HATE ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT

The night her mother married into his family, Elle Reeve fell in love at first sight with the cruelest boy she'd ever met — and spent the next ten years trying to hate it to death.

He called her a gold-digger's daughter. She called him brother, once, and watched him laugh. They are not blood, not siblings, not anything the law would name — only two grieving kids who each blamed the other for the parent they lost, and weaponized the war between them to smother a wanting neither could afford.

Ten years later they collide as adults who have perfected their armor — and the truth their families buried is finally clawing its way up: that the mother and father they'd been mourning were the ones who did the leaving, and the people they'd been crucifying were innocent all along.

A slow-burn, dual-wounded forbidden romance about masks, grief, and the difference between hate and the thing that's been hiding underneath it — for readers who like their enemies-to-lovers with a heart.