To Love Is To Hate

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curb. When Robin saw the license plate, his excitement was spread across his face. Only one person in the Impe

e approached the car. "Mr. Yves, what an hon

len

voice laced with feigned sweetness. "Mr. Yv

thi

onfused glances.

s' personal assistant. Robin's face lit up, clearly thinking Jamal had been se

ant Lewis, it's

him. Instead, he walked past Ro

froze, stunne

slightly, "Mr. John Yves has sent me

t the mention of his name. He was my grandfather's old fri

andfather Yves had worn for years. There was no doubt ab

er Yves, I nodded. "

ng it in the car's trunk. He opened the b

I noti

e a crisp white shirt, buttoned to the top. His long legs were folded, a

ally looked up, his deep

nstead of Grandfather," he s

shing back. This was my fiancé, the man my grandfathe

ing there, dumbstruck. Jamal's respect toward me and the way they were ignored, it was a slap in the face

the boy I remembered. Taller, sharper, more composed. I wondered i

ts. He raised an eyebrow and, with a voice

pped. Of course

ogether by our grandfathers' friendship. Saint had often visited with his grandfather,

didn't seem to like it any more than I did. He grew distant, cold even, especially when h

out, he cornered me, his eyes cold and accusing. He'd said I must have lost my mind if I thou

his studies abroad. We ha

he boy I once knew. He had changed so much and y

ced that Saint eyes hadn't returned to his documents since I'd gotten in. Instead

ence. "A little wild cat did that," he said, r

as from years ago when, in the heat of an argument, I'd

could have easily gotten rid of

t me. But before I could get lost in my thoughts, his voice cut

e Lisa' after all these years made my heart stutter.

e window, I glimpsed the sprawling estate, an elegant lake, lush gardens filled with rare

a group of servants stood beside an olde

e car and rushed ove

ped my hand tightly. "Ah, Lis

lt in years, made my eyes sting with u

! But look at you, so thin.

always had a way of making me feel

and and sighed. "Lisa, I've been away, sick for so long. As soon as I returned, I heard about the Giovanni family'

Tears welled in my eye

patting my hand, his voice full of

who sat quietly beside me. "Lisa, do you remember Saint? Y

. I managed a polite nod, though Saint remained c

ued, a twinkle in his eye,

ekindled any warmth on the drive here. Saint probably still held a

bled, trying to k

is dark eyes lingering on me for a

"Good! That settles it. Now I can rest

ed. "Grandfather,

r marriage years ago! And now it's time to make it official. How about

ed. "Grandfather,

ave much time left. If you and Saint formalize things now, I can leave knowing yo

could escape. I looked at Saint, silently pleading for him to step

serious as he met Grandfather's eyes. "All right

at him,

was ha