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.

a business. That

the wealth, didn’t you?”

“Be quiet!”

quiet when it 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

just a

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

all you want. I’m still going

just got to know that I bought this house. This isn’t where I- lived when I was still a young kid. This

my

useless talking

to give me

ARIEL’S POV

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 symphony of nature’s sounds to the peaceful

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

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.

hand, our footsteps soft against the earth. We passed 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, her

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

trees in full bloom. The branches were heavy with pink and white blossoms, creating a canopy of petals that danced in the breeze. Janice and I stood beneath the blooming trees; our faces upturned to the fluttering petals that fell like snow around

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

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