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There was no more reason for him to keep on living. He had lost everything, his job, his mum, his happiness, his revenge on the famous yet mysterious XD. **** “XD?” A voice called out subtle to the man who was drinking his cup of whiskey and also had a cigar in his hand. The man obviously in the shadows chuckled and spurn his chair around and looked at the intruder in front of him. “You got a death wish coming here to meet me in my own territory, you know that right?” XD replied as he puffed out the smoke from his mouth and exhaled watching it disperse in the wind.

CHAPTER 3:A NERVE-WRECKING SURPRISE. *DAMIEN* I hate helping anyone out. I always minded my own business but when I passed by and saw her completely helpless. Crying and helpless. For the first time in my life,I wanted to help someone. She's beautiful... I've met a lot of women...all my past submissives are gorgeous but this woman is beautiful in a unique way. I let go of her and moved back. I'm not like this.

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

Sienna’s jaw clenched. He leaned in, his lips brushing just below her ear. “Tell me,” he whispered, “is it from the cold… or is it from my touch?” Her stomach flipped violently. God, she hated him. “I hate you,” she bit out, but the words held no venom. Alessandro chuckled. Deep. Amused. Infuriating. “Liar.” His hands drifted lower, sliding over the curve of her waist. Then lower. Resting at the base of her ass.

His whole body was trembling. "So, Mr. Adrian Alan Johnson, now you know that I was right?" The voice inside his head was alive again. "I... She... she hates me," Adrian said in a painful voice, crying. “ I know. I always knew. What did you think? That she'd just forgive you and you can be at peace? Poor Adrian. You still think you deserve to be at peace, huh?” The voice inside his head was getting stronger. Adrian didn't answer. He started rubbing one of his hands with the other, frantically trying to soothe his racing heartbeat. He suddenly stood up and ran toward the drawer, searching for the whiskey bottle.

He hissed. "Great! I guess it's better for you to think of me like that. You want me to stop right? I'll stop." I said looking straight into his eyes. He looked at me with an unreadable expression. "When I walk out from this door, I will stop bother you. I won't appear in front of you again. I hope you're happy Christian Russo, it was hell for liking you and thanks for giving me the understanding of not to fall in love with an asshole!" I said in a cold tone, I unlocked the door and walked out. Time to move on.

I even added a love diagram on top of it. I threw the book on the ground as I sighed. I feel like I am going insane. I thought about tomorrow and I can't help but think of them watching the fireworks as they kiss passionately. They are even walking down the pathway of the night street as they hold hands. Oh God! I am insane. Insane or not, I need to stop them from going tomorrow and it's all because I know Hilary is a witch, that's all. I have a long nose right now.

“You wanted my virginity, yeah, you’ve had it. Good luck, humping your pillows all night.” I turned on my heels about to leave the office, but I heard the sound, before I understood that I was being slammed against the wall. My front pressed against the wall, as he twisted one of my arms behind my back while he held the other to the wall. “From some of the books I read, I heard hate sex, is better.” He murmured against my ears, and God, my knees grew weak and my heart raced. “Since you hate me so much, sex will be more pleasurable, what do you say? Wanna try it in here?”

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.