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..”

hand connected with Harriet’s face, resulting in a resounding slap that echoed through the room. The impact was astonishing, leaving everyone stunned by the sheer force of

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

sound of the slap. The eyes of everyone were fixed on Tiffany and Harriet, frozen in disbelief at their fascinating actions. It

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

movie, and anyone would want to grab popcorn in this one. But

hand still lingering on

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

it.” Riley told Harriet. She was given

what’s going on? Who is this

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

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didn’t hesitate to

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

broke her grip. “And stop following me!” I snapped, and left their presence, with Riley moving

ARIEL’S POV

going to tell me how the Luke situation’s

arms.

eyebrows.

you,” I finally spoke. “Luke

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

would I want to lie to

got millions of reasons,” he replied,

at him for a moment. “Okay, I

“When

tomorrow. And I don’t know if he’s joking

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fixing his fingers on his chin.

That man’s a psychopath. You can’t

don’t care. Just get married to him as soon as

the story about your girlfriend is true, I’ll make sure he pays for taking her

try to act caring now. It’s

was only feeling sorry for

you feeling sorry for me.

I suspired

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LUKE’S POV

with sorrow as we all, mourners gathered at the tranquil cemetery, their hearts heavy

of faces around here, some were great friends with him. While others were the ones

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

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

my head while the priest offered words of comfort and hope, talking about my

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 grandfather

breeze rustled through the leaves, I could hear people sharing hushed conversations. I was just silent, short of words, and it seemed like

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

honor the life of my beloved grandfather. Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for the time we had

and I paused to

man of unwavering strength and integrity. He had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and loved. He taught me the importance

my cheek, but I pressed on to share these memories. I was not

fishing at the lake. Grandpa would patiently sit beside me, sharing stories of his own childhood and imparting

at the gathering, seeing tearful eyes and nods of understanding.

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staring at her, and the looked into my eyes as well. But I had to cease that.

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