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.

money he needed to start a business. That was all

you enjoyed 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

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

you want. I’m still going

free. But you just got to know that I bought this house. This isn’t where I- lived when I was still a young kid. This is my house.”

my

useless talking to

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

ARIEL’S POV

my side; a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the towering oak trees that lined the paths. The sun hung low

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 perfume that tickled

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 to contain her excitement at

gracefully across the water, leaving ripples

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

with pink and white blossoms, creating a canopy of petals that danced in the breeze.

savoring the moment of peace and contentment that enveloped me. I felt a deep

playing in the branches above. I lifted my daughter onto my shoulders, allowing her to better view the playful creatures, Janice giggled with delight,