Story By Summer Gold
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Summer Gold

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I am a passionate romance writer who enjoys creating emotionally driven stories filled with strong characters, slow-burn relationships, and unexpected plot twists. I have been writing online for several years and continue improving my craft with every new novel. My goal is to create unforgettable romance stories that keep readers emotionally invested from beginning to end.
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The Husband I Hate
Updated at Sep 16, 2026, 04:10
PROLOGUEMy back hits the wall before I even realize Kane has cornered me.His hand wraps gently around my waist, pulling me close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body."So..." he murmurs, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "What exactly do you want?"I glare up at him."I wasn't asking for anything.""No?" His eyebrows lift. "Then why have you been staring at my lips for the last five minutes?""I was not!""Liar.""I was trying to figure out why they're so annoyingly smug."A chuckle escapes him."That's not what your eyes were saying."I hate that stupid grin.I hate how calm he looks.I hate how every time he gets this close, my heart completely ignores my brain."Move," I mutter."Make me."I roll my eyes."You've become unbelievably full of yourself.""I wasn't like this before?""You were worse.""And yet..." He leans in just enough for his breath to brush against my face. "...you're still standing here."I swallow."You're impossible.""So I've been told."His gaze drops to my lips."So..." he whispers. "Do you want that kiss or not?"Heat rushes to my cheeks."I'd rather kiss a wall.""Hm."He pretends to think."A shame."He starts pulling away.Almost without thinking, my fingers grab the front of his shirt.Kane freezes.Those piercing gray eyes slowly meet mine.Then, a satisfied smirk spreads across his face."I thought you hated me."I quickly look away."I still do," I snap."Really?""Yes.""Then why are you stopping me from leaving?"Silence.His grin only grows wider."Cute."My glare returns instantly."Don't flatter yourself.""Oh, kitten..."He gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear."...you're the one making this very difficult."Right, Because before I ever wanted his kiss...I wanted to kill him.
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