The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 52

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LUKE’S POV 

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I arrived home, and the moment I stepped foot inside the house, I saw my aunt sitting down, slowly tapping the couch she perched on. She was obviously waiting for me. 

“I thought I told you to come earlier. Where have you been?” My aunt asked me the moment she sighted me. 

“What’s all this nonsense, huh?” I couldn’t help but get irritated by her pesky question. 

“Nonsense? Is this how you talk to your elders? Don’t you have some respect in that mouth of yours?” 

Here she was again, speaking like she was a god or something. 

“Respect? If you could hear yourself when you were talking to me on the phone, you’d know that you deserve none.” I struck her with these words, trying to let her know the kind of person she was. 

“I can see you’re trying to act stubborn, just like your father.” And she had to mention him in this. 

“Don’t you dare drag my father into this.” My spleen got out, still unleashing heavily. 

“What are you going to do, huh? I mean, your anger’s not going to change the fact that you are crazy, just like your father.” She kept on with her fudge. 

“I’m warning you, okay? So you better watch your mouth.” I threatened her, and I swore I could rip her heart out if she didn’t zip it. 

“What did you just say? Do you know I can slap the living soul out of you?” Her words were quite 

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flabbergasting. 

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“You can slap me all you want, but don’t you dare insult my father. That’s something I’m not going to be able to tolerate.” She needed to know what kind of pain she was bringing me. 

“Okay, shut up. Stop trying to act all mighty around here, all because you’ve grown up. In my eyes, you’re still a little kid.” Mariam spat. 

“Enough with the nonsense. Can you please tell me what you’re doing at my house?” I asked, 

crossing my arms. 

“Oh, you’re trying to change the topic, now?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“I won’t repeat this question anymore. What are you doing at my house?” My rage was worsening. 

“Well, I heard that your precious grandfather is dead. Is that true?” She quizzed. Such a silly question. 

“Yes. It’s Sir Reynold for crying out loud. He’s a notable businessman in the country, so the news about his death is going to be all over the internet.” 

“You do know that some people go about with fake news.” 

“Not this one, okay? Now, we’ve already carried out the funeral. So I don’t see the need for you to still be at my house. The door is that way.” It was time for this nonsense to come to an end. 

“You’re going to drive your aunt out of your house?” She queried, not believing my words. Was this something new? 

“Yes, since she’s trying to act like the boss of me.” I retorted. 

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m staying right here, in this house with you.” Mariam made her decision. 

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But it’s the wrong one. 

“It seems like your husband kicked you out. It’s not going to be surprising. After all, you have an irritating attitude.” I taunted. 

“You need to watch your mouth, you little rat!” She snapped, raising her finger at me. 

“Sorry, but it hits different when I say it.” I smirked. But I was still angry as hell. 

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“Well, you’re wrong with what you said, because my husband and I are still living together, perfectly fine, filled with love.” She could lie or not; it was none of my business. 

“I’m not buying that.” I had to press on with the mocking mode. 

“Then go to hell.” She spat. 

“Nah. This is my house; you’re the one who should go to hell. The devil’s going to gladly welcome you into his arms.” I came back. 

“I see this little rat has gotten some nerve. Just so you know, I’ll be living in this house for the next couple of months.” Her words were fanciful. 

“No, you’re not.” I quickly disagreed. 

“Yes, I am. And any moment from now, my belongings will be coming right here,” she said, snapping her fingers. 

Some people walked inside the house right away, having a hold of different luggage. I couldn’t help but give them an angry look. Who told them they could just barge into my house like that? 

“They’re already here.” Mariam clapped her hands. A joyful face right there. 

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I watched her as she moved closer to them. She helped the individuals out, directing them upstairs. There were available rooms up there, but I was not willing to give her a space in this mansion. She 

was trying to act like the boss. But I’d better let her know who’s the boss around here. 

ARIEL’S POV 

Still at the hospital, I couldn’t help but start thinking about my children. I was missing them so much, and I couldn’t wait till all this vengeance stuff was over. I’d finally go back to them, so I hope we get this done as soon as possible. 

Speaking of them, my phone began to ring; it was a video call. Andre’s mother was the one who was calling. Of course, I knew my adorable babies wanted to talk to me. 

I answered the call with a smiling face, and there was Janice, along with Andre’s mother, right on the screen. But I couldn’t see Lukel anywhere. I wondered where he was, or perhaps he didn’t want to talk 

to me. 

“Mommy!” Janice exclaimed. My smile only got wider. 

“I miss you, mommy. When are you coming back?” Her beautiful voice was music to my ears. 

“Soon, my baby, soon.” I hoped. 

“Okay, I can’t wait. I have a lot of things to tell you!” Janice was indeed joyful. 

“You do know you can tell mommy each and every one of them right now.” Smile all on my face. 

“No, I want to tell you when we meet.” She was firm on that. 

“Okay then, sweetheart.” I beamed. 

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“Ariel, what are you doing at a hospital?” Mariam asked. 

“Mommy’s in the hospital?” Janice’s face changed.