Something Like Hate by Harloe Rae


Reclusive Standalones

Redefining Us

Forget You Not



#BitterSweetHeat Standalones

Gent

Miss

Lass



Silo Springs Standalones

Breaker

Keeper

Loner



Total Standalones

Watch Me Follow

Ask Me Why

Left for Wild

Leave Him Loved

Something Like Hate





To BB and Lacie for always graciously swooping in.

And for the inner Vannah in all of us. Bring on the snark!





“Consequences” by Camila Cabello

“Lost Without You” by Freya Ridings

“I Hate You, I Love You” by Gnash & Olivia O’Brien

“Build a Bitch” by Bella Poarch

“Only Love Can Hurt Like This” by Paloma Faith

“Bad” by James Bay

“When Was It Over?” by Sasha Sloan & Sam Hunt

“Sabotage” by Bebe Rexha

“My Ex’s Best Friend” by Machine Gun Kelly

“Burning Fire” by Camino

“Paradise” by Bazzi

“Wrong Direction” Hailee Steinfeld

“River” by Tom Gregory

“The Difference” by Daya

“Déjà vu” by Olivia Rodrigo

“American Cliché” by Finneas

“Missing Piece” by Vance Joy



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“I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I’ve never been a good liar.”

That’s his initial offense against me.

Don’t worry—there’s plenty more where that came from.



Landon Winters is colder than his last name suggests.

Cruel and callous too.

He’s a billionaire by his own making—not satisfied with simply inheriting a white collar and silver spoon.

Landon’s arrogance is so thick I could choke on the stench alone.

He’s also responsible for gouging a jaded chip to my shoulder.



The only saving grace is never having to see him again.

Wishful thinking is a fickle beast.



My boss just announced that Landon is my latest client.

I’ll need to impress him or kiss my promotion goodbye.

Either way, this is my chance to get even.



Revenge is all I see.

The price for redemption is steep.

Landon will pay a small fortune in humiliation.

And I’ll walk away filthy rich in vindication.





“All rise.”

A chorus of creaks from the wooden pews responds to the pastor’s command as the guests stand in a fluid formation. The entire crowd turns toward the sealed barricade on the rear wall, bated breath stalling in our lungs. This is that precarious moment we’ve been on the literal edge of our seats for. Or on our aching feet, for those of us in the bridal party. In my case, I’m wobbling on the point of my stiletto in greedy anticipation.

With a rusty groan, the doors open to reveal a beautiful vision in white. I practically melt into the altar at the sight. Elegant lace and silky satin sweeps down the aisle, following the trail of glittering rose pedals. My cousin is getting married—finally, many would say. But I’m the type that appreciates Ashlee’s patience.

Her family almost wrote her off as a spinster at the ripe age of twenty-nine. Ashlee didn’t give in when her parents put on the pressure, though. She waited until the right groom came along. Based on her demure smile dipped in sordid intentions, I’d say she found her prince. And she’s not the only one ensnared in this whimsical cloud. Josh’s stare is the epitome of enraptured. I can feel the electricity pumping between them as the tether gets shorter with every measured step. How does a love of this caliber feel? They’re giving me a new standard to strive for, and I always meet my goals.

A string quartet is playing the procession, coming to an end as Josh eagerly steals Ashlee from her father’s grip. He spared no expense for his only daughter. Renting the ritziest hotel downtown was expected. There are no less than four ice sculptures waiting for us in the ballroom. The band is local and famous, no doubt costing a small fortune. A catered meal from the most popular chef Minnesota has to offer. Pretty sure the cake has seven tiers. Just thinking about the final bill for this shindig makes me wince.

I dap at my stingy eyes while the ceremony passes without a hitch. The happy couple seems to be pushing the service along faster than we rehearsed. Vows are exchanged and rings are slipped over knuckles by trembling fingers.