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!

answer, and

NOT BA

trying to understand why I was giving him a cold shoulder. After all, we did

myself to answer him. I turned away and started walking, not wanting to

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

let it consume me; I needed to think clearly. I knew I had to put my personal feelings aside and focus on… Ughhh, sh*t, no way! To hell with whatever

was still standing there, looking confused and worried. I took a deep breath and walked toward

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

problem?” He asked, his

What do you mean by that?” I queried him.

Ariel, and you acted like you didn’t even hear me. What’s the problem? Are you mad, or what?”

my anger get the best of me. And discerning how Andre was

what had gotten into your head, and I’m not going to stress that. If someone made you mad, that’s your own cup of tea, not mine. But let me give you a piece 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 watched him as he made his way back inside his

I paused for a moment, still thinking about what had just happened between André and me.

“Pushki!”

was my mother; she was the one who had called. Now I could brace

to tell me, and

I told you to stop calling me that.” I spoke coldly, pressing the phone against

listen to you? I mean, you’re just

“Enough, Mother!”

called me mother. I’m glad