The Love From Vengeance

377: HEART’S CONUNDRUM

ARIELS POV

1 lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room, feeling the weight of the decision I had just made pretnog down on me. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each

moment more chaotic than the last

Manying Luke. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. Would I ever be able to truly love him, or

would our marriage be nothing more than a facade, à means to an end? And what about his feelings toward me? Would he ever come to see me as anything more than a pawn in his family’s game?

I couldn’t help but wonder what our life together would be like. Would he treat me with the same contempt he had shown earlier, or would he eventually soften toward me? Could a marriage based on duty instead of love bring me happiness?

As I pondered these questions, a sense of dread settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The prospect of spending the rest of my life with someone who may never truly care for me filled me with a profound

sense of loneliness.

But then again, maybe I was just being pessimistic. Perhaps Luke and I could find a way to make our mamage work, to build something meaningful out of the chaos that surrounded us. After all, strange things had happened, hadn’t they?

With a heavy sigh. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into the realm of uncertainty. Unsure of what the future held, I was determined to face it head–on. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I would confront them with courage and resilience, for better or for worse.

As I drifted into the realm of sleep, my mind became a canvas for twisted visions and haunting images. In the darkness behind my closed eyelids, I found myself standing in a dark room, surrounded by an eerie

silence that seemed to suffocate me.

Before me, a figure emerged, clad in a flowing white wedding dress that billowed around her like a ghostly shroud My heart quickened as I realized that the figure was none other than myself, but there was something horribly wrong, something sinister lurking beneath the surface.

The pristine white of the gown was tainted with streaks of crimson, and the fabric was soaked in blood that dripped from every seam. My hands trembled as I reached out to touch the dress, feeling the sticky warmth of blood against my skin.

A sense of dread washed over me as I looked down at myself, my reflection distorted by the darkness that seemed to seep into every corner of the room. My once–beautiful wedding dress was now a macabre tableau of horror, a symbol of the nightmares that haunted my subconscious.

Fear paralyzed me as I tried to scream and tear myself away from the ghastly sight before me. And then, from the shadows, a figure emerged, his features twisted into a grotesque mask of rage and malice.

an evil light as he stalked towards me, his hands outstretched as if to claim me as his own. I tried to flee, but my legs

ATT HEARTS COMUNDA

377: HEART’S CONUNDRUM

ARIEL’S POV

staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room, feeling the weight of the decision I had just made pressing down on me. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment more chaotic

sent shivers down my spine. Would I ever be

a means to an

me as

Would he treat me with the same contempt he had shown earlier, or

instead of love

The prospect of spending the rest of my

sense of loneliness

find a way to make our marriage work, to build

happened, hadn’t

my eyes and allowed myself to drift into the realm of uncertainty. Unsure of

challenges lay ahead, I

my mind became a canvas for twisted visions and haunting images. In the darkness behind my closed eyelids, I found myself standing in a dark room, surrounded by

to suffocate me.

that billowed around her like a ghostly shroud. My heart quickened as

streaks of

hands trembled as I reached out to touch the dress, feeling the sticky warmth of blood

as I looked down at myself, my reflection distorted by the darkness that seemed to seep into every corner of the room. My once–beautiful wedding dress was now a macabre tableau of horror, a symbol of the nightmares that haunted

before me. And then, from the shadows, a figure emerged, his features twisted into a grotesque mask of rage

but he was no longer the man I thought I knew. His eyes burned with an evil light as he stalked towards me, his hands outstretched as if to claim me as his own. I tried to flee, but my

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wrapping around my throat with a vice–like grip. I struggled against him, gasping for

I jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat and trembling from head to toe. The echoes of the nightmare lingered in my

up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest as the remnants of the nightmare clung to

on, flooding the room with light that banished the shadows to