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I hugged her back and said. "So are you." But then, my gaze fell on Amelia, the girl who clearly didn't like me at all. "Hi," I said, extending my hand for a shake, but she just rolled her eyes at me, which made me frown. I turned to David and whispered, "What's her problem?" I guess I wasn't quiet enough because David shot me a glare just as Amelia spoke up, "Should I tell you what my problem is?" I crossed my arms, definitely curious about why she hated me so much. "Spill," I said. She glared at David, about to say something when David interrupted, "Excuse us," and pulled me away to a quieter spot.

I watched him run a hand roughly through his hair, then let out a short, bitter laugh as he stared up at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe what was happening. And suddenly, after all our fights and arguments, I felt something new for the first time, a strange, burning heat I couldn’t even name. Had the air always been this hot? Or was it just him? “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed out a long, heavy breath before looking back down at me. “Do you really hate me that much, Layla?” “Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “I don’t just hate you, Wade. I can’t stand your ego, your attitude, everything about you. You get under my skin like no one else ever could.”

And then— Darkness. A darkness that was about to swallow my entire life. Because Asher Grayson—my stepbrother—wasn't here to play fair. This was a game of revenge. A game of hate. And I was the girl who had never even stepped onto the playground— locked away by the first monster I ever knew. My father.

“You and I—we’re past that.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “Because if we were, your hands wouldn’t be shaking right now.” Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her hand away from the table, hiding it under her lap. I’d hit the nerve I wasn’t supposed to. I stood up, moving around the table until I was beside her. She looked up, startled. I leaned closer, not touching her, but close enough for her to feel my breath. “I know you hate me,” I whispered. “But the thing about hate... is that it doesn’t come without love first.”

Because their only satisfaction comes when someone suffers while love sacrifices, Hatred consumes everything and everyone. “I thought that people could change! That they had good hearts and they were sweet and I was the one doing it all wrong.” I remembered Seven-year-old Danielle who did not understand why her mother would Lock her in her room and not feed her for days, then I remember how I would analyze fourteen-year-old Danielle and try to make sense of why this woman was investing so much in someone she hated so much.

He took a few steps back, "Now tell me, why do you want me dead? Is it personal? Or business?" "It's private" I spat making him chuckle. It wasn't one filled with humor, no, it was a dark, threatening and humorless one. A chuckle that sent shiver down one's spine. "You want to kill me and I'm not allowed to know why?" He asked, "Interesting. It's the first I'm hearing this crap." "Did nobody ever tell you?" I asked, copying his question and mimicking his tone from earlier, "There's a first time for everything."

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

A look of victory showing on his perfect face causing her to grind her teeth with rage. "Your kind sicken me, you never play fair! You are shameless brutes that force yourselves upon normal people. Do you realize how much I detest your kind? I believe the ones like you should be wiped out. You are unworthy to even wear the skin of a human." Her eyes squinted together, pure spite swirling deep within her.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

She nods before glancing at me before closing the door. " so what do i owe this pleasure" he says looking at me. I looked at him Cooley. " Don't toy with me Hades you know why I'm here" i said. He clicked his tongue will shaking his head. "Your time with my Nephew has made you hot tempered and impatient" He said placing both hands on the table. " you returning has a lot of people looking over there shoulders Raven, we know you where with v.a.n.g.u.a.r.d but now your back in the states what game are you playing?.