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..”

slap that

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

Tiffany and Harriet, frozen in disbelief at their fascinating actions. It was a

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

began to whisper, captivated by the actions of both ladies. This was more like a movie, and anyone would want to grab popcorn in this one. But I didn’t relish the moment. Because this violence was happening

hand still lingering on her face. “Can you

as possible. I came here for a

it.” Riley told Harriet. She was

at me. “Luke, what’s going on? Who

glanced at Tiffany, and took my

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

business,” I

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

ARIEL’S POV

you going to tell me how the Luke situation’s going, or not?”

arms.

his eyebrows. “You don’t want anything bad

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

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became filled with happiness. “Wow, are you for real?” He

I want to

millions of reasons,” he replied, with a smirk.

looked at him for a moment. “Okay, I

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

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

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Mason said, fixing his fingers on his

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

to him as soon as possible. We’ll need to be fast

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

caring now.

feeling sorry for you.”

chuckled. “I don’t want you feeling sorry for me.

away, and I suspired before following

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LUKE’S POV

at the tranquil cemetery, their hearts heavy

of white lilies and crimson roses. Lots of faces around here, some were great friends

had shed.

bond we had shed together. His voice was still echoing in my head. All the things

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

point, my heart

leaves, I could hear people sharing hushed conversations. I was just silent, short of words,

of us bowed our head, as the priest carried out the final prayer. And when he was done, I moved forward

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

cracked, and I paused to

integrity. He had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and loved. He taught me the importance of family, the value of hard work, and the power of

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

stories of his own childhood and imparting wisdom that I’ll carry with me forever. He taught me to appreciate nature’s beauty, to find solace in its

at the gathering, seeing tearful eyes

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ensconcing herself in 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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