Empire of Hate (Empire, #3)

by Rina Kent

It doesn’t matter how many years pass or how old she gets, Nicole was and always will be beautiful. The provocative type.

It’s strange how years and events can change a person. How our perspectives can flip one hundred eighty degrees as if it exists in a parallel universe.

“You have the beauty of a fucking angel, Peaches.” He rests his chin on my stomach, his eyes clashing with mine for a brief second. “Too bad you possess the personality of the bloody devil.”

I stay. I wait. In the midst of the chaos, the fire, the firefighters. I sit there and wait. And wait. But Daniel never came back for me. And just like that, I’ve become invisible again.

Eww. Someone call the cringe police.

But I promise to change if you teach me how.

Just like back then. It’s ending before it even started.

Unrequited love hurts. No matter how much I try to hide it, it escapes to a deeper part of me and remains hauled in there,

I fall to the floor and cry the hardest I ever did. I don’t grieve us, not when we didn’t even exist. I finally grieve myself.

whether it’s the shattering of hope or the scary reminder that I wasted my youth loving someone who would never love me.

I’m sorry you loved me.