The Love From Vengeance

Chapter 370

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.

it was acceptable

leaving me with a

be a pawn in your social climbing game,” I declared my voice resonating through the

I turned away, weighed down by disappointment and

to process this,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over

of their betrayal bore down on me like a leaden cloak, suffocating me with its heaviness. Without another word, I fled from the living room, seeking solace in the sanctuary of

with a shaky hand. The dam

370 BROKEN BONDS

a testament to the pain and betrayal i

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

agony.

something so cruel and manipulative? Did they truly see me as nothing more than a pawn in

status?

a tempest, each emotion crashing against the fragile walls

and support

of their expectations, their ambitions, and their

its oppressive weight. I struggled to catch

emotions that threatened to

the solitude of my room, I allowed myself to surrender to the torrent of

my insides. It was as

once envisioned, now shattered into

all meaning as I lay there, cocooned in the darkness of my

ache in my chest remained,

my world

slumber, there was no escape from the harsh reality of my shattered dreams and

myself. I froze, my heart pounding with apprehension, as I heard my mother’s voice urging

and pulled open the door, my mother’s worried expression

let us in,” she implored,

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

over my chest in

tears. “Ariel, darling, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, reaching

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