Chapter 118
The Love From Vengeance
118 VENOMOUS REUNION ARIELâS POV Still at the party, one of the servers approached me with a tray of drinks. He was a handsome young man, but his looks were nothing extraordinary.
âMiss, do you want some?â he asked, offering me a drink.
I smiled and accepted the drink. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â he replied, before walking away. No doubt he would make a great model with his looks and charm.
Looking around, I couldnât spot Lukel or Janice anywhere. I was wondering why they hadnât arrived at the party yet. As Hannah approached, I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.
âHey Ariel, whatâs up?â she asked with a grin.
âI canât see Lukel and Janice anywhere. Where are they?â I asked, concerned.
Hannah laughed and reassured me, âDonât worry, theyâll be here soon.â
âThatâs what you said an hour ago,â I replied with a sigh.
âIt hasnât even been twenty minutes, Ariel. Relax,â she spoke, shaking her head.
âI just want to be with my children right now,â I stated, feeling anxious.
âDonât worry, theyâre in good hands with Felix. Theyâll be here soon,â Hannah reassured me.
âCan you please call Felix and tell him to hurry up?â I asked, feeling impatient.
Hannah chuckled, âCome on, letâs have some respect. Heâs the man of my dreams.â
I couldnât help but laugh at her statement. âYouâre lucky to have found the man of your dreams.â
Hannah grinned at me, âBut not as lucky as you. Youâre married to one of the most famous billionaires in New Haven.â
I laughed silently at her comment. She had no idea about my past and the struggles I had been through.
ââYou have got to be kidding me,â I laughed, shaking my head. âLetâs just enjoy the party.â
Hannah nodded and we turned to face Manuel, who was now on stage with a microphone âLadies and gentlemen, may I have your attention!â Manuel announced. Everyone turned to face him.
LUKEâS POV Wow, I canât believe youâre this heartless,â I told this woman. We were still talking on the phone. âYou killed your own husband all because of money. And you even murdered your friend too. Why do you have to be so vile?â I asked her, my tone filled with anger and disgust.
âPoint of correction, I tampered with the brakes. But you can put it that way,â she replied nonchalantly, âYou are heartless. I canât believe I ever loved you,â I said bitterly. âShow yourself, wherever you are.â
âWhy should I do that? You should be afraid of me, Luke. You know what I am capable of,â she replied with a sinister laugh.
âWhat can you possibly do?â I asked, my anger rising.
She laughed again, âOh, I forgot to tell you.â
âTell me what?â I asked, my voice dripping with bitterness. All those years I had cared for her, it was all a lie. I wished she had never come back into my life.
âTake it easy, Pushki,â she said, using the nickname she used to call me.
âDonât call me that!â I snapped.
âWhy not? You used to love that name,â she said mockingly.
âNot anymore. Keep that name to yourself. I want nothing to do with you,â I replied, my anger boiling.
âDenying me already? I like that,â she said with a snicker, âI canât believe you would do this. Tell me this is all a lie. Tell me youâre joking and that none of this is true,â I pleaded with her.
âMy little boy wants to cry,â she mocked. âBut too bad, Pushki. Thatâs the truth. I never loved you and I never will. All these years without you or your father, I have been living in peace.â
âThen why did you have to come back into my life now? Why canât you just stay away and live in your peace until you die?â
âOh son, donât think I came back to be with you again. Hell no,â she replied coldly.
âYeah, I know that. You just had to come and break my heart,â I said, feeling broken and hurt.
âIâm sorry about that,â she replied sarcastically.
I clenched my fist tightly, trying to control my anger. âEnough with the drama. Why did you call me? If you want nothing to do with me, then why bother me now?â
âOkay, son. Letâs reflect on the horrifying event that occurred at your house,â she said with an irritated tone.
âAnd what are you referring to exactly?â I asked.
âYou idiot!â She snapped, fueling my anger. âHave you forgotten what happened? It seems like you have a short memory.â
âAre you talking about the incident in my house? When Riley was killed?â
âYes, thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about!â She spoke loudly on the phone. â Good thing you remembered. I thought I was going to have to keep reminding youâ¦â
âEnough!â I interrupted. âWhy do you have to bring that up again? And who told you about it?â
She let out a mocking laugh. âYou shouldnât even be asking me that question. First of all, youâre Luke Reynold, everyone knows about you. Well, almost everyone. Secondly, just because I havenât been a part of your life for all these years, doesnât mean Iâve been living under a rock. I know all about the attack at Sir Reynoldâs funeral and the one at your house. But do you want to know something?â
âWhat?â I asked bitterly. âAre you the one responsible for all of it?â
âWow, Pushki! Congratulations!â She exclaimed. âI can see your brain is finally functioning. I guess youâre not as dumb as I thought.â
I let out a frustrated sigh. âEnough with the insults, okay? Can you just answer my question?â
âWell, you proved me wrong,â she sighed in annoyance. âThe answer I gave you was pretty clear.â
âSo you did try to kill me?â I shook my head in disappointment. âItâs sad that the person I used to love would try to take my life. Do you have any idea how much I think about you every day? I always prayed for you and Dad to come back to me.â
âAnd your prayers have been answered. Iâm back.â I could almost hear the smug smirk in her voice.
âOut the crap, Mom. Oh, sorry, I shouldnât even call you that.â
âYou can, though. After all, I did carry you in my belly for nine good months.â
âI wish that never happened. Youâre so heartless. Because of you, Riley died. What the hell is wrong with you?â
âJust shut up, okay?!â She snarled, her voice dripping with venom.
âOh, now youâre feeling the pain?â I retorted, my tone laced with sarcasm. âWell, it should hurt. Your actions caused the family to lose a beautiful soul. And yet, you have the audacity to feel proud of yourself. You are nothing but a murderer, and it disgusts me to even call you my mother.â
âStop being so dramatic. This is not some TV show, or something,â she scoffed. âIâm not being dramatic, Iâm stating facts. And it hurts, doesnât it?â
She let out a bitter laugh. âYour words donât hurt me. They mean nothing.â
âEnough. I wonât waste any more time talking to someone who has no remorse for their actions.â
âFine. Letâs end this conversation. But before we do, I want you to know that you have a terrible fate awaiting you tonight.â