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?

and I exchanged uncertain glances. The weight of Sir Reynold’s expectation hung heavy

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

cannot,” he declared, his voice betraying a hint of defiance as he turned on his heel

me,

room, leaving behind a hollow emptiness tinged with the bitter taste of rejection. Sir Reynold’s steely gaze

SILENT EXCHANGES

unreadable

and Incumbency, a far cry from the fairy tale

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

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

thrust upon us.

that hope would be enough to sustain us in

different out of this? These questions just kept on revolving in

Ariel. He just has a lot to think of right

thoughts

okay,” I responded calmly, pretending not to know what was going on between these two. I could see that this marriage situation had brought something terrible between them, but Luke didn’t want to disrespect this man. It was

Luke’s departure, Sir Reynold’s commanding voice

tension once again.

at the doorway, her demeanor

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

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

me through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion, and it was really beautiful. Beautiful than our mansion, since these people were richer than us. They were in the

each room we passed. Yet, despite

the air.

the reality of my situation. Trapped in a marriage of convenience, hurled to a man I barely knew, in a world

of the mansion, I wondered if between this story

the labyrinth of this mansion, I would find not only the keys to its hidden chambers but also the secrets of my

heels of Eva, and I didn’t know, I just felt this pang of empathy for her. There was something in her demeanor, a subtle sadness beneath the guise