The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

Under the star–studded night sky, the cool breeze rustled through the trees surrounding my’s mansion. Standing on the marble steps, I gazed out into the darkness, thoughts drifting back to memories of my late grandfather. The old mansion stood silent, a sentinel to the passage of time, with its grandeur steeped in mytory and memories of generations past. The moon cast a soft glow over the sprawling estate, illuminating the intricate details of the architecture.

My grandfather, a towering figure in my life, had been a man of wisdom and kindness. my presence still lingered in every corner of the mansion, in the creak of the old floorboards and the musty scent of aged books. I closed my eyes, trying to summon my grandfather’s voice from the depths of my memory. I could almost hear the deep timbre of my laughter and the gentle words of advice that had guided me through my formative years,

As I stood there, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, recalling the countless evenings spent by the fireplace, listening to my grandfather’s tales of adventure and wisdom. The lessons learned, the laughter shared, and the bond forged between them seemed to echo in the night air. My’s heart ached with a mixture of longing and gratitude for the time I had spent with my grandfather.

The night seemed to embrace me, offering solace in the quietude of the moment. I whispered words into the darkness, as if my grandfather could hear me, sharing my hopes, fears, and the uncertainties that plagued my mind. The stars above twinkled like distant memories, each one a reminder of the fleeting nature of life and the enduring legacy of love and family.

A shooting star streaked across the sky, and my breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and made a silent wish, a silent plea to my grandfather for guidance and strength. The night seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for a response from the cosmos.

In the stillness of the night, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a reassurance that my grandfather’s spirit lived on in the memories we had created together. The bond between us transcended time and

pace, a connection that not even death could sever. With a heavy heart yet a renewed sense of purpose, I turned to re–enter the mansion, carrying my grandfather’s legacy with mine like a beacon. of light in the darkness.

space,

Just as I was about to turn around, I spotted Ariel walking through gate. She halted and we both. gazed at each other for what felt like eternity.

Ariel and I continued to gaze at each other, both of us not uttering a single word. I couldn’t tell what was going on here, but this was definitely not something right.

With her eyes still fixed at me, Ariel stepped forward. Her face was not looking quite great, and I couldn’t tell if she had an argument with someone, or something.

The moment we were adjacent to each other, she held my hand, still looking me in the eyes. I was still trying to figure out the scene taking place at the moment.

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“Luke, we have to talk,” she spoke softly.

“What’s going on?” I questioned her.

please go

What’s wrong if we have

wasn’t settled at the moment. “I don’t even knew what to say right now? You know what?

me, but I grabbed her waist, both of us not glancing at each other. “Tell me Ariel, what’s the

“It’s nothing.”

lie to me now,” I said, and looked at her, her eyes now fixed on me. “I can

you to worry,

firmly. “Please don’t lie to me.”

problem, huh?” She questioned immediately, her tone almost

asking you that. Early this morning, we were both with smiling faces, but after your conversation with that friend of yours, your mood changed.

me a friendly expression at all.

with the long

you have other things you should be doing right now?” Her tone wasn’t nice neither.

about you. You

wife? Your love? Luke,

haven’t forgotten. But I thought we were

that’s what you were thinking, huh? You think we’re over that? All the terrible

going on?”

on, okay?”

this? Why are you bringing

you recently were nice, I’m not going to lie about that. But I had to take my mind back to

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one bit.”

you’re mad about that? I apologized,

aren’t going to

I told her. “Tell me this is all a dream.”

slap in the face, and

are you beg this rude now? If you want, I can

don’t need your apologies,” she cut me off.