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.

answered, gesturing toward

nod. “Just give me a minute, okay?

Jack said, and he made

house. The silence was overwhelming, a stark

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if the very essence of my grandfather lingered within these walls, whispering

wave of doom washed over me. Memories of my dear grandfather flooded

the laughter we shared, and the wisdom he imparted

for traces of him. The worn–out

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he used to sit, reading his favorite books.

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family. Each object held a story–a

door, the warmth of his smile as he embraced me, and the hours we would spend talking about life’s mysteries. It was a safe haven, a place where I could always find solace and guidance.

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

away the person who meant the world to me, leaving behind only memories and an

in my eyes as I stood in the center of the living room, the flood of emotions threatening to consume me. I closed my eyes, trying to

me, and the values he instilled in my core- they would forever guide me

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

empty, but its walls will forever be filled with the echoes of our laughter, the

time has come for me to begin this wish of yours. It’s going to be hard, I know. But I’ll try my

that, I walked to the car. Jack was

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waiting

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with the thoughts of my

door from the

a big day for you,”

I said underneath my breath.

at me, Jack wore some shades and threw another one to me.

back seat.