The Love From Vengeance

370: BROKEN BONDS

ARIEL’S POV

I stormed into my parents‘ elegant living room, a cloud of anger and betrayal churning within me. My hands trembled with disbelief as I brandished my phone, the glaring headlines announcing my supposed engagement to Luke burning into my consciousness.

“Mom, Dad, we need to talk,” I demanded.

They looked up, surprised, etching their features at the urgency in my tone.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” my mother asked, concern furrowing her brow.

I thrust my phone forward, the damning evidence of my supposed betrothal displayed on the screen.

“Explain this,” I demanded, my voice rising with each word,

Their guilty exchange confirmed my worst fears.

“We’re sorry, Ariel. We never meant for things to spiral out of control like this,” my father began, his voice

tinged with remorse,

But apologies were not what I sought. I needed answers.

“Sorry isn’t enough, Dad. Why have you destroyed my future?” I queried, my anger boiling over.

My mother reached out, but I recoiled, the sting of their betrayal too raw.

“I trusted you both. I thought you had my best interests at heart,” I accused the both of them. I was feeling

broken.

They hung their heads, unable to meet my accusing gaze.

“We only wanted what was best for you, Ariel. We thought…” my mother faltered, unable to finish her

justification.

acceptable to

leaving me with a searing sense of betrayal.

refuse to be a pawn in your social climbing game,” I declared

spill as I turned away, weighed down by disappointment and

murmured, my voice barely audible over

leaden cloak, suffocating me with its heaviness. Without another word, I fled from the living room, seeking solace in the sanctuary

door behind me and locked it with a shaky hand. The dam

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a testament to the pain and betrayal i felt

my hands, the sobs wracking my body uncontrollably. It felt as though my heart had been torn from my chest, leaving behind

agony.

have orchestrated something so cruel and manipulative?

status?

a tempest, each emotion crashing against the fragile walls of my composure. I felt utterly alone, abandoned

and support

expectations, their ambitions, and their decelt pressed down on me like a suffocating

oppressive weight. I struggled to

wave of emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

my room, I allowed myself to surrender to the

that gnawed at my insides. It was as though I were mourning the loss

now shattered into a million irreparable

to lose all meaning as I lay there, cocooned in the darkness

the ache in my chest remained, a constant reminder of the betrayal that

my world asunder.

betrayal and broken promises. But even in slumber, there was no escape from the harsh reality of my shattered dreams and the bitter taste of betrayal that

with apprehension, as I heard my mother’s voice urging me to open the door. With a reluctant sigh, I rose from my bed, every fiber of my being

pulled open the door, my mother’s worried expression

us in,” she implored, her voice filled, with

urge to slam the door shut and shut out the world was almost overwhelming. But eventually,

my chest in

approached tentatively, her eyes brimming with tears. “Ariel, darling, I’m so sorry,” she whispered,