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My lovely readers; thank you for accompanying me In reading this book: LOVE IN COAT OF HATE. It's almost three months since I started writing this book, I hope you all enjoy the different characters especially the characters of Lauren and Mandy. You can show your support and love by voting, subscribing, inviting friends, and dropping gems for me I also want to thank all those who voted for me and dropped gems for me, I am grateful. Like I always say, you should try other of my books, like Tangled Life, I am also planning to apply another of my books CEO BOYFRIEND FOR RENT, just maybe, you might like to read it, when it's signed

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, if this is the first of my work you've read, you can try TANGLED LIFE; LOVE IN COAT OF HATE Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

Carolina sat curled up in the velvet armchair beside the fireplace, a book open in her lap but she had not turned the page in ten minutes. Instead, she stared at the words without seeing them. “How am I supposed not to fall for him,” she whispered to herself pressing the book against her chest, “when he notices things like this?” She hated that her heart softened for him, she hated it because Adrian was cruel, cold and dangerous. And yet somehow, he remembered the exact edition of her favorite book, that alone makes her stomach growled. With a sigh, she placed the book down and headed toward the kitchen but she slowed when she heard voices.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

"To the woman who lighthen my dark world, I want you to know that it is coming from the depth of my heart that I love you more than you can ever imagine. I admire every thing about you, my sunshine. You are the gift God had bestowed upon me despite my disobedience to him. He gave me a chance to become a responsible man and father to our future child. Thank you for deeming me worthy to be your man. No shield will come in-between us, even our parents can't go against us, their conflicts should be settled by themselves. My assurance is till death do us path, and that reminds me of my surprise for you tonight. I will pick you up for the private yatch cruise.*Smirks* You don't wanna miss what I p

This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе. Timе sееmеd to splintеr and twist around thеm, еach sеcond an еtеrnity trappеd in thе throеs of unrеlеnting passion. Sarah barеly rеgistеrеd thе sounds bеing torn from hеr own lips – nееdy whimpеrs and guttural moans that sеrvеd as a brеathlеss aria to thе unholy joining of thеir bodiеs.

Hesitantly, I whispered, "I love you too. I still do." We stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of our words heavy in the air. I could feel the tension between us, thick and palpable. It was as if we were standing on the edge of a precipice, unsure of what lay ahead. Before I knew what was happening. Declan grabbed my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips were warm and familiar, and the feeling of his arms around me was like coming home. Tears brimmed in my eyes as we kissed passionately, our bodies pressed together.

Good fucking sight. "Please leave." She keeps her gaze on my hand. "See? Love's not this weak, your love would fight through all these feelings you're feeling right now but you give in to me every time and you feel good while doing it." I tell her, she shifts her eyes to me. "I love Tristan." She says again, more to herself though cause I'm calling bullshit. "Sure you do." I slowly retrieve my hand from her thighs, the movement making my blood rush to my dick.

His face hardened, his disbelief cutting through the tension like a knife "You never said you loved me when we were married, Maria. How much of an idiot do you think I am? You despised me!" "Because that’s what you wanted, George!" I shot back, my voice echoing across the room "You thrive on pain, you revel in torment. And the more I showed you how much I hated you, the more you loved me! Your twisted love language was pain and so was mine, and the more you hurt me, the more my passion for you grew. You never wanted a compliant wife, George. You wanted a defiant woman to break, and it's as twisted for me as it was for you. I love your pain, and I missed it. But I couldn't tell you that. Why