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.

I gave him the money he needed to start a business. That was all I had at that time because I felt so

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

just

I retorted. “Your thoughts, your thinking, everything concerning you is just lame.”

you want. I’m still going

that I bought this house. This isn’t where I- lived when I was still a young kid. This is

my brother’s wealth.”

talking to you.”

This woman was about to give me a serious headache. I better make sure I put her in her

ARIEL’S POV

that lined the paths. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the tranquil scene. Birds chirped melodiously in

at my hand, her eyes wide 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 blooming flowers, a sweet

her, our eyes meeting as we took in the beauty surrounding us. Janice’s gaze darted from one feature

by a tranquil pond where ducks glided gracefully across the water, leaving ripples in their wake. Janice let out a delighted squeal as she pointed at the ducks,

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 held gently in her

upon a grove of cherry blossom trees in full bloom. The branches were heavy with pink and white blossoms, creating a canopy of petals

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace and contentment that enveloped me. I felt a deep gratitude for this time

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