The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

I was at the Sun House, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie and straightening my suit. This was where I spent the night. And now I was preparing for this goddamn wedding. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Today marked the day when I would fulfill my late grandfather’s wish. Well, only half of it.

He had always wanted me to marry Ariel because he believed she would bring happiness and prosperity to our family. I used to consider that to be bullshit. But the days had passed by, and I had to realize that there was something special about this woman.

I had never imagined myself in this situation. All these years, I was deeply in love with Harriet. We had dreams of a future together, building a life filled with love and companionship.

But as time went on, the cracks in our relationship began to show. Trust was shattered, and the person I thought I knew turned out to be someone entirely different. The pain of betrayal stung, leaving me wondering if love was worth the heartache.

And so, here I stood, ready to embark on a new journey with Ariel. She had reentered my life unexpectedly, like a gust of wind on a calm summer’s day. I never thought we would cross paths again, let alone consider marriage. But life has a way of surprising us, throwing unexpected curveballs our way.

Taking one last look at my reflection, I couldn’t help but notice how my hair had been meticulously styled. It was a small detail, but it represented the effort I was putting into this new chapter of my life.

I knew this was going to be a hard one, filled with bitterness. But I would have to take it all in and try my very best to develop feelings for Ariel. That sounds almost impossible.

Just as I traipsed downstairs, the doorbell rang, and I swiftly made my way to the door. I opened it, only to see Jack.

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“Good morning, boss,” Jack greeted.

“Morning,” I said, scanning him from up to down.

“So, are you ready?” He asked.

“You can see me in my suit, right? I guess you have an answer to your question.”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, I totally understand. So, we should be leaving then.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, the car is right there,” Jack answered, gesturing toward the car parked outside.

“I see,” I said with a slow nod. “Just give me a minute, okay? You can go wait for me in the car.‘

“Okay, boss,” Jack said, and he made his way to the car.

I closed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty house. The silence was overwhelming, a stark reminder of my grandfather’s absence.

The house that once bustled with life now stood still, frozen in time. It felt as if the very essence of my grandfather lingered within these walls, whispering his presence to me.

As I walked through the Sun House, a wave of doom washed over me. Memories of my dear grandfather flooded my mind, each one etched vividly in my heart.

The times we spent together, the laughter we shared, and the wisdom he imparted upon me–they all seemed so fresh yet painfully distant.

My eyes scanned the rooms, searching for traces of him. The worn–out armchair in the corner is

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where he used to sit, reading his favorite books.

The photographs on the mantelpiece capture cherished moments of our family. Each object held a story–a cherished memory waiting to be relived.

I moved from room to room, and I couldn’t help but recall the countless visits I made to this house. The aroma of freshly baked cookies that greeted me at the door, the warmth of his smile as he embraced me, and the hours we would spend talking about life’s mysteries. It was a safe haven, a place where I could always find solace and guidance.

But now, the house seemed different. The air was heavy with the weight of loss, and the absence of his laughter was a constant ache in my heart.

Life can be so unpredictable and unfair. It had ripped away the person who meant the world to me, leaving behind only memories and an unfillable void.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood in the center of the living room, the flood of emotions threatening to consume me. I closed my eyes, trying to hold onto those memories to keep his spirit alive within me.

The love he showered upon me, the lessons he taught me, and the values he instilled in my core- they would forever guide me on my journey.

Life can indeed be hard, filled with moments of joy and sorrow. But it is the memories we hold dear that sustain us and remind us of the love we shared.

The Sun House may now be empty, but its walls will forever be filled with the echoes of our laughter, the warmth of our embraces, and the enduring bond between the both of us.

Grandfather, the time has come for me to begin this wish of yours. It’s going to be hard, I know. But I’ll try my best to follow through with it.

I finally left the house, locking the door, and after that, I walked to the car. Jack was seated in the

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driver’s seat, waiting for me.

“Are you ready?” He aksed. I nodded slowly, with the thoughts of my grandfather still revolving in my head.

“Okay then,” he said, and he unlocked the door from the inside. I opened the car and got inside.

“You need to smile, boss; today’s a big day for you,” Jack told me with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said underneath my breath.

Still grinning at me, Jack wore some shades and threw another one to me. I was settling down in the

back seat.

“You want me to put this on?” I looked at him pretty well. He nodded before setting his eyes on the

road.

“Hope you got your seatbelt on,” he vocalized, fixing his hands on the steering wheel.

“Yes,” I replied, putting on my seatbelt and also placing the shades around my eyes. “We can go now.

((

“Okay,” Jack spoke, and he began to drive.

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We were now at the venue for the wedding. A huge hall, used by tons of notable people in the country

for different parties, and today it was my turn.

I had greeted some of the guests, and at the moment, we were all waiting for one person, Ariel. She was supposed to be here, but no. I wondered what was taking her so long. I just hope she isn’t

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planning on ditching me in this one. That woman was unpredictable.

With anticipation all over the air, everyone was seated down, chatting softly, but they were eagerly waiting for the arrival of that goofball.

I glanced around, catching glimpses of familiar faces, and I was glad they showed up. Business partners, friends–they were all present. But one idiot wasn’t yet present. I don’t know why I have to keep insulting that moron. Oops, I did it again.

“Oh gosh, where is she now?” I whispered to myself, standing at the altar, biding patiently for Ariel.

My eyes narrowed down, and murmurs rippled through the crowd. I just wanted them to shut up. What were they even talking about anyway?

Minutes later, I heaved my face, only to see the golden doors open. The guests all craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of who was about to step foot in the hall.