The Love From Vengeance

123 NOT MY CONCERN

LUKE’S POV

I was standing outside the mansion, making a phone call, when I saw her. Ariel was being walked out by two bald–headed men, both wearing shades. She looked scared and confused, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not after she slapped me earlier at the party.

I observed them leading her toward a black car that was waiting by the curb. I couldn’t help but wonder where they were taking her. But I decided to stay ignorant and not get involved. I was too angry with her to care about her well – being.

As the men opened the car door for her, she turned back and looked in my direction. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I saw the fear in her eyes. But I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to show any sign of concern.

The men got into the car with her, and it drove off, leaving me standing there alone. I wasn’t still settled with what I just saw, but I didn’t move and didn’t try to stop them. I told myself I didn’t care.

But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I did care. I cared about Ariel, even after everything she had done. But I was too proud to admit it and too angry to show it.

I turned back to the party, trying to distract myself from the thoughts of Ariel. I could hear the music and laughter coming from inside, but it all felt hollow and meaningless. The image of those men taking her away wouldn’t leave my mind.

I tried to convince myself that she deserved it and that she brought it upon herself. But a part of me couldn’t shake off the guilt and worry that I felt for her.

There are too many things to think about right now. My good–for–nothing late mother did tell me sh*t that she was about to carry out something so noxious. I could stand here, fully prepared for her, but how would I even know when she was going to strike? Oh gosh, I don’t know what to do.

I saw Andre walking towards me, his face filled with concern. “Hey Luke, have you seen Ariel? She was just at the party, but now I can’t find her anywhere.”

I gave him an irritated look, my anger toward him bubbling up. He was a good- for–nothing scumbag, taking advantage of Ariel and sleeping with her. And here he was, acting like a great man. It was obvious he was the one who did it; he was „the father of Ariel’s children. Bullshit!

silent, not wanting to give him an answer, and it was clear that he had no

NOT BA

a cold shoulder. After

I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. I

Andre calling out my name, but I ignored him. I didn’t want to be a part of his drama anymore. I had my own problems

me; I needed to think clearly. I knew I had to put my personal feelings aside and focus on… Ughhh,

to face André. He was still standing there, looking confused and worried.

okay?” I told him, and he shot me an unfriendly look.

He asked, his tone not nice

mean by

acted like you didn’t even

mouth, okay?!” I snapped, letting my anger get the best of me. And discerning how Andre was looking at me, my tone had to soften. “Look…

of advice: don’t use the anger caused by someone to face a different person. And with your actions just now, I have a million thoughts that need to be brought out. But I’m going to keep them to myself. Enjoy the party if you want,” André spoke and walked away from me. I

about to forcefully throw my phone to the ground, but it began to ring. I paused for a moment, still thinking about what had just happened between André and me. And after some seconds, I

“Pushki!”

the one who had called. Now

and whatever feats Sr had, I had in mind.

now, huh? And I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” I spoke coldly, pressing the

to you? I mean, you’re just a piece of trash.”

“Enough, Mother!”

he called me mother. I’m glad