The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 218

218: LOST SOUL 

LUKE’S POV 

I walked into the bar, and right at this point, I was feeling like a goddamn lost soul. My heart was heavy with the weight of Ariel’s words ringing in my head, I ordered a drink and took a seat at the bar, hoping the alcohol would numb the pain. 

But even as the drinks kept coming, I couldn’t shake off the memory of Ariel’s accusations. The words echoed in my mind, like a constant reminder of the hurt and betrayal she felt towards me. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain, but it only seemed to intensify. 

I watched as the women in the bar danced on stage, trying to entice me with their seductive moves. But I couldn’t bring myself to look at them. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Ariel and the love we once shared. 

A woman with long blonde hair and a tight red dress sat down next to me. She tried to flirt with me, but I couldn’t even manage to smile. She huffed and angrily left, her heels clicking against the floor. 

Still sitting here, nursing my drink, a woman with long, blonde hair and a tight red dress sat down next to me. She flashed me a flirtatious smile. “Hey there, handsome, what’s a guy like you doing all 

by himself?” 

I couldn’t even manage a smile in response as I was lost in my own thoughts. Noticing my lack of interest, she huffed, “Well, I was hoping for some company tonight. But I guess you’re not interested. “She started to get up from her seat, her heels clicking against the floor. 

Feeling guilty for not acknowledging her, I finally spoke up, “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood for company tonight.” 

She rolled her eyes and snapped back, “Well, you could have at least pretended to be interested. It’s not like I was asking for your hand in marriage.” 

I let out a small chuckle. “I apologize; I didn’t mean to come off as rude. It’s been a long day, and I wanted some time to myself.” 

She softened her expression. “I understand. I’ll leave you with your thoughts then. Maybe another 

time?” 

I smiled and nodded. “Maybe another time.” 

that the 

“Idiot,” she snapped and walked away. I made a confused face at that very moment. Like, what the fuck just happened? How did her demeanor change? Ugh, never mind. 

I requested another drink, hoping that it would drown out my thoughts. But as I drank, I couldn’t help but feel like a monster. The weight of Ariel’s words was crushing me, and I couldn’t escape them. 

I downed more of my drink, my mind racing with anger. I was going to find this person and clear my name. I was going to prove to Ariel that I was innocent and that I loved her despite everything. 

But most importantly, I was going to find out who had killed that innocent kid. No one was going to get away with hurting my family. 

And as I was still sitting there, someone approached me. It was Lucifer, the masked man, who had been giving me heart attacks those times. What the hell was he doing here? 

“Luke Reynold, seeing you again is a nice thing “He sat close to me, ordering a drink after that. 

“You? You’re still alive?” 

He chuckled. “I should be the one asking you that. Your mother spared your life. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Why not? Aren’t the both of you reunited?” 

“I’m having a bad moment right now, and please, don’t come here to make things worse. 

“You’re having a bad moment? I’m having a bad moment, too.” 

“Yeah, that’s none of my business.” I drank my glass. 

“I know, and same thing here,” he uttered, and I gave him a serious face. He smirked and continued, When you told me that you were having a 

“Okay, did you come here to talk sh*t?” I cut him off. 

“I came here to get a drink.” 

“It doesn’t seem like that to me.” 

“That’s none of my business,” he retorted. 

I shot him a cold look before turning my face away. “What are you feeling like, huh?” 

“Oh, Luke. I have to say, I actually missed having a conversation with you. 

“You know you can just tell me what you want. Is it money? Five hundred million dollars?” 

He laughed. “Take it easy, brother.” 

“I’m not your brother.” 

“I know. It’s just a saying. 

“Well, don’t say it.” 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” 

“You’re right. But I can slam your head with one of these bottles right here.” 

“Luke Reynold, calm down. I didn’t come here for arguments. 

“You came here for jokes. But I’m in no mood for that right now.” 

213 LOST SOUL 

“Your wife broke your heart.” 

I sighed. “Please shut up.” 

“God didn’t give me this mouth for that.” 

“God also doesn’t want you talking like a fool.” I gave him a fake smile. “By the way, I keep on wondering something.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Do you ever take that mask off?” I asked. 

“Yes, I do.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“That’s none of my business,” he vocalized. 

I let out a tiring sigh. “Will you stop saying that?” 

“Go get laid.” 

“What?” I gave him a puzzled face. 

“You want to see my face, don’t you?” 

“Not that eager, though. I mean, you’re not going to be charming.” 

“Who told you that?” 

“Your voice says it all,” I replied. 

He took a deep breath and looked at me with a sense of sadness in his eyes. “You know, Luke, my name is not Lucifer. It’s Henry.” 

“Yeah, it was quite clear.” 

He hesitated for a moment before taking off his mask and revealing his scarred face. “My family was killed in a fire when I was just a kid. My face got burned during the attack.