The Love From Vengeance

290: HOLDING ON

ARIEL’S POV

“You want to kill him, Ariel. I don’t,” Andre spoke to me softly. I’m going to stand by you, yes. But killing my brother isn’t something I can follow through with. He might have done a lot of terrible things, being absolutely cruel. But murdering him? I don’t think I’m up for that.”

I suspired. “I totally understand you. And I’m going to respect your decision. But you just have to know that I’m not going to change my decision for your sake. So, doing this, it’s either I lose my life or that heartless brother of yours die. Because I’m not going to spare him one bit,” I told Andre, and my tone was serious.

And as I finished speaking, there was a heavy silence between us, filled with the weight of his words and the gravity of the situation. I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all I found was a deep sadness tinged with resignation.

“I… I appreciate your honesty, Andre,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. I know this isn’t easy for you, and I won’t pretend to understand the bond you. share with your brother. But I can’t let what he’s done go unpunished. Not after what he did

to my son.”

Andre nodded slowly, his expression somber, “I know, Ariel. And I won’t try to stop you. If… if you feel like this is what you have to do, then… then do it. I won’t stand in your way.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sank in. Despite everything, despite the pain and the anger, there was a strange comfort in knowing that Andre supported me, even if he couldn’t bring himself to join me in my quest for vengeance.

“Thank you, Andre,” I whispered, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. “I… I know this isn’t

And I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”

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He shook his head, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t apologize, Ariel. You have every right to feel the way you do. Just… just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see

you get hurt.”

“I will,” I promised, my voice barely audible over the sound of passing cars. “And… and thank you, Andre. For everything.”

With a heavy si

around the building. I watched him go, my heart heavy with guilt and grief. As he reached the car, I

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softly as I caught up to him, my

emotion.

I… I just need. some time to process everything. Take

swallowing back the lump in my throat. “You

my pain. As I watched him disappear into the distance, I knew that I was on

night air swirling around me, carrying the scent of anticipation and luxury. Dressed in a sleek black sparkling dress that hugged my curves, I leaned against my car, tapping my fingers impatiently against the polished surface. Luke was late, and my patience was

in the vibrant scene unfolding around me. People bustled by, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from the restaurant. A group of performers caught my eye, their colorful costumes swirling as

deftly as they performed sleight of hand tricks that left the gathered crowd gasping in awe. I couldn’t help

I was beginning to relax, a commotion drew my gaze towards a cluster of people painted in shimmering gold. They moved with fluid grace, their bodies gleaming in the soft glow of the streetlights. Entranced, I

myself scanning the area once more, searching for any sign

the darkness, I spotted him. He emerged from his car, a sheepish smile on his face as he made his way towards me. Relief flooded through. me, washing away

DINGTON

late,” he apologized, reaching out to take my hand in his. “I

could see was sincerity. With a sigh, I squeezed his hand, letting go of the tension that had been

“It’s

smile. I’m just glad you’re here now.

hustle and bustle of the street behind

inside me.

lot of things didn’t actually matter. My conversations

Being with Luke was all that I could think of

relish every moment of

settling down in the golden chairs, and he was

flaunting his