They Hated Him For He Told The Truth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Probably the quickest out of everyone that knows. His eyes fell open, remembering how he had reacted when Aaron and Darius had first spilled the truth. It was hard to believe, but he had seen it for himself, a little too close to leave room for any doubt. **Doesn't he hate me for not telling the truth? For keeping something like that away from him?**

I hated him. I hated myself more.

I hate him so much. With anger in my heart, I ripped out the sheets and threw out everything one after the other. All these while, he had only told me that he loved me because he wanted to have sex with me. He never cared about my feelings and neither did he care about me. He lied over and over again even after telling me that he loved me. How could he be so cruel and wicked. I hate him. I hate him so much.

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."

She let out a jagged breath, "do you honestly hate me so much even though you don't know me?" She wasn't going to like my honest answer but it was the truth that couldn't be changed. Grinding my teeth, I answered, "Yes, I hate you that much. Every time I look at you, I remember who you are and it makes me hate you even more. But, if you want truth and honesty then you won't give a fuck about that. Keep your eyes on the prize, Quinn."

“Later. I'm not in a hurry or anything like that. You've been crying? Your face is all red, and I don't like that. It's him, right?” “It was a long conversation and he hurt my feelings but I'm fine now, since you've agreed to let me come with you again.” “Do you still love him?” That question burned. I just sat, paused, expressionless and emotionless. Yes. The answer is yes, as bad as it was but there was no way I was going to tell him that. “If there's a word stronger than hate, that's what I feel for him. I hate him so much.” I lied through my teeth, hoping he wouldn't catch on and even if he did, that he wouldn't talk about it.

I had truly lov ed him until he taught me how to hate.

She hated him… For not loving her as much as she loved him…She hated him… For not trying to rekindle the bond between them when it faltered…she hated him… For choosing someone so close to her…she hated him… For making her feel this much pain…she hated him… For everything; the bad and even the good…she hated him! She hated him! She hated him! But sadly, that hate couldn’t measure up to the love she had for him… Damn…why was it so painful? She had known it was going to happen, she had foreseen it, but even so, she was not prepared for it.

For a moment I just stared at him like I didn't hear what he just said. He knows. He finally knows that I wasn't lying. “I told you…I told you, but you wouldn't believe me.” “This changes nothing Raven. I still hate you and nothing can change that," “You're so stupid." I couldn't help myself, I had to say it. “Say that again," he growled as he took a threatening step towards me but I stood my ground. “You're so stupid. You're just so blinded by your hatred that you've refused to see the truth. Have you ever asked yourself, what if my mother wasn't responsible for what everyone says she did?” I asked as I looked him straight in the eyes.

His hand was shaking violently as he stared at me. He was desperately searching my face for any hint, any crack that might suggest I was lying. He could have accepted it if this was just vicious revenge, a lie I'd spun to torture him. The one thing he couldn't accept was that it was the truth. Because if it was true, then all his hatred for the last seven years, all the killing, all the motivation that had driven him from the streets to the Don's throne, was a joke. A complete and utter joke.