The Love From Vengeance

Chapter 301

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LUKE’S POV

“I can’t believe you would do that, Luke,” my mother spoke, with her arms crossed, and then she treads nigher to me.

“Do what?” I asked, not taking my eyes off her. And yes, I clearly had an idea of what she was talking about, but let’s see how this works out.

“You promised me.”

“Promised you what?”

“That you would help me talk to Catherine.”

“I did?” I raised an eyebrow, still playing dumb around here.

with you

“What the hell is wrong Luke? Why are you acting like this right now?”

“Acting like what?”

My mother let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s going to be ridiculous if we continue to go like this.”

“Then you can just end the conversation.”

“Luke, please just…” she sighed, closing her eyes, and her tone softened. “Please, just help me.”

“Mom,” I said, stepping closer to her, feeling the weight of the conversation settling between us. “I’ll help you talk to Catherine. We’ll figure this out together.”

She looked up at me, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering in her eyes. Thank you, Luke,” she whispered, her voice softening.

But before she could say anything else, I knew I had to address what had been nagging at me since the incident with Catherine. I took a deep breath, then plunged ahead. “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Confusion creased her brow as she waited for me to continue.

“When I found Catherine the other night,” I began, my hands sliding into my

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pockets, “a man in a black garment was chasing her. But then, he just stopped and let us go.”

My mother’s expression shifted from confusion to concern in an instant. “A man in a black garment?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, watching her closely for any reaction. “Yeah. And… Ariel saw him, too.”

Her silence was deafening as she processed my words; her eyes were clouded with worry. “Do you… do you know who he might be?” I asked cautiously, already dreading her answer.

She continued to stare at me, her silence stretching on uncomfortably.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I pressed, my own anxiety mounting with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke, her voice barely audible. “Luke,

don’t know who he is.”

my suspicions. “Mom, you’re not telling me something,” I insisted, my

her gaze dropping to the floor, before meeting mine again. “I… I’ll tell you everything,

Not now.”

her further, to demand answers then and there, but I could see

out together. I have a feeling you know this. person. So please, just tell me who he is. I don’t want something bad to happen to us later on. It’s better we get

voice softening as she placed a hand on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t be

for answers. “Is.. is he

me, her voice trembling slightly. “But

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garment–he’s very dangerous.”

pressed, my heart

head, turning her face away. “I can’t tell

time come?” I

inside me.

she pleaded, her eyes pleading

more to the story. “Mom, I need to know,” I insisted, my voice

to this conversation,” she whispered, and her voice was barely

then I don’t think I should be helping you with your conversation with Catherine.”

“Are you serious?”

as my mother continued

“Luke, why are you so

Because I want to protect my people! I want to protect you, Mom, and everyone

tension thick in the air. I could feel my heart

a whisper. “I just want to protect my loved ones, Mom,” I confessed, the weight of

between us.

she whispered, “I understand, Luke. But

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I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, my voice catching

okay, Luke,” she said softly, her voice filled with sorrow. “If you’re not going to help me talk to Catherine, I understand. And I’m sorry for everything.”

in the pit. of my stomach. I watched her go, knowing that despite our differences, we both wanted the same thing: to protect our loved ones at any cost. But why was

retreating figure with a mix of frustration and concern. Just as I was about to turn away, my

keep the tension out of my

“Where are you? We’ve got some unexpected guests at the office,

guests?” I repeated, furrowing my brow. “Isn’t

too,” Jack admitted. “But they seem eager

indeed earlier than

I’ll let them know you’re

to say something else, I cut him off, whispering to

“What was that?”

into my inner thoughts over the phone. “Don’t worry about it. Just

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his tone indicating he sensed my hesitation but chose not

the call and stuffed my

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