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..”

resounding slap that echoed through the room. The impact

receiving this slap, experienced a wave of intense pain moving through her cheek. Although I wasn’t the one who got slapped, I could

room shifted immediately, as the silence was shattered by the sound of the slap. The eyes of everyone were fixed on Tiffany and

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

and anyone would want to grab popcorn in

still lingering on her face. “Can you see what she

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

it.” Riley told Harriet. She was given a dark

looked at me. “Luke, what’s going on? Who is this psychopath?”

glanced at Tiffany, and took my gaze away, ignoring her

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me, Luke!” Tiffany captured my arm, and I didn’t hesitate to give her a death stare. She

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

her grip. “And stop following me!” I snapped, and

ARIEL’S POV

me how the Luke situation’s

arms.

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

I’ll tell you,” I finally spoke. “Luke has decided to marry me.”

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with happiness. “Wow, are you for real?” He aksed, and I nodded. “I hope you’re

I want to

reasons,” he

for a moment. “Okay, I totally get that.”

from the fire. “When are the two of you

tomorrow. And I don’t

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Mason said, fixing his fingers on his

happy, okay? That man’s a psychopath. You can’t actually trust

care. Just get married to him as soon as possible. We’ll need to be fast in

worry. I’ll try my very best. And if the story about your girlfriend is true, I’ll make sure he pays for taking her

to act caring now.

only feeling sorry for

“I don’t want you feeling

I suspired before following him.

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LUKE’S POV

was thick with sorrow as we all, mourners gathered at the tranquil cemetery, their hearts heavy with grief. We were

the rows of 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

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

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

head while the priest offered words of comfort

the wooden casket, draped in a velvet cloth, which stood as a symbol of finality. And at this point, my heart ached with the weight of loss, as I recalled the countless stories and life lessons my

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

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

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

and I paused

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

tear rolled down my cheek, but I pressed on to

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

at the gathering, seeing tearful eyes and nods

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one of the chairs. I froze for a minute, staring at her, and the looked into my eyes as well. But

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