The Love From Vengeance

303: CUTTING THROUGH

LUKE’S POV

So while my great–aunt descended the stairs, her presence filled the room with an air of unwelcome authority. Dressed in a blue dress that accentuated her ample figure, she approached with deliberate steps, and I couldn’t muster a friendly look. “What do you want now?” I asked, my tone devoid of warmth as she drew near.

She glanced around, her eyes narrowing at the disorderly scene before us. “Your house is a mess, Luke. Those little children have caused chaos everywhere.”

“I know,” I interjected sharply, cutting her off before she could continue. “The children will clean it up.”

She offered a fake smile, and I couldn’t help but bristle. “Is there anything else?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.

She shook her head, still smiling. “I just came to remind you of your place in this

house.”

I sighed heavily. “You should stop talking nonsense,” I retorted, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “When will you ever change?”

Despite my irritation, she chuckled softly. “I’ll keep reminding you that I am the owner of this house.”

“And I’ll keep telling you that you’re talking nonsense,” I shot back, refusing to back down. “But I’m not kicking you out. You can do as you please, but I know your evil plans won’t succeed.”

Her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “We’ll see about that,” she said cryptically before turning to leave.

“Wait,” I said, sort of loudly, and she halted before turning around.”

ves, my dear child?” The fake smile was still etched on her round face.

“Don’t call me that. I don’t need you faking a smile or putting on an act.”

“Go to hell,” she spat before turning around.

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“I just have to ask,” I uttered, causing her to freeze. “Why do you hate me so much?

“You want an answer to that?” She turned to me.

I asked

great–aunt chuckled at my question, her laughter filled the room with a mocking tone. “Oh, Luke, you really don’t understand, do you?” she said,

she spoke. “Well, so do I,” I retorted, my tone sharp. “But I need to know why you insist on

head, with a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, sweet child, I don’t care about your feelings,” she said dismissively.

think of anything else besides money?” I asked, my voice tinged with disappointment.

widened into a knowing grin. “Money is everything, Luke,” she

her gaze with a serious expression. “That’s a lie,” I stated

my nerves. “You know it yourself, Luke,” she told me

shook my head, feeling a surge of frustration and disappointment. “I used to have respect for you,” I admitted, and my voice was filled with regret. “But I can’t

be in the same

room, grating on my nerves. “Oh, sweet child,” she said mockingly. You’ll come to realize that money is

end.”

to be my

brought out immediately, snapping her

said lowly and coldly.

my child. Don’t fool yourself. You love money as

that last part? Scratch it out. There’s no way I’ll go against my blood all because

“Oh, shut up.”

I spat

great–aunt retorted sharply, her

like a knife.

straightened my posture, meeting her gaze with a steely resolve. “Put an end to your rude behavior,” I shot back, refusing

scoffed, her lips curling into a contemptuous sneer. “You’re just a little kid compared to me,” she

“Even so, you should still have some respect for yourself and for your late brother,” I countered. My voice stirred with a hint of accusation.

and a dangerous glint flickered in their depths. “Don’t start talking

glare head–on. “Have you ever loved my grandfather?” I queried, and my voice cut through the tension like a blade–a sharp one, indeed a

me, incredulous. “What kind of question is that?”

know,” I replied calmly, refusing to back down. “Especially since you keep causing trouble in the mansion.”

snapped, and her voice rose with frustration.

tilted my head, a fake smile playing on my lips as I raised an

man you are.