Until Our Hatred Becomes Love

“Let me go. Don’t make me hate you more.”

Adelheid might be playing the part of Duchess consort to repay a debt, but she had no intention of ever loving Klaus.

The lord of the north, with his charming face. But his reckless behavior was anything but noble.

For Adelheid, raised as a proper lady her whole life, dealing with a duke like him was always a struggle.

They were just using each other.

So this couldn’t possibly be love.

“You’re precious to me,” Klaus said.

The more she fell for him, the deeper she got, the worse everything became.

Like a fire, she couldn’t control.

“Was there ever another consort besides you?”

Klaus pressed his lips to her neck, his voice fierce.

“I want every breath you take. How is this not love?”

“You’re completely insane…”

You’ve made it clear, in the worst way possible.

All that’s left between us is hate.