The Love From Vengeance

255: IN MY MANSION

LUKE'S POV

“Lakel Luke!”

I awoke to the sound of resounding screams, my name plastered across the
mouth of whoever was carrying out that nonsense. I turned to Ariel; she was still
sleeping, her hands wrapping around me.

But then I heard my name again. “Luke! Come down here!” And that voice
sounded like my great- aunt. No need for arguments; it was definitely her.

I slowly took Ariel's hands off me, put on some shorts, and then put on a shirt. I
left my room to see what all the screaming was about.

Treading down the stairs, I saw my great-aunt in the living room, dressed in her
night outfit. Undoubtedly, she had recently awoken, yet she was present and
generating this abhorrent din.

My eyes went further, and my mother stood close but not too close to the canon.
She looked kind of broken and hurt; the expression on her face said it all.

My great-aunt finally caught sight of me, and she didn't hesitate to give me a
glare. But I couldn't be terrified by that.

“What am I seeing here?” she barked

at me.

I looked at her in a confused manner. “I'm sorry. Say what now?”

“What is this trash doing here?” She gestured toward my mother.

“Who, she?" looked at my mom, then I looked back at this woman. “She, of
course; who else would I be talking about?”

“Have some respect; that's my mother right there.”

“So what?” My great-aunt gave me a disgusting face. “She doesn’t deserve
respect.

“And who are you to say that?" I retorted.

“Don't ask me that. Have some respect, young man.”

“I've already tried to do that before, but I don't think it's possible. Since you don’t
deserve respect, the same way you talk sh*t about her,

“Who even let her come into this house?”

“Why are you asking that?”

“Because I'm going to make that person pay. I will ensure that person gets the
torment of a lifetime.”

“Well, guess what? I'm the one who did it,” I told her at that very moment. “I'm the
one who took her

to this mansion.

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“Why did you do that?"

“Because she’s my mother. Why wouldn't I let her come in? I can't bear to see
her in pain.

“She deserves to be in pain.”

“No, great, I don't really think so,” I continued my defense.

“Do you

have any idea what this woman has done all these years? Do you?”

“What did she do?” I asked out of curiosity. Was she talking about my mother
killing my father, or was she just going to accuse her of doing something terrible?
My grandfather and this woman had never liked my mother. Probably because of
their knowledge of who she was and her demeanor.

I glanced at my great-aunt. Hatred, the powerful emotion that could consume my
goddamn soul with a fiery intensity, found its roots in the depths of my heart
before ever reaching my eyes. This woman really had me fucked up. At times, a
mere glance could unveil a world of disdain and animosity that simmered just
beneath the surface, waiting to erupt like a volcano of malice.

Just take a look at yourself. My gaze pierces through the facade of civility to
reveal the storm brewing within. With each passing glance, a torrent of contempt
flows unchecked, coloring my perception of the world in shades of loathing and
disgust.

Of course, I could see the hate my great-aunt had for my mother, and it was
definitely not because of my father’s death. I knew, for a fact, that she had no
knowledge of that. So, I could be right. Perhaps it was a deep-rooted prejudice,
a past betrayal, or an unresolved conflict that festered like a wound, tainting
every interaction with a bitter aftertaste.

But right now, my eyes, which I often refer to as the windows to my soul,
betrayed the true nature of the current, fucked-up situation. Cold, calculating
stares devoid of warmth or empathy sent shivers down this woman's spine if she
was unfortunate enough to cross my path. My dark path which has not been
revealed to her, Because those feelings were concealed. But right now, my gaze
was a dangerous weapon-ready to strike fear and unease in this woman's heart.
But I knew she was also a tough one, and I still couldn't give her goddamn
respect.

Our eyes wandered against ourselves, seeking out what only God knows for this
silent moment. A fleeting glance was enough to condemn, categorize, and
dehumanize: The weight of my disdain was clear in the air, suffocating this
woman in its path. A stare that was a dagger, an expression that was a blow to
the spirit of this woman who dared to do shit and act different, who dared to
come to my mansion to start telling me nonsense.

“You were just a little kid back then. You wouldn't have any idea of a damn thing
she did.”

“Then why won't you tell me?”

“Because it’s going to be useless. I'll just be wasting my i

1 told her, “And you'll be wasting your time here by causing a disturbance at my
house.”

“My house, you meant,” she said, and I chuckled, looking in another direction.
245. IN MY MANSION

ARIEL'S POV

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I stood on the rocky shore, my feet
sinking into the wet sand, as I gazed

out at the turbulent con before me.

The sky above was a swirling mass

of dark clouds, illuminated by flashes

of lightning that tore through the
darkness like jagged knives. Thunder
rumbled in the distance, a primal roar

that seemed to shake the very
foundations of the earth. The air was
heavy with the scent of salt and on
impending storm—a palpable tension

that made my heart race with fear

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As I watched, a wave of dread

washed over me, mirroring the

crashing ways that pounded agains

the shore. The sea, usually a source

of solace and serenity for me, now
seemed ha malevolent force, a

monster hungry for destruction. The
water churned and rolled, its surface
frothy and chaotic, as if hiding some
terrible secret beneath its depths.

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In the midst of the storm, Luke stood at the water's edge, his silhouette a stark
contrast against the raging sea. He seemed to be calling out to me; his voice lost
in the howling wind and crashing waves. Panic seized my heart as I watched him
wade further into the water, oblivious to the danger that surrounded him.

I tried to reach out to him to warn him of the impending danger, but the fury of the
storm drowned out my voice. I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me a
feeling of being powerless to save the one I loved from the darkness that
threatened to swallow him whole.

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As Luke ventured deeper into the

water, a massive wave rose up

before him, towering like a titan

against the sky. My heart leaped into

my throat as I watched in horror as

the wave crashed down upon him,
engulfing him in its icy embrace. I
screamed his name, a sound lost in

the cacophony of wind and water, as

I saw him disappear beneath the

surface, swallowed by the roiling sea.

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The moment I screamed, my eyes were opene