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.

of anger and frustration. I needed to find Ariel fast. But where

now? Where am I going to search? I’ve gone through so many places, and I haven’t yet seen you. What will I do about this? Where

THREE DAYS LATER

on the outskirts of town. I adjusted my tie nervously, feeling the weight

1. The tragedy of a young

not mine.

the gathering, I could hear the soft murmurs of the mourners and the sniffles of those trying to hold back tears. The air was

and faces drawn.

parents, Manuel and Elizabeth, standing at the front, their faces etched with pain

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must be feeling. I made my way towards them, offering a silent prayer for strength and comfort. And I still needed some for myself.

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, my thoughts drifting

Lukel–his infectious smile, his boundless energy, the joy he brought to their lives. Tears streamed

whirlwind of emotions: sadness, anger, and disbelief. How could a child so

of a lone violin filled the air, its mournful melody weaving through the crowd. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, a balm for my aching soul. I thought of Luke, of the moments

casting a golden light over the cemetery. I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a quiet acceptance

the crowd began to disperse, offering their condolences to the grieving parents. I approached Elizabeth and Manuel, my heart

for what happened.”

you for being here. But we’re the ones who should be saying sorry.”

you say that?”

father. He’s the father of Lukel and Janice,”

as he glanced at me. “Is what she’s saying true? Are you the father of Ariel’s children?”

let out a deep sigh. “Yes, I am the father.”

of Ariel, where is she? I haven’t seen her in

to this funeral. But since she’s not here, I think you already have

worried about her,” Elizabeth entered,

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broken.

you informed the police about it?” Manuel asked her.