This Hatred and Love are Endless — Novel

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In a world where love and ambition intertwine, Renee’s heart beats against the cold wall of betrayal. After sacrificing everything for Huston, the man she once trusted, she finds herself trapped in a web of deceit, where the throne she thought was promised to her is now claimed by another. As the new Empress, Amy, revels in her power, Renee grapples with the scars of her past—both visible and hidden.

Dreams of a future with Huston slip further away as he remains ensnared by the allure of royalty, ignoring the turmoil brewing in the shadows. Each encounter is a dance of unspoken words and lingering glances, leaving Renee questioning her worth. Can she reclaim the love that once flourished between them, or is she destined to remain a mere specter in his life? With a year of life left and secrets weighing heavily on her heart, the stakes have never been higher.

As court politics swirl around her, Renee must choose between her fading hope for a future with Huston and the bitter reality of her circumstances. Will she find the strength to confront her past, or will she be forced to watch from the sidelines as the life she yearns for slips away forever?

This Hatred and Love are EndlessChapter 1

I still resenting the east wind.

In order to help Huston seize the throne.

I sacrificed myself to be his insider.

Imprisoned and tortured by the queen for five years.

Huston agreed to ascend the throne and proclaimed me as the queen.

Five years later, he successfully ascended to the throne.

I waited for three months.

But another woman's enthronement ceremony was held.

"Renee, your family background is not good, so I have to consider carefully when choosing the empress."

"Rest assured, even if I become a virtuous son, I will not mistreat you."

Later, the new queen secretly humiliated me many times.

He saw it all.

Not a word.

He didn't know.

I was forced to take the poison powder to save him.

Only one year of life left.

***

Indoors, the superior sinking incense lingers.

It had been three months since I left the rotten, foul-smelling dungeon, but I still couldn't adjust to the lavishly adorned room.

Nervously, I tugged at my sleeves, covering the scars on my body.

My body was covered with knife wounds, whip marks, and sword slashes from neck to ankle, all inflicted by the former Empress.

Though much had healed over the past three months, the scars remained.