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 echoed through

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.

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 expected, and the tension hung

Harriet’s hand reached for her reddened cheek, the mark of Tiffany’s fury etched upon

by the actions of both ladies. This was more like a movie, and anyone would want to grab popcorn in this one. But I

still lingering on her face. “Can you see what

wanted this to end as soon as possible. I came

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

going on? Who is this psychopath?”

glanced at Tiffany, and took my gaze

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

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

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

ARIEL’S POV

tell me how the Luke

arms.

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

I finally spoke. “Luke has decided to marry

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with happiness. “Wow, are you for real?” He aksed, and I nodded. “I hope you’re not

to lie

of reasons,” he replied,

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

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

And I don’t know if

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fascinating,” Mason said, fixing his fingers

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

soon as possible.

about your girlfriend is true, I’ll make sure he pays

act caring now. It’s really weird.”

was only feeling sorry

want you feeling sorry

away, and I suspired before

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LUKE’S POV

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

all seated, 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 him just once, or a couple of times. I didn’t

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

memories of my grandfather flooded my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the bond we had shed together. His voice was still echoing in my head. All the things he said, and

dwell in my head while the priest offered words of comfort

went to 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

I was just silent, short of words, and it seemed like my lips had frozen.

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, and began to speak.

grandfather. Words cannot express the depth of my gratitude for the time

voice cracked, and I paused to compose myself before

of unwavering strength and 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 kindness.”

on to share these memories.

own childhood and imparting wisdom that I’ll carry with me forever.

looked out at the gathering, seeing tearful eyes

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

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