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.

needed to start a business. That was

the wealth,

“Be quiet!”

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 still enjoy, live with. me peacefully, and

you just

thoughts, your thinking, everything concerning you is just

I’m still going to that

you just got to know that I bought this house. This isn’t where I-

used my brother’s

useless talking

woman was about to give me a serious

ARIEL’S POV

the paths. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over

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

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

hand, our footsteps soft against the earth. We passed by a tranquil pond where ducks glided gracefully across the water,

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

branches were heavy with pink and white blossoms, creating a canopy of petals that danced in

air was filled with the soft 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 time spent with my daughter, for the bond we shared and the memories we were

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,