The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

Burning in intense rage, I pushed Harriet away from me hard. “Let go of me, Harriet!” I yelled, my anger boiling over. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her smirk finally fading.

“You can’t do this to me, Luke. You can’t just leave me like this! I’m not going to let you.”

“I can do whatever I want, Harriet. And right now, I want to find Ariel and make sure she’s safe.”

“She doesn’t deserve you, Luke. She never did,” Harriet spat. “I’m the one for you. You are meant for

1. me. We are meant for each other.”

“That’s not for you to decide. Now tell me, where is she?”

“I don’t know. But even if I did, I wouldn’t say a damn thing.”

“You better tell me now, Harriet. I know how brutal and crazy you can be.”

“You don’t know me at all, Luke. You never did,” she hissed, standing up and brushing herself off.

“I know enough to know that you’re capable of anything,” I retorted, my fists clenched at my sides.

“You know what? Fine. To find your precious Ariel. But don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart again,” Harriet sneered.”

“And who told you she broke my heart, huh?”

“Oh, please, Luke. If you’re going to start telling me lies, save those sh*t for someone else,” she spat

before marching off.

her go, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. I needed to find Ariel fast. But where could she

Ariel, how am I going to see you now? Where am I going to search? I’ve gone through so many places, and

THREE DAYS LATER

I made my way to the small, quaint cemetery on the

1. Luke. The tragedy of a young

not mine.

air was heavy with grief, and the atmosphere was suffused with a sense of profound loss. I scanned the crowd, recognizing familiar

and faces

Elizabeth, standing at

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guests. My heart ached for them, knowing the unimaginable grief they must be feeling. I made my way towards them, offering a silent prayer for strength and comfort. And I still needed some for myself. But they needed it

trees, carrying the scent of freshly turned earth. The minister’s voice was a soothing murmur as he spoke of life’s fleeting nature and the precious gift of each moment. I listened,

trembling as she spoke of Lukel–his infectious smile, his boundless energy, the joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed down her face, and Manuel reached out to steady her, his own grief palpable in

could a child so young

wash over me, a

me, a quiet acceptance of the

offering their condolences to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and Manuel, my heart heavy with sorrow. I took

sorry for

in her eyes. “Thank you, Luke. Thank you for being here.

say that?” Manuel

he’s their father. He’s the father of Lukel and Janice,” she answered

at me. “Is what she’s saying true? Are you the father

sigh.

knew about it? Ariel never told me. And speaking of Ariel, where is she? I haven’t seen her in the past

since she’s not here, I think you already have

been really worried about her,” Elizabeth entered, her tone low

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broken.

why haven’t you informed the police about it?” Manuel asked