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?”

that’s my mother

a disgusting face. “She

to say that?”

that. Have some respect,

but I don’t think it’s possible. Since you don’t deserve respect, the same

let her come

you

pay. I will ensure that person gets the torment of a lifetime.”

I told her at that very moment. “I’m the one who took

to this mansion.

  1. IN MY MANSION

you do

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

to be in

I don’t really think so,” I continued my defense.

“Do you

woman has done all

going to accuse her of doing something terrible? My grandfather and

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 of disdain and animosity that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt like a

look at yourself. My gaze pierces through the facade of civility to reveal the storm brewing within. With each passing glance, a

father’s death. I knew, for a fact, that she had no knowledge of that. So, I could be right. Perhaps it was a

unfortunate enough to cross my path. My dark path which has not been revealed to her, Because those feelings were concealed. But right now, my gaze was a dangerous weapon–ready to strike fear and unease in this woman’s heart. But I knew she was also a tough one, and I still

to condemn, categorize, and dehumanize: The weight of my disdain was clear in the air, suffocating this woman in its path. A stare that was a dagger, an expression that was a blow to the spirit of this woman who dared to do shit and

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