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 right there.”

what?” My great–aunt gave me a disgusting face. “She doesn’t

are you to say that?” I retorted.

that. Have

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

her come into

you asking

to make that person pay. I will ensure that person

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

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 in pain.

be in

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

“Do you

woman has done all these years? Do

do?” I asked out of curiosity. Was she talking about my mother killing my father, or was she just going to accuse her of doing something terrible? My grandfather and this woman had never liked my mother. Probably because of their knowledge of who she was

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

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

the hate my great–aunt had for my mother, and it was definitely not because of my father’s death. I knew, for a fact, that she had no knowledge

dark path which has not been revealed to her, Because

my disdain was clear in the air, suffocating this woman in its path. A stare that was

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