The Love From Vengeance

97 AND THERE WE STOOD

ARIEL’S POV

Now here I was, standing still, and staring at Luke, who was also staring at me across the road. The anger within me was quite clear, and I just wanted to sove him, and kneel his balls, or something. But some other mind told me to not do anything stupid.

And Luke was really stupid, acting crazy continuously. So, I too needed to do the same, so I could handle him pretty well. As the Ava Max song goes, sweet but a psycho. I’m so going to show this man how crazy I could get.

As Luke’s intense gaze continued to bore into me, I couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were running through his head. Was he angry? Confused?

Why was he going to be angry anyway? He was the one who did shit. If someon was to be upset around here, it should be me. And confused? Nah, he obviously knew what I had in mind right now.

But whatever it was in his head, I couldn’t deny the urge to speak my mind and let him know exactly how I felt. I knew it would probably start an argument. Yeah, it was definitely going to start an argument.

Well I was sick and tired of his goddamn demeanor. It was just so galling. Tongue -lashing him was something I was planning on carrying out, right here, right

now.

But now, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t flaunt the rage within me, and I felt frozen for some reason. With the gaze still on, I felt like a statue. And looking into his eyes, I could recall the past conflicts between us.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

down my face, each drop carrying the

a towel, a sight that made my heart race faster with fear. His expression was so menacing, so full

to where I sat, feeling smaller

I was frozen in place, unable to escape

confrontation

my mind raced with a mix of emotions: fear, confusion, and a growing sense of helplessness. I tried to summon the strength to confront him, but his intimidating presence seemed to suffocate any courage I had left. His eyes bore into mine, and I found

the controlled and deliberate movements he made. In that moment, it felt like time had slowed down, each passing second stretching into an eternity of

presence casting a long, foreboding shadow over the room. I braced myself for whatever was to come, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for the inevitable.

face closer to mine.” What a golddigger

pain. His grip on my jaw was

brooding, his hatred for me evident in his eyes. Despite my attempts to reason with him all these times, he seemed determined to inflict as much pain as

come back to his senses before he decides to do anything baleful around here. Because at the moment, he

live in wealth? Is this not what

I could feel the pain shooting through my entire body. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I knew it would only make things worse.

why shouldn’t I do the

his frustration and anger mounting as he demanded for

force on my face was too much, preventing

word.