The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

“Enough!” The great–aunt Liliana barked at me, her eyes moving with anger, and she gave me a hard slap on the face. It was painful, no doubt about that. And right now, I was boiling with anger. I was all steamed up, her actions were just so, not it. I didn’t even know what to say. Didn’t know the words to use.

She slapped me! Like she slapped me! How the hell would she do such a thing? How in the world would she even think about it? This woman had really gone too far, crossed her

limits, everything getting kind of crazy, creepy, and terrible.

Someone needed to remind this canon ball that this wasn’t her house, and she had no single property here. She kept on claiming shit, which was absolutely irritating every single time. Like, I just felt like grabbing some knives and cutting her lips off. She shouldn’t be allowed to speak, because only poison flowed out of her mouth. There were no great words being vocalized by her, and her presence invariably killed the happiness of every

single individual.

Now she stood here, had the guts to raise her hand at me. The boldness, the audacity, the nerve, everything. Oh god! She was a pain in the ass, and I think it was high time I kick this woman out of my house. She wasn’t helpful anyway. But if she had just composed herself, and behaved like someone with senses, I probably won’t be this infuriated.

“What did you just do?” I quizzed my great–aunt slowly, my tone was calm, but harsh, and even in such soft mode, you could hear the bitterness. It was so clear, like really clear.

“You’re asking me that like I’m scared of you. Well I am not, and if you keep on acting like this, I’m going to get your ass broken.”

I laughed, looking in a different direction. “Should I start crying because of what you said? Like, do you want me to start begging you?”

“You need to be more respectful, Luke.”

“And you need to mind your own business,” I retorted. “It’s really funny that you’d come into my room so early in the morning, just to start an argument. You’re not welcome here.”

“But here I am, standing in the room,” she spoke incontinently. What was she feeling like?

“Because I let you. I can just throw you out right now, or even worse, I can kick you out of..

this house.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Idiot!” She snapped.

I’m afraid I’ll arrive late if I continue this silly

pointless, and it just reduces the mentality. You can leave

at the

And I didn’t even know why she was following through with that. But I tell you this,

my

will leave. But not because you told me,” she

don’t care. Just get

you pay for these insults,” she threatening me, raising her finger

you want. But just get out of my room right now.” I gestured

the door again.

giving me that

the room.

ARIEL’S POV

I still couldn’t understand that woman. But insulting her wouldn’t be the right thing to do. I would still be grateful because she saved my life. I might not be standing here today if it was because of her. So, yeah, I still had

a visit at the hospital. You know, to check up on him and all that. So, making my way through the automatic doors, the smell of disinfectant and the constant beeping of machines filled the air. I traipsed to the front

down right there.

I

meet Andre please. Andre Jones,” I said to

She

looked up from her computer screen and smiled at me. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Jones

AD ABOUT YOUL

while ago?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and she

her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t. But he should still be in the building somewhere. Maybe you can try

thank you,” I told her, and started walking down the long corridors, my eyes. scanning each door for any sign of Andre. The hospital

me, patients being wheeled from one

my way through the maze of hallways, I almost collided with

I quickly stepped aside, apologizing profusely. The lady

her gave me a reassuring pat on the