The Love From Vengeance

381: SILENT EXCHANGE

ARIEL’S POV

Sir Reynold clapped his hands, and a helper swiftly entered the living room, carrying a small box. With a nod from Sir Reynold, the helper approached Luke and handed him the box. Luke took it, his eyes briefly shuddering towards me before focusing on the box in his hands.

Sir Reynold’s voice broke the tense silence. “Open it, Luke.”

Luke hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on me before he slowly lifted the lid of the box. Inside gleamed a stunning diamond ring, catching the light in a mesmerizing display

Sir Reynold’s voice was firm. “Put it on her finger, Luke.”

Luke’s eyes darted to mine once again, a cold intensity burning in them. For what felt like an eternity, we locked eyes, a silent exchange of emotions passing between us.

Sir Reynold’s tone grew impatient. “What are you waiting for, Luke? Put the ring on her finger.”

With a reluctant nod, Luke rose from his seat, his movements deliberate as he approached me. He knelt before me, his expression unreadable as he took my hand in his. The touch sent a shiver down my spine,

but I refused to let it show.

With deliberate slowness, he slid the ring onto my finger, his gaze never leaving mine. The load of the moment hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the fate that had been thrust upon us.

I felt a sense of resignation as the diamond sparkled on my finger. This ring was more than just a piece of jewelry, it was a symbol of the life that awaited me, bound to a man I barely knew, in a marriage dictated by imperative rather than love.

But as I looked into Luke’s eyes, I saw something twitch beneath the icy facade. Was it regret? Resignation? Or perhaps something else entirely?

Only time would tell.

Still in s

silence, Sir Reynold’s piercing gaze bore into Luke. “Kiss her, Luke,” he commanded, and I could only wonder what happened between these two?

uncertain glances. The weight of Sir Reynold’s expectation hung heavy in the air, suffocating any semblance of

like hours, the pressure mounting with each passing second. But just as the tension reached its breaking point, Luke stood abruptly, his

declared, his voice betraying a hint of defiance as he turned on his heel and strode away. leaving his grandfather

me, I wasn’t.

his departure reverberated through the room, leaving behind a hollow emptiness tinged with the bitter taste of rejection.

SILENT EXCHANGES

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we had been forced upon was fraught with incertitude and Incumbency, a far cry from the fairy

point, still through the ashes of shattered moments and unexpected situation,

of the constraints that bound us, we could forge our own destiny, one that

expectations thrust upon

knew if that hope would be enough to sustain us in the trials that

Could we make something different out of this? These questions just kept on revolving in

He just has a lot to think of right now,” Sir Reynold said softly, dragging me out

thoughts

that this marriage situation had

further on Luke’s departure, Sir Reynold’s

tension once again.

and a maid promptly appeared at the

the mansion,” Sir Reynold instructed, his tone carrying a hint of dismissal.

the suffocating atmosphere of the living room. Rising from my seat, I followed Eva out of the room, casting one

and it was really beautiful. Beautiful than our mansion, since these

tidbits of information about each room we passed. Yet, despite her efforts to make me feel welcome, I couldn’t

the air.

found myself grappling with the reality of my situation. Trapped in a marriage of convenience, hurled to a man I barely knew, in a world governed

as Eva led me through the ornate halls of the mansion, I wondered if between this story of wealth and privilege, there might be a

find not only the keys to its hidden

know, I just felt this pang of empathy for her. There was something in her