The Love From Vengeance

234: WHAT I DID

LUKE’S POV

“I’m glad you asked me, young man, “my great–aunt spoke in her mocking tone. And I was very eager to know what she did that had brought to the establishment of this company. Or maybe she was talking nonsense. Well, she better be.

I kept glaring at her while she continued, “As you can see, your grandfather always had a dream of becoming a billionaire. He had no money, and he needed one to chase this dream of his. So I had to help him out.

“Hold on a minute, what year did all of this happen?” I asked, still not ready to buy this crap coming from this woman.

“Before you were born.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You know what? Just continue, continue.” I clapped.

“Oh, shut up!” She spat. “What are you feeling like, huh?”

“I’m sorry, say what now?”

“No, you’re feeling yourself too much.”

“Right, yeah. Says the woman who came and started talking shit. The woman who just came out of nowhere wants to take away what doesn’t belong to her.

That was all I had at that time because I felt so sorry for that

the wealth, didn’t

“Be quiet!”

has gone to a situation like this? You think my lips are going to be sealed?” I chuckled. “Hell no, but I have to make this clear to you. You helped my grandfather, yes. It’s not like you’re told to stand somewhere and watch your loved ones suffer. You can

just a

thoughts, your

you want. I’m still

bought this house. This isn’t where I- lived when I was

used my brother’s wealth.”

talking to you.”

me a serious headache. I

ARIEL’S POV

leaves of the towering oak trees that lined the paths. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the tranquil scene. Birds chirped melodiously in the background, adding a

with wonder as she took in the sights around her. The park was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, with vibrant flowers blooming in every corner and the grass a lush, inviting green beneath our feet. The air was rich with the scent of freshly cut grass and

heart swelling with love at the sight of Janice’s joyful expression. I knelt beside her, our eyes meeting as we took in the beauty surrounding us. Janice’s gaze darted from one feature to another, unable

pond where ducks glided gracefully across the

laughed at my daughter’s infectious joy, my own heart filled with happiness at the simple pleasures of motherhood. I watched as Janice bent down to pick a wildflower growing by the path, her small fingers carefully plucking the delicate. petals. The flower was a burst of color against the backdrop of greenery, a small treasure that Janice

canopy of petals

hum of bees and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace and contentment that enveloped me. I felt a deep gratitude for this

my hand once more, her eyes alight with curiosity as she spotted a family of squirrels playing in the branches above. I lifted my daughter onto my shoulders, allowing her to better view the playful creatures, Janice giggled with delight, her small hands reaching out to the squirrels as they chattered and scampered among the