The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off the video. The guy with the blonde hair was kissing Harriet passionately,

rubbing her buttocks. And she was moving her hands all over his body, even down to his crotch. She

even dipped her hands through his towel, coming into contact with his. Oh sh*t! This was all bullshit!

Why would Harriet do something so disgusting for the second time? I thought we were already strong

in our promises. So why the hell would she do that? I didn’t want to believe this, but this video was not

fake.

The person who sent me the video began to call me again, so I answered the phone call.

“Have you seen it?” He asked.

“Yes, yes, I have,” I answered, flooded with pain.

“Good. I’m just showing you the kind of woman you call your own. And just so you know, this isn’t the

first time she’s done this. Neither is it the second, nor is it the third. The choice is now yours to make.

Goodbye.” He put an end to the phone call.

I was boiling with anger after hearing all that, and the nonsense I saw in the video was still playing in

my head. This was the same lady who made a promise that she would never cheat on me and would

do anything to make sure our relationship wouldn’t fall apart.

I was ready to go against my grandfather, even seeing him in that condition, but not anymore. As of

now, my relationship with Harriet is over. From now on, I had nothing to do with her. She could go to

hell for all I care, and she could sleep with any man she liked; that was none of my business anymore.

This was the end of Luke and Harriet. I didn’t want to even hear her apologies, and if she wanted to

end her own life, she was good to go. No one would be stopping her, especially not me. She broke my

trust once again, and this video clearly showed everything. This was what she consistently did behind

my back. How shameful of her.

And a big thanks to whoever got them on video. I had no idea why this person decided to

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display this to me, but I was glad, and I would be grateful for the rest of my life.

I put my phone in my pocket and walked inside the room. My grandfather, still lying on the bed, had his

eyes closed. I walked to him.

“Are you done with your phone call?” He asked softly.

“Yes, yes, I’m done,” I answered in hushed tones, thinking about the betrayal that Harriet had to carry

out. I didn’t even know what to do when I saw her. If I should ignore her, or if I should strangle her to

death,.

I held my grandfather’s hands. “So about that wish of yours, I’m going to fulfill it. I’m going to get

married to Ariel,” I told him without thinking twice.

It was a decision I had decided to make. Harriet messed up big time, so I didn’t want anything to do

with her anymore. And since my grandfather wanted me to get married to anyone he wanted, which

happened to be Ariel, I shouldn’t go against his wishes. All the thinking had finally been over; the

problem was now solved.

“Are you for real, Luke?” His tone was soft, low, and kind of broken. But there was happiness right

there. And that made me happy.

“Yes, grandpa, I’m going to get married to Ariel, and we’ll do that as soon as possible. Just what you

want.”

My grandfather smiled at me, invoking me to beam back at him. It was a great moment. Now, how was

I going to convince Ariel to marry me? After what happened between the both of us in the past, I could

tell that she would never want to spend her life with me. She was going to refuse no matter what, even

if an angel from heaven told her to. But I’d have to try my very best. I would have to.

ARIEL’S POV

Oh, it was another beautiful day, and I was at the mall, looking for the perfect gift to get for Andre.

Tomorrow was his birthday, and I recently remembered that. Now I was searching for the perfect dress

for him, walking past so many wonderful and stunning suits. All would suit him perfectly, and it was

quite hard to make a choice. Maybe I could just buy the whole store.

After quite some time of walking around, I finally picked a suit for him. It was black in color and

absolutely stunning. I was just picturing Andre wearing it at the moment, and I have to say, he was

really dreamy in this head of mine.

I also picked out T–shirts for him; most of them were blue because that was Andre’s favorite color.

After I was done buying the clothes, I left the building, and then I saw Jack, Luke’s assistant. And he

seemed to be heading in my direction. I halted the moment he got closer.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Reynold,” Jack greeted.

I cleared my throat, and he corrected himself immediately. “Sorry, good afternoon, Miss Clinton.”

“Afternoon,” I greeted him as well. “How may I help you?”

“Mr. Reynold wants to speak with you,” Jack informed me.

“Who? Luke?” I asked Jack, and he nodded. “Where is he now?”

“He’s at his car, right over there.” Jack gestured towards a black car, and just as he had said, it

belonged to Luke.

“Do you have any idea why he want to talk to me?”

“No, miss. Can we get going now?”

I nodded, and he led the way until we both got in close proximity to Luke’s car. Jack opened the door

for me. I stood for a moment, wondering what was going on and if this was a dream or not. But I

entered the car anyway. Jack closed the door forthwith.

Luke, looking dashing in the suit, was sitting down, fixing his eyes on nothing–no one else

but me.

“You came; I thought you were going to refuse,” Luke said, taking his eyes off me.

“I’m glad you know where we stand,” I uttered, turning my gaze in another direction as well.” So, can

you please tell me why you’ve called me here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I miss you,” he answered with a blank look on his face. How was I even going to

believe what he was saying?

“You miss me?” I gave him a skeptical look.

“Of course, I guess. But your response makes it seem like I’m lying.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing around here?” I quizzed him, raising my eyebrows.

He looked at me with a cold face, but he quickly softened his expression, exhaling deeply. “Of course, I

know you hate me for all the wrong I did to you. And I too have nothing to say right now; that’s why I

want you to follow me.”

“Follow you to where, exactly?”

“My grandfather wants to speak to you,” he uttered, averting his eyes.

“Your grandfather? Who, Sir Reynold?”

“How many grandfathers do I have?” He asked, his tone sort of cold.

“As a matter of fact and according to the principles of life, you’re supposed to have two.”

“How many do you

frown on my face.

know?” He asked directly. I refused to answer his question. And I had a

“He’s at a hospital. So, are you coming with me?“.

I was silent for a few seconds. I didn’t even want to follow him, but then I saw Mason’s text on my

phone, and that reminded me of his dark plans.

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“Are you coming with me?” Luke asked again.

I let out a deep sigh. “Yes, let’s go.”