The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 62

62: SURGE OF RAGE

ARIEL’S POV 

Harriet’s furious gaze fixed on me as she raised her gun, intensifying my fear to the point of overflowing. It was clear to me that this woman had completely lost her mind. 

Witnessing her cold–blooded murder of a pries 

just moments ago, I couldn’t help but believe that I might be her next target. The situation had spiraled into complete absurdity, with the barrel of the gun now directed squarely at me. 

My mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. Harriet’s eyes, once filled with life, now reflected a twisted sense of anger and madness.

This was so crazy; it was supposed to be a gleeful day, right? But things turned out the opposite way. This was something no one would sign up for. And damn, what was going to happen after this? Was I going to walk out of this hall alive? 

As Harriet’s finger tightened around the trigger, my heart pounded in my chest, echoing the sheer terror that consumed me. I pleaded silently for a miracle, desperately hoping that someone or something would intervene and save me from this impending doom. 

Harriet’s eyes bore into mine, devoid of any trace of humanity. It was as if she had become a vessel for pure malevolence, a force of destruction that sought to eradicate everything in its path. 

A wave of thoughts crashed over me, with memories and regrets flooding my mind. I thought of my little ones, Janice and Lukel, wondering if I would ever see them again. 

“Harriet, you don’t have to do this. You do not have to kill anyone,” I said, trying to see if I could give this woman some senses. “What will you gain if you kill me? Will it give you the happiness you want?” 

“Yes, it will!” Harriet snapped. “If you die now, I will have Luke all for myself.” 

“And how are you so sure about that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask me that! just start praying that you find a way to get out of this situation!” She continued with her blaring tone. “But it’s too bad, God won’t listen to you. Since you’re a devil. 

“That’s rich 

me from the person who just murdered a priest.” I retorted. 

“Silence!” Harriet screamed right away. “I’m going to send you straight to hell. You don’t belong here. You don’t belong in Luke’s life either. And that’s why I’m going to erase you from this world.” 

“And you think you’re going to be happy if you kill me?” I gave her a question that was likely to bring her senses back. “You think you’re just going to get away with it?” 

“I will have Luke all for myself,” she vocalized. But she was only talking nonsense. 

“Don’t lie to yourself, Harriet. You just murdered someone, and if you kill me, that’s going to be two charges. Who knows? You might spend the rest of your life in jail,” I said, looking in another direction. 

“You don’t have to worry about that. Just worry about yourself right now,” she spat bitterly, not taking her hands off her gun for even a second. 

“I’m only being real right now. You can’t get away with this murder,” I told her, and I continued with the lecture, “There are a lot of people around here who witnessed this. So, will you be able to escape this one? Accept the facts, Harriet. You’re going straight to jail.” 

“Oh, that does it,” Harriet said underneath her breath. 

how 

She was just about to shoot a bullet, but Luke forcefully pushed her from behind, causing both of them to lose their balance and fall to the ground. 

As a result of the sudden impact, the gun slipped from Harriet’s grasp and landed a few feet away. Reacting swiftly, I wasted no time in grabbing hold of the firearm. 

Meanwhile, Luke maintained a firm grip on Harriet, ensuring that she remained pinned to the floor. With the gun nów in my possession, I aimed it directly at her, my finger hovering over the trigger. 

Harriet, trapped beneath Luke’s grasp, struggled fruitlessly to escape. Fear and desperation flickered in her eyes, and yet a sense of determination emanated from her. But his grip was just too tight. 

“Guess the tables have turned around, I told Harriet, still pointing the gun at her. “And now, I have the upper hand.” 

“Let go of me!” Harriet barked, struggling to break free from Luke. 

“Will you please behave yourself?” Luke barked at her, but she was still trying to act stubborn. 

“What are you guys staring at? Someone call the cops or something!” I shouted at the guests who were just watching the three of us. 

“Way ahead of you,” Mason said, moving closer in our direction. 

“Mason?” I whispered to myself. I never knew he was serious when he said he would show up at the wedding. 

A bunch of police officers strolled in after that. They appeared strong and brave in their matching outfits, and they directed their steps toward us. 

I felt relieved that they had eventually arrived to whisk Harriet off. That lady was completely insane, I tell you! She nearly ended my life moments ago, but luckily, Luke changed the story. 

The policemen approached us with stern expressions on their faces, and all eyes went to Harriet, who was still seething with anger. I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of what could have happened if she had succeeded in her malevolent plan. 

It was all thanks to Luke’s quick thinking and bravery that I’m still standing here right now. Although he was a jerk, he still had some good sides to him. My vengeance was still going to be executed. 

“There is the lady who’s responsible for killing that priest, that innocent man.” Mason let out a deep sigh after uttering those words. 

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One of the officers glanced at me. “And what’s she doing with a gun?” He asked Mason. 

“She was just trying to save herself,” Luke replied immediately, taking Harriet from the floor. “From this lady right here,” he added.