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

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

HOLDING ON

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softly as I caught up to him, my voice trembling with

emotion.

expression was quite unreadable. “No, Ariel. I… I just need. some time to process everything. Take

the lump in my throat.

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

outside the extravagant restaurant, the 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

caught my eye, their colorful

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

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 watched as they danced with abandon, their movements a symphony of motion and color against the backdrop

I found myself scanning the area once more, searching for any sign of Luke. Where was he?

on his face as he made his way towards me. Relief flooded through. me, washing away the frustration and worry that had been

DINGTON

to take my hand in his. “I was caught up in my meeting, and they wouldn’t let me rest.”

tardiness, but as I looked into his eyes, all I could see was sincerity. With a sigh, I squeezed his hand, letting go of the

“It’s

small smile. I’m just glad you’re

and bustle of the street behind us. And we stepped through

inside me.

the moment, a lot of things didn’t actually

Being with Luke was all that I could think of

I could relish every moment of

took our seats, settling down in the golden chairs, and he was just smiling

time, flaunting his