The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

“Do I look like I’m joking?“I told you, I’m broke.” I lied to her. I guess she was just a gold digger, and one thing my grandfather had taught me was never to roll with gold diggers.

Camila’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized me, her lips forming a pout. “Come on, you can’t fool me. You’re wearing an expensive suit and exude a confident aura. I know wealth when I see it.”

I shook my head, trying to maintain my façade. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Camila, but appearances can be deceiving. This suit? It’s all fake. I just borrowed it for the night.”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly not buying my story. Oh, please. You expect me to believe that? You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you? Trying to be all mysterious and enigmatic.”

I chuckled, finding her persistence both amusing and annoying. “Believe what you want, Camila. But the truth is, I’m not the wealthy playboy you seem to think I am. I’m just a regular guy trying to get by.”

She studied me for a moment longer, her expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, she relented. “Fine, have it your way. But I still think there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

I shrugged, not wanting to delve any further into the conversation. “Suit yourself. So, what’s your story, Camila? What brings you to a place like this tonight?”

She flashed me a coy smile, her earlier disappointment seemingly forgotten. “Oh, you know. I’m just out for a bit of fun and looking for some excitement. And maybe a handsome stranger will keep me company.”

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her flirtatious demeanor. “Well, you certainly seem to have

found one.”

She laughed; the sound was musical and infectious. “Don’t tell me you’re talking about yourself.”

“Well, I’m actually,” I answered, scratching the back of my head.

fer not rich, then we have no business together.”

“Are you for real?” I asked her.

“Yes, do you think I’ll be wasting my time talking to broke–an idiot?”

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a surge of frustration rising within me as Camila continued to belittle those she deemed unworthy

need for insults. We can have

about to back down. “Oh, please. Spare me the moral lecture. You’re just as

Camila. I don’t value such language. I may

eyes. “Respect? Please. “Respect doesn’t pay the bills,

this conversation

that, I pushed back my chair and stood

up, p

at Camila with a mixture of anger and disappointment. She watched me stand up, a smug smirk playing on

like the coward you are. You’ll never be good enough for someone like me.”

I have something to

looked at him. “And what

you that our company is interested in collaborating with

I see. I’ll inform my grandfather about

to discuss things later.” “Okay,” I said with a nod. After that, I exchanged

away.

my attention, and I turned to face her. “Hold on a minute, are you Luke Reynold, grandson of Sir Reynold and

her. “Why do you care?”

want to

so eager to

“Are you

Luke Reynold?”

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is Luke,” I replied, raising an

were the grandson of

do.” 1 gave her a fake smile.

“Oh my god!”

queried, giving her

sudden change in demeanor caught me off guard, but I remained wary of her intentions. “What’s with the sudden interest, Camila? I thought you weren’t interested in talking to

tumbling out in a desperate plea. “No, Luke, you don’t understand. I didn’t know who you were before. Please, I didn’t mean to

of her sudden change of heart. “Oh, now you want to