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.

indignation. “So you thought it was acceptable to manipulate me into marriage for your

me with a

your social climbing game,” I declared my voice resonating through the

threatened to spill as I turned away, weighed down by disappointment

to process this,” I murmured, my

turned away from my parents, feeling like my world was crumbling around me. The weight of their betrayal bore down on me like a leaden cloak, suffocating me with its heaviness. Without another word, I

locked it with a shaky hand. The

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a testament to the pain and betrayal i felt deep

body uncontrollably. It felt as though my heart had been torn

agony.

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

status?

swirled within me like a tempest, each emotion crashing against the fragile walls of my composure. I felt utterly alone, abandoned by the very people who were

and support

their decelt pressed down

to crush me beneath its oppressive weight.

wave of emotions that threatened

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

my insides.

had once envisioned, now shattered into a million

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

chest remained, a constant reminder of the betrayal that

world asunder.

visions of 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

I had wrapped around myself. I froze, my heart pounding 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 resisting the inevitable confrontation awaiting

open the door, my mother’s worried expression

she implored, her voice filled,

out the world was almost overwhelming. But eventually, I stepped aside, allowing my parents to enter

the threshold, and I retreated to the safety of my bed, my arms crossed tightly over my chest in a defensive gesture. I refused to meet

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

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