Empire of Hate (Empire, #3)

by Rina Kent

Loving something that hurts you is also an unhealthy obsession, I think.

Daniel can be the worst boss to ever exist, but I won’t break. Not after I’ve come this far.

Nicole isn’t the type who’d settle for being anyone’s side anything. She’s the main course. The highlight of a show. The film’s premiere.

He’s still the boy who gave me malevolent butterflies and caused my heart to be dangerously wild by merely existing.

“You think I would mistake you for anyone when you’re driving me fucking nuts?”

He kisses me like he wants to ruin me and worship my body at the same time. He kisses me like I’m his arch-enemy and only friend.

He’ll wish he’d never touched what’s fucking mine.

This beautiful man is mine. All mine.

I don’t grieve us, not when we didn’t even exist. I finally grieve myself.

“I became obsessed with you since you gave me that snow globe and laid your head on my thigh. That obsession turned to hatred and fascination over the years. I hated myself because I wanted you more than I wanted anything. I hated myself for never being able to move on from you, for avoiding all blondes because they reminded me of you. So the thing is, you never gave me a choice. The memory of you followed me everywhere like a ghost, or an angel, I’m not sure which. It’s hard to hate you and even harder to forget you, but loving you was the easiest thing that I’ve ever done. It was natural, inevitable, and fucking infinite.” My lips part open

“I did,” he whispers. “When you thought I wasn’t looking. You were the only person I had trouble looking away from.”