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"𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you."
His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric,
"I hate you too," he smirks, his voice...
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8 years ago everything in my life was great. I had a happy family, lots of love, and everything felt just perfect. But then, out of nowhere, things turned super dark. It happened on a regular day that suddenly felt all wrong.
The terrible news hit us hard-my mom, the most important person in our family, was gone. It felt like our happy world got wrecked. The home that used to be full of joy now felt empty and sad. Her laughter, her voice, all of it just memories now.
After that awful day, our once-colorful life turned gray. Our house, which used to be lively, felt kinda spooky with her not there. The happiness we had turned into this heavy, sad feeling.
My father was affected the most. He turned into a different person. Everyday he let his anger out on me, no matter how harmful it was, and I let him, because I thought about how much hurt he felt when mamà died, because I damn sure did. I became an assassin, loving the feeling of putting my anger into killing disgusting people.
I then met a man. He was my first everything. My first love, my first heartbreak, everything. We were together for about 2 years. He comforted me, and made me feel loved after everything that happened. Then, one day, during a mission, he bails out on me. He leaves me to die alone. After that I never seen him again. He disappeared into thin air.
I swore to myself everyday that I'd find him and kill him for breaking my heart.
But why is it that when he pops back up in my life, I can't seem to keep that promise? Why does it fucking hurt to hate him?
CURRENTLY REVISING THE BOOK!!! chapters will be back up soon.
