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..”

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

this slap, experienced a wave of intense pain moving through her cheek. Although I wasn’t the one who got slapped, I could sense the agony that Harriet must have felt. It was so painful. But she

room shifted immediately, as the silence was shattered by the sound of the slap. The eyes of everyone were fixed on Tiffany and Harriet, frozen in disbelief at their fascinating actions. It was a scene that no one

etched upon her skin. The impact of that single slap was

and anyone would want to grab popcorn in

gaze to me, her hand still lingering on her face.

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

are you talking? You started it.” Riley told Harriet. She was given a

what’s going

my gaze away,

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didn’t hesitate to give her a death stare. She let go immediately.

two of can kill yourself if you want, that’s none of my business,” I said, and was

stop following me!” I

ARIEL’S POV

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

arms.

said inaudibly, raising his eyebrows. “You don’t want anything bad happening

you,” I finally spoke. “Luke has

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

would I want to lie to you?”

of reasons,” he replied, with a

at him for a moment. “Okay, I

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

tomorrow. And I don’t know

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fascinating,” Mason said, fixing his fingers on his chin.

too happy, okay? That man’s a psychopath. You

care. Just get married to him as soon

best. And if the story about your girlfriend is true, I’ll make sure he pays for

to act caring now. It’s

only feeling sorry

“I don’t want you

and I

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LUKE’S POV

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

here, some were great friends with him.

my eyes were puffy and red from the tears which I had shed. My hands trembled as I clutched a black handkerchief. I was trying to find solace in

voice was still echoing in my head. All the things he said, and the fun we had together. These were

priest offered words of comfort and hope,

of finality. And at this point, my heart ached

the soft breeze rustled through the leaves, I could hear people sharing hushed conversations. I

of us bowed our head, as the priest carried out the final prayer. And when he was done, I moved forward to the pulpit to deliver a eulogy. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice,

to honor the life of my beloved grandfather. Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for the time we had together and the impact he had on my

I paused to compose myself before

heard, and loved. He taught me the importance of family, the value of hard work, and the power of

to share these memories. I was not going to end

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

tearful eyes and nods of understanding. And then,

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froze for a minute, staring at her, and the looked into my

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