The Love From Vengeance

371: VEILED VOWS

ARIEL’S POV

Here I was in my room, sitting down, thinking about all the moments that I had spent with my family. My father, who I thought would be my hero, turned out to be a villain in my

story.

I was crushed, realizing they had to go to such lengths because they wanted to keep the business stable. I thought we were going to fight together; I thought we were going to get through all the terrible situations together. But it seemed like I was wrong. They had broken trust, and the hope they craved was no longer present.

They carried out this without informing me first. Why? Because they knew I would never agree to that. They knew I would never follow their conditions, letting them decide the person that I would spend my life with.

It all made sense now–my father asked me about my relationship life when we were going to the party. I was really confused right now about whether I should follow through with their terms or not. But there was no way I was going to get married to someone I didn’t love, someone I had no feelings for, someone I barely knew.

My mother walked inside my room, her eyes scanning me as I sat silently. My eyes filled with tears, with a look that flaunted how shattered I was.

“Ariel, please, you need to eat. It’s been two days now, and you haven’t eaten anything. Come on, something bad might happen to you.”

I stared at my mother, her voice echoing in my ears like a distant plea. But the turmoil inside me was too intense to heed her words. “I can’t, Mom,” I whispered. “I can’t eat.‘

”

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I met her gaze, hoping she would understand the depth of my despair. “I won’t do it, Mom. I won’t marry Luke. I won’t sacrifice my happiness for business deals.”

Her eyes widened in alarm, and she rushed to my side, taking my hands in hers. “Ariel, darling, please don’t say that. You can’t do this. You can’t do this to yourself.”

Dad have already made your

tears. “But you can’t give up on life, Ariel.

with my throat tight. “Not If it means living a life I didn’t choose for myself.“Not if it means being trapped in a

breath. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart.

and for us.”

won’t eat. I won’t comply with you and your father’s

that my decision was the only way to reclaim control over my own life. But would they listen?

and Dad are happy now. You guys have ruined my life. I hope you are

Getting married to The Reynolds isn’t actually going to be

bad idea.”

would it be, since you guys

to understand that this is the only way to bring

what? My happiness doesn’t matter. Our family’s business is more important than my

my shoulder. “Ariel, please try to see the bigger picture here. We’re doing this for

off her touch, a surge of anger rising within me. “Well,. don’t care about the family reputation or the business! I care about my

can you say that? How can you be so selfish?”

word stung, but I held my ground.”

making decisions about my life without

as she spoke; desperation was evident in every word. “Ariel, please don’t do this. Don’t throw everything away because of

is about my autonomy,

bed. “I know we’ve made mistakes, Ariel.

my head, frustration boiling over. “Your idea of ‘best‘ is suffocating me,

heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I could see the pain etched into every line of my mother’s face,