say exactly what he needed to get under my skin, even off the ice, like I don’t feel that pressure building in my chest every time I have to keep quiet. Behind me, he laughs, low, confident, almo

The room fell quiet again, except for the hum of the city outside. Hannah moved closer, searching my face. “You hate this.” “You think?” My laugh was bitter, but softer now. “I hate watching you step back into hell and calling it strategy. I hate knowing that bastard touched you tonight. And I hate that you’re right—this might be the only way to win.” Her eyes flickered, that same mix of steel and sorrow. “Then help me win.” For a second, all I wanted was to tell her screw the game, screw Nico, we disappear. I had the resources. The money. I could vanish us both off every grid on the planet. But I knew she wouldn’t go. Running wasn’t in her blood anymore.

And I hate you. The line between his hatred and the confusing, unwanted flickers of something else was becoming dangerously blurred. The game was no longer just about survival and revenge; it was becoming a battle for his own heart, and he was starting to fear he was losing.

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”