The Love From Vengeance

313: THE MONSTER THAT YOU ARE

FLASHBACK

LUKE’S POV

I took Harriet’s hand as we strolled down the cobblestone streets of New Haven, the

crisp autumn air swirling around us. Tonight was special; I had made reservations at one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants, Le Vingt–Cinq. I could feel her

excitement radiating beside me, her eyes moving with so much love.

The moment we approached the entrance, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness. Would everything be perfect? Would she enjoy the evening as much as I hoped she would? Pushing aside my doubts, I held my head high and led her inside.

The restaurant’s interior was stunning, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the elegant decor. A maître d greeted us with a smile and led us to our table near a large window overlooking the city skyline. Harriet’s gasp of awe made my heart swell

with pride; I had made the right choice.

We settled into our seats, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She looked

breathtaking, the soft candlelight dancing across her features. Taking a deep breath. to steady my nerves, I reached for her hand across the table.

“Harriet,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted tonight to be special because you mean everything to me. I love you more than words can express.

Her eyes widened in surprise, a soft smile spreading across her lips. “Luke, I love you too,” she murmured, squeezing my hand in return.

With a sense of relief flooding through me, I leaned back in my chair, determined to make this night one to remember. We perused the menu, indulging in dishes we had only dreamed of trying before. Each bite was a symphony of flavors, a testament to

the chef’s skill and expertise.

And as the evening wore on, our conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter mingling

with the gentle hum of the restaurant around us. We talked about everything and nothing, our words weaving together like a tapestry of shared memories and dreams,

for the future.

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wasn’t just the food or the ambiance that made this night unforgettable; it was the way Harriet looked at me, with love and adoration shining in her eyes. It was the way

joy.

reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against the velvet box hidden inside. I knew the moment was right; I wanted to spend the rest of my life with

breath, I slid the box across the table towards her, my heart pounding

“Harriet, will you marry me?” I asked, my

For a

you. But you’re engaged to that

don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll talk to my grandfather; I’ll change his mind about that woman, and after that,

ring on.”

have to prove to me first that our love is stronger than anything else in this world. So when you’re done ending that engagement with Ariel, I’ll slide in my finger, whatever ring you give me. But for now, that’s not happening. Let’s

and let out a sigh, putting the ring in the box and straight into my pocket. Her

some

END OF FLASHBACK

to see me?” Harriet asked, still smirking at me. I looked down at her because it had been a long since the two of us were this close. And I didn’t even want to get too close to her anymore. Well, I did feel sorry for her when she was in prison, to the point that I even had to visit her. But she was so cruel that she kidnapped

MONSTER THAT

about right

that suited her figure perfectly. But to hell with her and her looks. They might be great to other folks, but to- me, they’re just as hideous as her.

was short on words at the moment because the anger boiling inside

to the park to watch the little children play, too. Don’t you think you’re the only one who

stop glaring at her. “I ask again, what are you doing here?” This time, my voice was threatening. Like a wolf growling,

way.

make me afraid. I was

on wasting

knew. exactly what kind

I never imagined you’d stoop so low as to endanger so many lives just to get what you want,” I shot back, my