To Hate Adam Connor Novels & Stories

Then, he bowed and left. The man leaned back on the recliner, his lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze darkened. "Very soon, I'll ruin your life and your family's lives. I'll make you all pay for what you have done to my family." He took a sip of wine beside him and sighed deeply.

was my Dad shameless reply, he immediately dropped the tea cup he was holding, went to the sofa to pick up his bag to make his escape “But Mrs. Adams is not my parent you are?, and besides why should I be the one to tell her that, even if she is to make an appearance you should be the one to tell her that, you are older “ I said not willing to drop the matter I walked up to him with a total innocent expression, giving him an expression of a child that was being maltreated to make him feel guilty but my Dad trust me was just a willing donor of sperm to make me, he does not have a single parental bone in his body, I was defeated outright “Honey I got to go, I will email her when I get to work”

How Mira kept trying to be civil. When I finally finished speaking, the table fell silent. Then Connor laughed. Not because it was funny. Because he was an idiot. "Brother." He shook his head. "You're handling this wrong." I already hated where this was going. "Women don't respect nice guys." There it was. The stupid. Right on schedule. Connor leaned forward. "You should stop being available." "That's ridiculous." "No, it's strategy." "It's manipulation." "It's effective." "It's immature."

I said. "Tolerate who?" My heart jumped as I heard the deep voice of the devil himself. How much did he hear? I hope all of it because I want him to know he was the thorn to my side. "I was just telling Jessica how much I want you to get mauled by a bear," I said nonchalantly. "Dayum Adams, that's harsh," Connor let out a hearty laugh. His green eyes sparkled. I see the appeal now. The bastard had an attractive laugh.

His mean words exposed the fragility of the relationship between Hilda and her family. "Do you think Connie really loves you? No! Just like Adrian, she only loves herself! Whoever gets in her way, she will kill that person, even if that person is her own kid! In her eyes, you are no more important than a pile of dust! Adrian should have been killed a long time ago. It serves him right that he's infertile! That woman had done everything she could to win his heart and acquired everything he desired for him!" The imposter growled, trying to vent his resentment before he were to die. Although he had lost his mind, his hatred was real.

“I was kept away from you. They didn’t tell me the truth. I would have been there if I had known!” “Liar!” Connie shouted, making people turn to look at us. “You’re not my dad. My dad is Mr Ivan Sinclair.” I felt Daniel’s eyes flick toward me, filled with pain, but I didn’t move. “Connie,” I said gently. “Listen to him.” “No. I hate him. I hate this.” He pushed his chair back and stood, his small fists clenched. The waitress came by, uncomfortable. Daniel quickly waved her off. He reached for Connie but the boy pulled back like he had touched fire.

Connor said, looking away. He needed to give her that respect even though it was laughable, judging from what he had done to her in the past. "Oh, you really have the guts to say that after what you have done? Aren't you a hypocrite after all Connor," she scoffed. In that moment, Connor was ashamed because he knew she was right. There was no excuse for his behavior and he hated knowing that he had caused her to be this vile to him. He had bred her, turned her to be this monster she was and it killed him to know that she might not change at all.

"I don't hate him." Phoebe stared at him in disbelief. He didn't hate Connor? Had she misread everything? Because based on what she'd seen regarding his attitude toward Connor, she couldn't see even a hint of not despising him. Just as she was at a loss, Gideon added, "He revolts me." Connor had revolted him since they were kids, and the feeling only deepened over time. Phoebe was dumbfounded. It took her several seconds to digest the disjointed statements. So, being disgusted was even worse than hating Connor.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.