The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

I opened my eyes to see myself naked in bed, and the next thing I saw was crazy. Okay, the person I saw lying next to me had me stunned, and things were officially messed up right then. Harriet was on the bed, right next to me. She looked naked; the sheets covered her body.

I wondered if this was just a dream or another imagination of mine. I was left confused, stunned, and open–mouthed. I looked around, and yes, I was in my room. But what the hell was this woman doing here? How in the world did she come into this mansion? What time was it? Was that party still going

on?

I glanced at the clock; it was just 2:00 in the morning. And I was right here in bed with this good–for- nothing woman. I had to slap my face several times, and it was finally verified that this wasn’t a dream. It was real, Luke. It was so fucking real.

I set my eyes on Harriet, who was sleeping peacefully with a satisfied smile on her face. I could just imagine what she did while I was insensible. Now, it all makes sense. This useless woman sent the lady who gave me that drink.

“Harriet!” I forcefully tapped her. “Harriet! Harriet! Wake up, you fool!”

“What is it?” She finally opened her eyes, but she was still drowsy. “Why are you ruining my beauty. sleep?”

“Beauty sleep?! Get your ass out of my goddamn bed, out of this room, and out of this mansion!”

She

gave me a look like I was insane. “What the hell is wrong with you, huh?”

“I should be the one asking you that. What is your problem?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.

you kidding me?”

enjoyed every moment with you. I was reunited with my friend last night, and

gave her a look filled with so much bitterness. “You wouldn’t

you had sex with me, how I rode you like a motherfucking cowgirl. And with this, I can ruin your reputation. The people seem to like you once again, and what’s going

do know you’re wanted, right?” I

moved her hand dramatically as she uttered, “The famous Luke Reynold is having sex with a criminal, fucking and banging the wanted Harriet Donald. How does

“That’s fucked up.”

because you fucked me.

I both know I

you’re going to tell everyone? You think

by staring at her, “Oh,

be charged with murder. How

going

slowly, looking me in the eyes. “I’m going to walk out of this place,

what you think?”

replied, and before I knew it, she injected me with some kind of shit. I lost

regained consciousness, it was dawn, and Harriet was already gone. I would have said that was a nightmare, but no, that idiot was crazy enough to leave her pants here. And trust me, I was. going

***

matching my mood as I made my way towards my son’s grave. Lukel. I had never spent much time with him

headstone. “I genuinely had no ideal you were my blood. If only I could go

living life, having no knowledge that I had two children–my blood. Your mother hid

out deeply. “I wish I could turn

a bouquet of flowers on his grave and heard footsteps. I turned around, expecting to see a caretaker or another mourner coming to pay their respects. But instead, I was met with the piercing glare of the one person I had been longing to see the whole time. It was Ariel, and she was standing still, but the dark

went missing.

you’re finally back,” I said softly, walking to her.

come close,” she said, and I stopped immediately. “And what are you doing here?”

been

asked you a question, didn’t I? What are you