Chapter 217
The Love From Vengeance
217: ENOUGH!
LUKEâS POV As the lights flickered back on and the elevator stopped shaking, I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked down at Ariel, who was now unconscious in my arms. I had kissed her, and she had fainted. I thought the kids were going to stop that from happening, but too bad, it didnât. I could just wait for us to get out of this situation.
I held her tightly, scared of losing her again. I couldnât handle the thought of losing her twice. I waited for what felt like an eternity for the elevator to start moving again. Finally, the doors opened, and a group of people came rushing in, looking worried.
âWe heard someone screaming for help. Is everything okay?â one of them asked.
I explained the situation to them, and they quickly called for medical help. Ariel was still unconscious, and I didnât want to let go of her. I carried her out of the elevator, and the medical team quickly took her to the hospital.
ARIELâS POV I woke up to the sound of beeping machines and the sterile smell of a hospital room. My head was throbbing, and my body felt like it had been hit by a truck. As I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my side, and I winced. Wait, I couldnât all this pain be here, all because of a shake? It wasnât like I was beaten or something. I just blacked out. Oh well, life goes on.
âEasy there,â a familiar voice said, and I turned to see Luke standing by my bedside. âYouâve finally regained consciousness.â
âWhat happened?â I asked, my voice weak and scratchy.
âYou fainted in the elevator. Thankfully, everything got back to normal that moment, and I got help, and here you are at the hospital.â
I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to piece together what happened. It was really a fuckedâup feeling. I couldnât believe I was that scared of dying. Like, I was still terrified of leaving this earth?
Seriously?
âIâm just glad youâre okay,â Luke said, placing a hand on my arm.
I shrugged his hand off and glared at him. âI donât need you to care about me, Luke. Just go.â
He sighed and shook his head. âI canât do that, Ariel. I still care about you, no matter how much you push me away.â
I rolled my eyes. âYou donât get it, do you? I donât want you in my life anymore. Youâve caused me enough pain.â
âEnough pain, yes; big mistakes, yes. But Iâve apologized, and I donât get why your heart is still filled with darkness. I want to protect you, no matter what.â
217; ENOUGH!
I scoffed. âI donât need your protection, Luke. Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.â
He sat down next to me, and his face was serious. âI know you are, but that doesnât mean you have to do it alone. I made a vow to protect you when I married you, and I intend to keep it.â
âThe vow you made to your grandfather? Oh, please, Luke. Donât make me laugh.â
âI did make that vow because of my grandfather. But things have changed. I now love you, and I want to protect you. I want to keep you safe from all sorts of danger.â
I looked away, not wanting to see the sincerity in his eyes. âI donât want to be married to you anymore, Luke. We both know our marriage was a mistake. I shouldnât even have married you for the second time.â
Lukeâs expression softened. âI wonât deny that weâve had our problems, but I still love you, Ariel. And I wonât give up on us.â
âPlease donât keep on saying that. I canât even picture myself being with you.â
âBut I can, Ariel. I can picture you kissing me, and I can picture the two of us cuddling. Itâs all in my head.â
âStop! Donât tell me such nonsense. Better get those thoughts off your head. Get it out, Luke. Youâll only be deceiving yourself.â
âSorry, Ariel. But these feelings are true. And Iâm not going to stop until weâre finally back together.â
âYouâre going to die trying.â
âThen Iâd rather die trying to get you back than sit down and do nothing. âYou are mine, and I am yours.â
I closed my eyes, trying to block out his words. But then I remembered something. âWhy did you kiss me before I passed out in the elevator?â
Lukeâs cheeks turned pink, and he looked away. âI donât know⦠I guess I just wanted to make sure you knew I still cared.â
âWell, donât do it again. Itâs irritating, and it doesnât change anything.â
Lukeâs you, ze met mine. âI canât promise that, Ariel. Youâre still my wife, and I still have feelings for âKeep your feelings to yourself,â I spat.
âI canât do that, Ariel. Youâve already stolen a part of my heart.â
âThen come and take it. I donât want anything to do with you.â
âI didnât kill your son.â
âPlease donât say that,â I uttered inaudibly.
217 ENOUGH âWhy wouldnât 171 canât keep on letting you go on with these accusations.â
I glared at him. âI feel like getting up from this bed and ripping your brain out of your head.â
âWho even made you believe that?â
âBelieve what?â
âThat 1 killed Luke. Apparently, you werenât there when he was shot.
âSo what?â I snapped.
âIâm trying to tell you that I didnât do anything. Someone told you sh*t, and you just believed? Like, that doesnât even make any sense.â
âYou killed my son to get back at me. It makes sense enough.â
âThatâs false, Ariel. I didnât do that. Believe me, please.â
âI canât believe you, Luke. You expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with my sonâs death?
âI swear, Ariel. I had no involvement in Lukeâs death.â
âStop lying to me, Luke. You have always been a monster!â
âI would never hurt you like that. I may have made mistakes, but I would never harm an innocent child.â
âI canât listen to this anymore. Get out of my sight!â I shouted, pointing towards the door.
Lukeâs face fell, and he nodded in defeat. âIâll leave, but remember this, Ariel. I still love you.!!
1 ignored his words and turned away, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes. Luke walked out of the hospital room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I couldnât believe that he was still trying to defend himself. After everything that had happened, I couldnât let myself be vulnerable to him again. Hell no. I came back for vengeance, but I was too stupid to let love get a hold of me.
But a part of me couldnât help but wonder, What if he was telling the truth? What if he really didnât have anything to do with Lukeâs death?
I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. It didnât matter anymore; Lukel was gone, and nothing could bring him back.
A few hours later, the doctor came in and checked on me. He informed me that I had fainted due to stress and exhaustion and that I needed to rest.
I nodded, not really paying attention to his words. All I could think about was Luke and our shattered relationship.