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..”

resulting in a resounding slap that echoed through the room. The impact was astonishing, leaving everyone stunned by the sheer force

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 deserved it.

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

her 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

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 all

shifted her gaze to me, her hand still lingering on her face. “Can you see what

as possible. I came

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

looked at me. “Luke, what’s going on?

Tiffany, and took my gaze

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hesitate to give her a death stare. She let go

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

me!” I snapped, and left their presence, with Riley moving behind.

ARIEL’S POV

you going to tell me how the Luke situation’s going, or

arms.

he said inaudibly, raising his eyebrows.

you,” I finally spoke. “Luke has decided

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are you for real?” He aksed,

I want to lie to you?”

reasons,” he replied, with a smirk.

moment. “Okay, I totally get that.”

away from the fire. “When are the two

And I don’t know if he’s joking or not.

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said, fixing his fingers on

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

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

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

to act caring now. It’s really weird.”

was only feeling sorry for you.”

want you

away, and I suspired before following

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LUKE’S POV

cemetery, their hearts heavy with grief. We were at the funeral of

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,

near the front, 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

shed together. His voice was still echoing in my

dwell in my head while the priest offered words

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 had imparted to

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

I moved forward to the pulpit to deliver a

Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for the time we

cracked, and I paused to compose myself

seen, heard, and loved. He taught me the importance

to

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

tearful eyes and

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chairs. I froze for a minute, staring at her, and the looked into

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