The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 134

134 HOW WE COLLIDED 

LUKE’S POV 

EIGHT YEARS AGO 

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping and the sun shining through the window. As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a weight on my chest and saw a woman lying next to me in bed. My heart stopped as I realized that we were both half–naked. 

Confusion and panic flooded my mind as I tried to remember what happened the previous night. I had gone out with my friends for a few drinks, but everything was a blur after that. I couldn’t recall how I ended up in bed with this woman. 

I let out a gasp and quickly sat up, causing the woman to stir a little bit. She didn’t wake up, and my mind wasn’t settled about this one. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was completely unaware of this woman, including her name, and it is beyond my comprehension how we ended up in the same bed. My mind was racing with questions and frustration. 

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, my voice filled with intense rage, because this was just so fucked up!” 

The woman sat up immediately and looked at me in shock. She scanned the room, making a confused face, and she gasped immediately. 

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice now filled with worry. And then she glanced back at me. “And who are you?” 

“Who am I? Are you crazy right now?! I don’t remember anything from last night. How did you end up in my bed?” I demanded. 

The woman’s expression turned serious as she realized the situation. But she was still looking confused as she drove her hands through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. 

“Aren’t you going to answer my question? How the frick did you end up in my goddamn bed?!” I snapped. 

“I have no idea, okay? I genuinely have no idea how I got here,” she answered, and it seemed like she was about to burst into tears. But I wasn’t going to care one bit. Hell no! 

But I couldn’t believe it. I had never been so reckless in my life. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got this drunk. So, what was really going on here? This whore had done sh*t, huh? Golddiggers. 

The door opened immediately, and tons of people rushed inside the room, taking pictures of us. They were journalists. 

I watched in horror as the room was suddenly filled with journalists, their 

cameras flashing and microphones thrusting towards my face. 

“Is this your girlfriend, Luke? Are you two in a relationship?” one of them shouted. 

I shook my head, trying to make sense of the chaos. “I don’t even know her name, “I replied, my voice trembling with anger and confusion. 

The woman next to me seemed to shrink into the bed, her eyes wide with shock and fear. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Bullshit! I feel like choking her to death right now. 

“Is this some kind of scandal, Lukel? Are you cheating on your girlfriend?” another journalist asked, pushing their way to the front. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” I snapped, my frustration and anger bubbling over. “I don’t even know who this woman is!” 

More questions were thrown at me, and I could feel my head spinning. How did this happen? How did I end up in bed with a complete stranger? I could see the headlines now: “Famous Billionaire Caught in Scandalous Affair!” 

“Please, just leave us alone,” I pleaded, gesturing towards the door. But the journalists refused to budge, continuing to snap photos and ask questions. 

The woman next to me finally spoke up, her voice shaking. “Please, we don’t know what’s going on either. Can you please give us some space?” 

But the reporters seemed relentless, wanting to get every juicy detail of this supposed affair. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards the woman, and I scooted closer to her, draping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Enough! We have nothing to say to you, people. Now get out!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. 

After a few more minutes of arguing and pleading, the journalists finally left, their cameras still clicking as they exited the room. I let out a deep breath, my heart still racing from the chaos. 

The woman next to me looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I don’t even know how I ended up here.” 

I got out of bed and started pacing around the room, trying to make sense of the situation. The woman stood there, watching me with that sad countenance. Oh, it made me sick. 

“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she continued apologizing, with her eyes still filled with tears. 

I stopped and looked at her. She seemed genuinely remorseful, but that didn’t change the fact that I was in a complete mess. I couldn’t even look at her without feeling a surge of anger and disgust. 

Without thinking, I walked towards her and pushed her off the bed. She let out a scream as she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the nightstand. 

I stood there, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. Should I even feel guilty that I had just done that? I had never been a violent person, but my anger and frustration got the best of me. 

The woman looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I could see the pain and confusion on her face. But I was definitely not going to feel guilty for my actions. 

“You are nothing but a golddigger, you bitch!” I snarled. “You say you’re pretty, huh? You call that a face? It looks like someone took a sledgehammer to it!” I continued with my hurtful words. 

“Just take a good look at yourself, you whore. You’re trying to sell your body, looking for millions, right? Because you’re broke as hell. No wonder you can’t afford to fix that crooked nose of yours. Look at you right in this room, like you’re some queen. Newsflash, honey, you’re nothing but a lowly prostitute. No one will ever take you seriously. Do you hear me?!”