HIS PERFECT HATE

HIS PERFECT HATE

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To the world, Dante and Dahlia Moretti are the definition of perfection - the power couple everyone envies. A billionaire CEO and his elegant, charitable wife. But behind closed doors, their love story is nothing but a well-rehearsed lie. He can't stand the sight of her. She still loves the man she dreamt of at age 18 who once swore he'd never hurt her. Now they live in a mansion of silence, where every touch burns and every word cuts deeper than a blade. When the world applauds them, Dante smiles. When the doors shut, his voice turns to venom. "You want to know what perfection looks like, Dahlia?" His tone was low, almost calm.. the kind of calm that made her heart race for all the wrong reasons. "It's when I can stand beside you, smile for the cameras, and pretend I don't hate you with every breath I take." Her lips trembled, but her voice didn't. "Then hate me all you want, Dante," she whispered. "At least you still feel something." But hate has a way of twisting into desire, and desire into something even more dangerous. And when secrets resurface, the kind that could ruin reputations, marriages, and hearts, Dante will discover that love and hate aren't opposites at all. They're two sides of the same, burning coin. And Dahlia might just be the fire he never knew would destroy him.
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Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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