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.

303 CUTTING THROUGH

“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.

why I asked the question, right?”

don’t understand, do you?” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “I have better things to do than waste my time explaining myself to you.”

“Well, so do I,” I retorted, my tone sharp. “But I

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

disbelief. “Can’t you think of anything

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

serious expression. “That’s a lie,” I

laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. “You know it yourself, Luke,” she told me with a mocking tone. “Money

of frustration and disappointment. “I used to have respect for you,” I admitted, and my

the same room as you

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

end.”

be my thought.”

she brought out immediately, snapping

anymore,” I said lowly and coldly.

my child. Don’t fool yourself. You love

I love money. But that last part? Scratch it out. There’s no way I’ll go against

“Oh, shut up.”

I spat

great–aunt retorted sharply, her voice cutting through the tension

like a knife.

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

“You’re just a little kid compared to me,” she

have some respect for yourself and

narrowed, and a dangerous glint flickered in

queried, and my voice cut through the tension like a blade–a

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

want to know,” I replied calmly, refusing to back down. “Especially since

and her

playing on my lips as I raised an eyebrow. “Right

stupid man you