The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

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I was at the Sun House, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie and straightening my suit. This was where I spent the night. And now I was preparing for this goddamn wedding. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Today marked the day when I would fulfill my late grandfather’s wish. Well, only half of it.

He had always wanted me to marry Ariel because he believed she would bring happiness and prosperity to our family. I used to consider that to be bullshit. But the days had passed by, and I had to realize that there was something special about this woman.

I had never imagined myself in this situation. All these years, I was deeply in love with Harriet. We had dreams of a future together, building a life filled with love and companionship.

But as time went on, the cracks in our relationship began to show. Trust was shattered, and the person I thought I knew turned out to be someone entirely different. The pain of betrayal stung, leaving me wondering if love was worth the heartache.

And so, here I stood, ready to embark on a new journey with Ariel. She had reentered my life unexpectedly, like a gust of wind on a calm summer’s day. I never thought we would cross paths again, let alone consider marriage. But life has a way of surprising us, throwing unexpected curveballs our way.

Taking one last look at my reflection, I couldn’t help but notice how my hair had been meticulously styled. It was a small detail, but it represented the effort I was putting into this new chapter of my life.

I knew this was going to be a hard one, filled with bitterness. But I would have to take it all in and try my very best to develop feelings for Ariel. That sounds almost impossible.

Just as I traipsed downstairs, the doorbell rang, and I swiftly made my way to the door. I opened it, only to see Jack.

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“Good morning, boss,” Jack greeted.

“Morning,” I said, scanning him from up to down.

“So, are you ready?” He asked.

“You can see me in my suit, right? I guess you have an answer to your question.”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, I totally understand. So, we should be leaving then.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jack answered, gesturing toward the car

nod. “Just give me a minute, okay? You can

and he made his way to the car.

the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty house.

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time. It felt as if the very essence of my grandfather lingered within these walls, whispering his presence to

doom washed over me. Memories of my

we spent together, the laughter we shared, and the wisdom he imparted

for traces of him.

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sit,

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on the mantelpiece capture cherished moments of our family. Each object held a story–a cherished memory waiting

greeted me at the door, the warmth of his

seemed different. The air was heavy with the weight of loss, and the absence of his

can be so unpredictable and unfair. It had ripped away the person who meant the world to

the flood of emotions threatening to

the lessons he taught me, and the values he instilled in my core- they would

be hard, filled with moments of joy and sorrow. But it is the memories we

empty, but its walls will forever be filled with the echoes of our laughter, the warmth of our embraces, and the enduring bond between

to

after that, I walked to the car. Jack was seated in the

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seat, waiting

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He aksed. I nodded slowly, with the

unlocked the door from the inside.

smile, boss; today’s a big day

I said underneath my breath.

shades and threw another one to me. I was

back seat.