The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

Harriet’s eyes grew big with surprise when she caught sight of Tiffany standing beside me. The scene before her was completely unbelievable. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. But who cared anyway?

The air seemed to freeze around Harriet, and her mind was obviously racing to make sense of the whole situation. Just by looking at her, I could tell her heart pounded in her chest, with a mix of emotions flooding her head.

Harriet’s gaze zipped between Tiffany and I, and she was probably going crazy right now, obviously searching for answers that seemed to shuffle out of her grasp. And I have to say, I loved this scene. How she was open–mouthed, submerging in exhilarating shock.

Tiffany broke the hug, and turned to look at Harriet. Harriet quickly marched closer, and dragged Tiffany from me. I wanted that, but not this way.

Harriet’s sudden outburst of aggression left me completely stunned. She forcefully slapped Tiffany, not just once, but twice, and it was just so wild.

Of course, I clearly understood why she would resort to such violent behavior. But she went a little bit

far.

Tiffany, in disbelief, held her reddened cheek, and her countenance was a mix of pain and confusion.

I felt bad for her, and indeed, I was guilty of this.

I watched as she slowly turned towards Harriet, hoping for an explanation or maybe even an apology, but instead, she received yet another forceful slap across the face.

The impact of each slap echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned. The doctors, nurses, and all those who were present at the moment.

Tiffany stumbled backwards, as Harriet, who was consumed by a surge of rage, aggressively shoved her. The sound of Tiffany’s body hitting the floor resounded, increasing the tension in the room.

I didn’t like this behavior at all. It was clear that Harriet had gone crazy these past few days. And I wouldn’t mind taking her to a mental asylum.

I froze for a moment, still observing Harriet, who was burning with rage. Her blood was obviously boiling, and she must probably be feeling like a WWE superstar at the moment. But I had to realize something; she was following me. It was quite clear.

“What’s

wrong with you?” I barked at Harriet, as I went to grab Tiffany.

Harriet drove her hands through her hair, and the look on her face was crazy. “So this is what you do, huh? I finally know who you are.”

“Are you out of your senses?” I snapped at Harriet. “Why the hell would you do all that to her?”

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“Because she deserves it,” Harriet spat. “She’s messing with my man, and she needs to face the

consequences.”

“For the love of God, Harriet, I am not your man. Stop being so delusional!”

“What’s going on here?” Tiffany asked lowly, with her hand still lingering on her face.

“Shut up! No one asked you to talk!” Harriet snarled at her.

“You shut up!” Harriet had to cause me to bark at her once more. I was sick of it, but I needed to follow through with it. “Why do you have to be so crazy, huh?”

“You’re calling me crazy?” Harriet chuckled. “You’re the one who’s crazy around here!”

Glaring at Harriet, Tiffany got up, and broke free from my grip. I knew she was about to do something

crazy.

“Who the hell do you think you are huh?” Tiffany snarled at Harriet.

Harriet gave Tiffany a black look. “Be active on social media, I think you’ll know who..”

her hand connected with Harriet’s face, resulting in a resounding slap that echoed through

intense pain moving through her cheek. Although I wasn’t the one who got slapped, I could sense the agony that Harriet must

slap. The eyes of everyone were fixed on Tiffany and

her reddened cheek, the mark of Tiffany’s fury etched upon her skin. The impact of that single slap was so powerful,

a movie, and anyone would want to grab popcorn in this one. But I didn’t relish the moment. Because this violence was

lingering on her face. “Can you see what she

end as soon as possible. I came here for a purpose, not to watch these

talking? You started it.” Riley told Harriet. She

“Luke, what’s going on? Who is this psychopath?”

glanced at Tiffany, and took my gaze

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captured my arm, and I didn’t hesitate to give her a death stare. She let go

can kill yourself if you want, that’s none of my business,” I said, and was about to walk away. However, Harriet seized

following me!” I snapped, and left their

ARIEL’S POV

how the Luke situation’s going, or not?” Mason

arms.

Janice,” he said inaudibly, raising his eyebrows. “You don’t want anything bad

you,” I finally spoke.

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real?” He aksed, and I nodded. “I hope you’re not lying

to lie to you?”

of reasons,” he replied, with a smirk.

looked at him for a moment. “Okay, I

clapped, walking away from the fire. “When are the two of you getting married

he said tomorrow. And I don’t know

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fixing his fingers on his

too happy, okay? That man’s a

get married to him as soon as possible. We’ll need to be

if the story about your girlfriend is true,

act caring

feeling sorry

want you feeling sorry for

walked away, and I suspired before

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LUKE’S POV

tranquil cemetery, their hearts heavy with grief. We were at the funeral of my grandfather, and this was indeed a painful moment.

chairs lining the freshly dug grave, adorned with wreaths of white lilies and crimson roses. Lots of faces around here, some were great friends with him. While others were the ones who met him just once, or a couple of times. I didn’t know, but everyone loved him

from the tears which I had shed. My hands trembled as I clutched a black handkerchief. I was trying to

grandfather flooded my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the bond we had shed together. His voice was still echoing in my head.

the priest offered words of comfort and hope, talking about my grandfather, in a gentle voice.

a velvet cloth, which stood as a symbol of finality. And at this point, my heart ached with the

I could hear people sharing hushed conversations. I was just

the final prayer. And when he was done, I moved forward to the pulpit to deliver a eulogy. I took a deep breath,

today to honor the life of my beloved grandfather. Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for

voice cracked, and I paused to compose

and integrity. He had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and loved.

but I pressed on to share these memories. I was not going to

days spent fishing at the lake. Grandpa would patiently sit beside me, sharing stories of his own childhood and imparting wisdom that I’ll carry

the gathering, seeing tearful eyes and nods of understanding. And then,

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Ariel, ensconcing herself in one of the chairs. I froze for a minute, staring at her, and

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