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.

asked the

with a mocking tone. “Oh, Luke, you really don’t understand, do you?” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “I have better

I,” I retorted, my tone sharp. “But I need to know why you insist on being so

smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, sweet child, I don’t care about your feelings,” she said dismissively. “All I care about is getting this mansion and taking what’s rightfully

shook my head in disbelief. “Can’t you think of anything else besides money?” I asked, my

a knowing grin. “Money is everything, Luke,” she replied confidently. “Money is

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

know it yourself, Luke,” she told me

used to have respect for you,” I admitted, and my voice was filled with regret. “But

be in the same room as you now.

on my nerves. “Oh, sweet child,” she said mockingly. You’ll come

end.”

be my thought.”

brought out immediately,

said lowly and

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

part? Scratch it out. There’s no way I’ll go against

“Oh, shut up.”

happening,” I spat back.

my great–aunt retorted sharply, her voice cutting through

like a knife.

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

sneer. “You’re just a little kid compared to me,” she spat harshly.

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 nonsense,”

glare head–on. “Have you ever loved my grandfather?” I queried,

“What kind of question is

back down. “Especially since you keep causing trouble in the mansion.”

and her voice rose with

tilted my head, a fake smile playing on my lips as I raised an eyebrow. “Right after you,

man you are.