Empire of Hate (Empire, #3)

by Rina Kent

“It’s sir to you.” He opens the balcony door. “And I’m hungry. Make the dinner quick.” I wish I could make his death quick, but oh well, it doesn't work that way in real life.

I shouldn’t miss that damn jerk. Not when he’s made it his mission to turn my life into a colossal hell. But the emptiness I experienced these past two days are worse than a tomb’s silence.

I really wish she had a little more self respect, he’s done nothing but show her how little he cares about her for the past 21 years.

Ever since he expressed being disgusted with wanting me, he’s made it a point to flaunt all the girls in my face as if they were Prada bags.

Honestly what is there to like about this guy?

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

Is she yours though? 21 years of you treating her like shit says otherwise.

“I don’t like the people there. That once included you, by the way.”

He is just so swoon worthy

“Daniel!” “What?” “You were interested?” “Maybe.” “Maybe isn’t an answer.” “It’s the only one you’ll get.” That still paints a smile on her lips; one with blushing cheeks and glittering eyes, and I make it my mission to preserve that smile for as long as I can.

He gives her scraps and she eats them up. Ugh.

Maybe I can go to another country and not be forced into a place where my only ally is probably Daniel’s dick.

Preach