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?”

some respect; that’s my mother

My great–aunt gave me a disgusting face. “She doesn’t deserve

to say that?”

that. Have some respect, young man.”

Since you don’t deserve respect, the same way you talk sh*t about her,

let her come into this

are you

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

the one who did it,” I told her at that very

to this mansion.

  1. IN MY MANSION

you do that?”

let her come in? I can’t bear to see her in pain.

be in

think so,” I continued

“Do you

idea what this woman has done all these years? 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

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

yourself. My gaze pierces through the facade of civility to reveal the storm brewing within. With each passing

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

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

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 act

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