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she close her eye like remembering the event " was it bad to want a parents love. I wish she could show me half the love your mom showed you. If you're wondering why I hated you so much, I swear I have never hated you. I just hate the way my mom love you more than me, her own daughter. Anytime we go back home after visiting you guys, my mom always brag how she wished you were her daughter instead of me " " I hate it when she say such thing. I felt like hurting myself to stop the pain and the anguish feeling I had. I always question myself that what wrong have I done to my mother to make her hate me so much" she look at me with eyes full of tears.

----------------------- Matt knocked tersely on the door to his mother’s home and issued a clipped demand to see her when one of the maids answered the door. A moment later, as he paced the floor of the receiving room, his mother hurried in, her brow wrinkled in concern. “Matt? Is something wrong? You didn’t call to tell me you were coming.” She said. He stared at her, wondering how he could be so blind about the woman who’d given birth to him. There was no doubt she’d always been self-centered, but he’d never considered her malicious enough to harm an innocent woman. Even now, after everything that had happened, he was at a loss for words. How could he possibly convey the depth of his hatre

I would flinch every time he raised his hand because I knew how much he liked taking out his anger on me. He hated me because I wasn't his, and what hurt the most was that my mom hated me, too. She just couldn't tell me because she was my mom. She never wanted to be a mom in the first place. To her, it was like I ruined her life. I couldn't understand why someone would be a mom if they knew it's not what they wanted. Neglecting your child due to your own mistakes seemed like such a weak thing for someone to do. I didn't know she hated me, though. All I ever wanted was her love. I wanted her to be happy to be my mum, and she never did.

Leaving with her a teary-eyed Maya. I take a bite into my apple and the crunch knocks Maya out of her pity party. She wipes the tears from her eyes and turns to me with her chin up high and I smile. Looks like the little bird is getting her wings back. "Why does your mother hate me so much?" "My mother is like a child," I tell her truthfully. "She needs constant love and attention and when she doesn't get it she takes it out on whoever she can. Garret loves you more than the world itself. Gia wants to be the only one he sees like that." I shrug. "You're just the one that gets to suffer for her abandonment issues."

Dax added angrily. My mother turned back to me. “Is this what you want? Is this truly what you want?” My mom asked me. I shook my head. “Let’s settle this amicably, Mom. You have to calm down, you both are talking out of anger,” I said. “I hate you, Raven! I hate the day that I gave birth to a disgrace like you! I should have rather killed you!” My mother spat out angrily. I staggered backward, not believing what I had just heard.

“WHY?! Why do you hate me so much? WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUUUCH!” “What is all this?” Father enters the room, but I’m in a frantic state. “I will not let you hurt me ANYMORE!” I scream. “Meryl, what is going on?” Father looks at Mother. “This little… bitch! I never should’ve had you! You’re the bane of my existence!” she screams, the knife flashing in her hand. She lunges, but Father grabs her, pulling her back. “Meryl!” “Why? What have I done to make you hate me so much?” My voice cracks as the words spill out. Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t look away. “I refuse to live like this. You will never touch me again!”

It felt like drowning, like being torn apart from inside. “I can’t... I can’t breathe,” I said between sobs, holding onto my mother’s blouse. Her arms held me tight, and I felt her own tears falling on my hair. “Don’t listen to him, my sweet girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. “He’s wrong about everything. You are not a disgrace. You are my precious daughter, and I love you more than my own life.” “But why?” I cried, pulling back to look at her through my tears. “Why does he hate me so much? What did I do wrong? What’s so terrible about me that even my own father can’t stand to look at me?”

“Just when I thought I could breathe…” I let out a broken laugh. “His mother arrived.” I shook my head slowly. “I always heard people say that if your parents don’t love you, maybe your mate’s family will. That his mother would become the one who gives you all the love you never had.” My chest tightened painfully. “But that woman hates me. She despises me. She wants another woman for her son.” “I don’t even know what I did to her,” I whispered. “What did I do to deserve such hatred?”

"Scared of what?" "Of how much I actually wanted him." She met my eyes. "You think you hate Zayden. But you don't.” “Yes, I do.” I snapped now. “You don’t know me so you don’t know how I feel. Zayden killed my mother. Ruined my family. Ruined me. I hate him more than anything. So don’t ever tell me that again.” “I won’t.” She raised her hand in surrender. “But how long are you going to keep telling yourself that?”

The moment he left the room, the weight of the revelation hung heavy on me—but a small part of me felt lighter. The truth was painful, but it was a step toward healing. I’d always wondered why I had to be different and utterly alone back at home. Why my so-called mother never loved me. It all turned out that she hated me, just like she hated my mother. Hatred really seeped through their bone marrows. Vivian fought my mother—taking her life because of a man. And her daughter, Elenor, fought with me over Drake. The apple doesn’t fall far from its tree. She really was her mother’s daughter.