The Love From Vengeance

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Tiffany stood gracefully across the road,her golden hair shining under the morning light. She was dressed to impress in a stunning green minidress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her matching heels added an extra touch of elegance to her overall look. And as she made her way towards me, she exuded confidence and radiated beauty, making it hard to take my eyes off of her.

Now I had to ask myself if this was the nurse I made out with back then. Damn, she looked really different. But come on, I wasn’t going to be lost in her beauty. I clearly remembered what she told me before I left for Andre’s party yesterday, and I hoped she was just joking.

I watched Tiffany as she walked in my direction, and I couldn’t feel the pain in my stomach anymore. It was absurd and crazy, but I liked it. And I hoped the sh*t wouldn’t come running through me again.

And Tiffany finally stood close to me, both of us staring at each other in silence. Right in her eyes, I could see her anger towards me. A glare that was so out of the world. And all I could do was just make a serious face.

“So, have you finally made up your mind?” Tiffany asked, crossing her arms.

“About what?” I raised an eyebrow, like I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“Who said I was playing dumb with you? Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Are you really going to behave like this, now?”

“Behave like how?”

She let out a sigh of frustration. “Yesterday, I told you I’m pregnant.”

“You did?” I joked, and her glare worsened. I had to compose myself. “Yeah, you did,” I said calmly.

“Now tell me, what’s your decision?”

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MASON’S POV

I sat at a small, cozy coffee shop, my fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. My gaze was fixed on the passersby outside, but my thoughts were a world away, lost in memories of Sofie. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans

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mingled with the soft murmur of voices around me, creating a comforting backdrop to my bittersweet reverie.

I remembered the first time I met Sofie, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the warm summer air. Our connection had been instant, as though we were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found each other. We had spent countless hours at this very coffee shop, lost in conversation about everything and nothing, our laughter filling the air with a joy that seemed to defy gravity.

My mind drifted to our adventures together, the road trips we had taken with no destination in mind, the spontaneous decisions that had led us to hidden gems and breathtaking views. I could still feel the rush of wind in my hair as we drove along winding roads, the music turned up loud, and our spirits were soaring high.

But it wasn’t just the grand adventures that filled my heart with warmth; it was the small, everyday moments that I cherished the most. The quiet mornings spent sipping coffee in comfortable silence; the lazy afternoons cuddled up on the couch, lost in books or movies; the stolen kisses and whispered words of love that only we shared.

As I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, my thoughts turned to the last days we had spent together and the painful goodbye that had torn my world apart. Sofie had been my rock, my anchor in a stormy sea, and losing her had left me adrift, struggling to find my way back to shore.

I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to the memory of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and the softness of her touch. The ache in my chest was a constant companion now, a reminder of the love we had shared and the emptiness that had settled in its wake.

The coffee shop around me buzzed with life, the sound of clinking cups and hushed conversations blending into a symphony of everyday moments. But for me, time seemed to stand still as I sat there, lost in a world that was no longer my own, a world where Sofie’s laughter still echoed in the air and her presence lingered in every corner.

It was quite painful, but this was all Luke’s fault. He was the one responsible for the death of my girlfriend, and he was definitely going to pay.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

It was a typical Saturday night at the hottest nightclub in town. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was packed with people. Among them was Luke, a handsome young man who had spent the entire evening at the bar, downing one shot after another.

By this point, Luke was extremely drunk, and his vision was starting to blur. He

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stumbled towards the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the music. As he moved through the crowd, he caught sight of a girl who seemed just as intoxicated as he was. Her name was Sofie, and she had just caught her boyfriend Mason in bed with another woman.

Tears streamed down Sofie’s face as she made her way towards the bar, and her heart shattered into a million pieces. But as she reached for a drink, her eyes met Luke’s, and something sparked between them. Without a word, they both downed their drinks and continued to stare at each other.

Luke couldn’t resist the urge to talk to Sofie. He made his way towards her and leaned in close. “Hey, you okay?” he slurred.

Sofie let out a bitter laugh. “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me. What do you think?”

Luke’s heart sank for her. He knew all too well the pain of being cheated on.” Well, let’s drink to that,” he said, raising his glass.

Sofie giggled and clinked her glass against his. They both took another shot, and then another. As the night went on, they continued to drink and talk, the alcohol numbing their pain. And before they knew it, they were dancing on the crowded dance floor, their bodies pressed against each other, moving in perfect sync.

As the music slowed down, Luke leaned in and whispered in Sofie’s ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

Without hesitation, Sofie nodded and followed Luke out of the club. They stumbled through the streets, laughing and holding onto each other for support. Finally, they reached a nearby hotel and stumbled into a room.

The moment the door closed behind them, their lips met in a wild, passionate kiss. They were both lost in the moment, their bodies craving each other’s touch. They tore off each other’s clothes, their hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.

The night between Luke and Sofie was really wild, the both of them kissing really wild. Sofie had to get on her knees and vigorously suck the soul out of Luke, still in their intoxicated state.

Luke pushed her to the bed, and slammed her hard for minutes that felt like eternity. The room was filled with her moans, the both of them changing positions. And it came to a point where Luke began to choke her, while continued pounding her. His grip on her neck was too tight, and she could barely breathe. Luke’s intoxicated state had blinded him completely from seeing what he was doing, and that was how Sofie died in pleasure.