The Love From Vengeance

382: TWISTED EXPRESSIONS

ARIEL’S POV

I stepped out of the The Reynolds mansion, the cool morning air enveloping me, offering a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere within. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of expectation that still clung to my shoulders like a heavy cloak.

Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn, and there he was- Luke, his expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and anger. He strode towards me, his steps filled with so much rage and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the intensity in his eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, glaring at me.

“I was just…” I stammered, unsure how to respond, since I had too much in my head right now.

Luke closed the distance between us in an instant, his grip on my arm tight as he pulled me towards him,

his face contorted with rage. “You think you can just walk into my life and ruin everything?”

I winced at the force of his words, feeling the sting of his accusation like a physical blow. “I–I didn’t mean to…” I trailed off, unable to form a coherent response amidst the torrent of emotions crashing over me.

His grip tightened even further, his eyes boring into mine with a fierce intensity. “You have to change your mind, Ariel,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You have to put an end to this marriage, or else…

His threat hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable, and I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.

Despite the anger burning within him, there was something else lurking beneath the surface–a vulnerability, a desperation that hinted at deeper turmoil beneath the facade of strength.

It was then that my senses finally came back, the soft side of me disappearing, and unfolding was the firm Ariel, who would speak her mind despite the consequences. But why wasn’t this side helping me to make a decision against my parents?

“Or else what, huh?” I asked Luke, since he was just in silence, thinking about shit. To hell with whatever he was thinking. “What are you going to do, Luke Reynold?”

He quickly let go of me, his expression showed how frustrated he was. “Why did you do it?” He asked, and right now, the two of us had our eyes fixed on each other.

an answer. “Why did you decide

just did what’s best,” I replied, taking my gaze to a different direction.

to know something?” he said, but I didn’t glance at him. “When you said those things at the coffee

him promptly, interested in what he

it, but you had to make

are indeed a golddigger. All you want is money,

throw insults at me and my

family is going through crisis right now. And if I don’t get married to you, by your grandfather’s will, I won’t be able to take them out

here. You goddamn

to take place, trust me. I do not love you and

with you.

www.don’t

still saying yes to everything?” He cut me off. “Why don’t you just disagree with all the decisions? Why can’t you

want to do that, I can’t,” I answered in a

look like I was crazy. “Are you stupid, are you crazy? Why can’t

your grandfather wants.”

please, silly excuses!”

Okay, you tell me, Luke. If you don’t want this marriage to take place, why don’t

fell speechless to my questions. He was just staring at me, and I bet the

head.

go against my parents This is something we don’t want, but we both can’t ruin the relationship with family. We can’t break the

hands through his hair, letting out a sigh that clearly showed his frustration.

unbelievable.”

is unbelievable?” I asked

that you’re making

excuses, I