The Way I Hate You Novels & Stories

I hear her say turning back to my direction " you heard me. I said you are fucking pathetic, imagine you throwing yourself at a man who does not even want to you. The earlier you understand he loves me and me alone then the better for you. Come to think of it you had your chance, but all you did was blow it right? So you do not get to blame another person for your own misfortune. " shut the fuck up you bitch" I hear her say while coming at me angrily before we suddenly heard the sound of gunshots coming from outside whichadd her suddenly stop

Lilith’s Pov Everybody clapped as Killian kissed me. I couldn’t even smile. Not after what he whispered to me. Not after those cruel, bitter words sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my cheeks, but I quickly wiped them off, not wanting anyone to see me break. I looked up at him. There was no love in his eyes. Just hatred. Cold, dark hatred. He hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was going to show it. He was going to be cruel. He meant every word he said.

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

Because it doesn’t matter now. I am sorry for being selfish . I’m sorry for letting you down and leaving you. You have every right to hate me for leaving you when I know you need me the most. But I never regret marrying Amaan. He is my soul, my everything, without whom I won’t be alive.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

The impact sent a jolt up my arm, my bones rattling as she held me there, unmoving. “I hate you,” I screamed, the words ripping out of my chest until my throat burned. “I hate that you’re standing here! I hate that you’re breathing. I hate that you didn’t fucking die! You should be dead! You should have fucking stayed dead!” The rage kept burning through me and pouring out of me, ugly and uncontrollable. “You ruined everything, you stupid bitch. Everything! I should have killed you myself! I should have made sure you never got back up! I should have watched the life drain out of you!”

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

Completely lost in whatever thoughts had hijacked his mind. “I hate you,” I said suddenly. His hand stilled on the glass. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look shocked. He just leaned back slowly in his chair, tilting his head, that same unreadable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I know,” he said simply. “The feeling’s mutual.” It wasn’t defensive or condescending. It was more like he had effortlessly expected nothing less from me. Believing that being hated was just the cost of being Lucian Montgomery. A known fact he had convinced himself about.

Maybe the fact I missed his important dinner. I bow my head with respect as he continues to hit me. "You fought your twin? Why? For a mere chaff!!!" He landed another whip on me. "I hate that you're this son I now need." This word sounded more loudly my ears. 'I HATE YOU'RE THE SON I NOW NEED' He never liked me, just Using me, what more do I have to gain for him to like me genuinely. "How dare you hit your brother for a woman? Who is she!!! You're ready to destroy your family for an outsider???"

“The reason my one wish, the wish to finally be free, was taken from me.” My fists clench. “Can you stop pretending everything is fine?! Don’t follow me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Do whatever you want without involving me. I hate you. Don’t you understand that?” “You hate me that much?” he asks, calm but oddly curious. “I hate you for hurting my best friend!” I step closer, raising my voice. “I hate you for ruining my life!” My second finger rises unconsciously, counting my grievances. “I hate you for taking everything from us—our property, our home, our wealth!”