The Love From Vengeance

Chapter 255

255: IN MY MANSION

LUKE’S POV

“Lakel Luke!”

I awoke to the sound of resounding screams, my name plastered across the mouth of whoever was carrying out that nonsense. I turned to Ariel; she was still sleeping, her hands wrapping around me.

But then I heard my name again. “Luke! Come down here!” And that voice sounded like my great- aunt. No need for arguments; it was definitely her.

I slowly took Ariel’s hands off me, put on some shorts, and then put on a shirt. I left my room to see what all the screaming was about.

Treading down the stairs, I saw my great–aunt in the living room, dressed in her night outfit. Undoubtedly, she had recently awoken, yet she was present and generating this abhorrent din.

My eyes went further, and my mother stood close but not too close to the canon. She looked kind of broken and hurt; the expression on her face said it all.

My great–aunt finally caught sight of me, and she didn’t hesitate to give me a glare. But I couldn’t be terrified by that.

“What am I seeing here?” she barked

at me.

I looked at her in a confused manner. “I’m sorry. Say what now?”

“What is this trash doing here?” She gestured toward my mother.

“Who, she?” looked at my mom, then I looked back at this woman. “She, of course; who else would I be talking about?”

respect; that’s my mother

great–aunt gave me a disgusting face. “She

who are you to

Have

that before, but I don’t think it’s possible. Since you don’t deserve respect, the same way you talk sh*t

her come into

are you asking that?”

to make that person pay. I will ensure that person gets the

one who did it,” I told her at that very moment. “I’m

to this mansion.

  1. IN MY MANSION

you

she’s my mother. Why wouldn’t I let her come in? I can’t bear to see her in

be in pain.”

really think so,” I continued

“Do you

what this woman has

my mother killing my father, or was she just going to accuse her of

glanced at my great–aunt. Hatred, the powerful emotion that could consume my goddamn soul with a fiery intensity, found its roots in the depths of my heart before ever reaching my eyes. This woman really had me fucked up. At times, a mere glance could unveil a world

the facade of civility to reveal the storm brewing within. With each passing glance, a torrent of contempt flows unchecked, coloring my perception of the world in shades of loathing

for my mother, and it was definitely not because of my father’s death. I knew, for a fact, that she had no knowledge of that. So, I could be right. Perhaps it was a deep–rooted prejudice, a past betrayal, or an unresolved conflict that festered like a wound, tainting every interaction with a

enough to cross my path. My dark path which has not been revealed to

this woman in its path. A stare that was a dagger, an expression that was a blow to the

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