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Ethan Leo, CEO of the Leo Empire, was infamous for his cold-hearted nature, shaped by the loss of his mother at a tender age. Love was a foreign concept to him until Sasha unexpectedly entered his life, igniting a passion he couldn't ignore. Determined to possess her, Ethan found an opportunity to make Sasha his, when she crossed paths with his Mafia cartel. Unbeknownst to all, Ethan's public facade masked a darker identity: Hades, the mastermind behind the world's most notorious criminal syndicate.

A cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

A journey of the unknown, of the great mysteries of the son of an exiled young master. "Hate You to Love" is a story that explores the complex nature of love and the emotions that come with it. And a journey of how Jon discovered the mystery behind his parent's misfortune. Are they dead or alive? Can he discover his hidden identity and his mythical strength or is he gonna remain human for the rest of his life? Can Rose and Jon be together again or is this the end of their beautiful love life...??????

Prologue “We can’t be together,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You are my destruction.” Tears burned her eyes as she shook her head, stepping closer even though it felt like standing at the edge of a blade. “And you… are my ruin too.” The words tasted like a goodbye neither of them could accept. They were bound by something older than choice, older than mercy. A curse carved into blood and grief, waiting patiently for the moment they would finally meet. They were never meant to love safely. And if they ever surrendered to it— One would die. The other would be destroyed by love. The curse waited patiently. And destiny, cruel and inevitable, had already begun to pull them closer.

I was born into a line of vampire hunters, but I was hopeless at it. I couldn't pass a single trial, couldn't make a single kill, so my family dumped me in the countryside and left me to rot. When they brought me back at eighteen, they packaged me up and handed me to the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein as his lowest blood-slave. I had already made my peace with being drained dry and tortured to death. He turned out to be nothing like what I expected. He built me a villa with good light. Every morning before dawn he went out to the garden and picked flowers still wet with dew, and left them by my pillow. When his family ordered him to kill me, he gave up five hundred years of glory for my sake. He surrendered his power, his title, his castle. He traded everything he had to keep me safe, and in the end he ran with me, away from the whole vampire world. But there was a curse in my blood. Every time I let myself feel something for him, it punished me, gnawing my heart to pieces one inch at a time. So all I could do was call him useless, force him to buy me jewelry, drive him away from my bed, and humiliate him every way I knew how. He ended up living in the garage, hauling cargo to survive, supporting a spoiled, vicious wife who treated him like dirt. One night I crept into his little partition and pulled back his collar. There was a burn the length of my hand, gotten from hauling freight day and night just to buy me a gift. I hid in the bathroom and ran the tap to cover the sound of crying. Dabbing ointment on the wound, sniffling, I asked the thing in my blood: "Curse. When is he finally going to hate me and leave?" The curse looked at the back of his hand, wet where my tears had fallen, then at the faint tremor of his lashes, and sighed. He's going to love you for the rest of his life.