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?”

my mother right there.”

a disgusting face. “She doesn’t deserve respect.

to say that?”

Have some

already tried to do that before, but I don’t think it’s possible. Since you don’t deserve respect, the same way

her come into this

you

person pay. I will ensure that person gets

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

to this mansion.

  1. IN MY MANSION

did you do

mother. Why wouldn’t I let her come in?

deserves to be in pain.”

great, I don’t really think so,” I continued

“Do you

idea what this woman has done all

killing my father, or was she just going to accuse her of doing something terrible? My

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

brewing within. With each passing glance, a torrent of contempt

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

now, my eyes, which I often refer to as the windows to my soul, betrayed the true nature of the current, fucked–up situation. Cold, calculating stares devoid of warmth or empathy sent shivers down this woman’s spine if she was 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

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

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