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

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

HOLDING ON

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

emotion.

“No, Ariel. I… I just need. some

throat. “You too, Andre. And…

last glance, Andre got into his car and drove away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my pain. As I watched him disappear into the distance, I knew that I was on my own now, with nothing but my resolution

the scent of anticipation and luxury. Dressed in a sleek black sparkling dress that hugged my curves, I leaned against my car, tapping my

mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from the restaurant. A group of performers caught my eye, their colorful costumes swirling

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

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

performance came to an end, reality came crashing back, and I found myself scanning the area once more, searching for any sign

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

DINGTON

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

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

“It’s

a small smile. I’m just

restaurant, leaving the hustle and bustle of the street behind us. And we stepped through the doors, with this sense of excitement

inside me.

a lot of things didn’t actually matter. My

with Luke was all that I could think of right

I knew I could relish

settling down in the golden chairs, and he was just

whole time, flaunting