The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

The minutes passed by, Luke and I were in the car, as I drove in silence, the rhythmic hum of the engine seemed to amplify the weight of the situation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach, a constant reminder of the skepticism that lay ahead.

Glancing at Luke from the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I was guilty of what he was going through, for the turmoil his mind was in, and for the things I had yet to reveal.

Well, not that it was my fault or that I should be guilty, but it was just a thought, and it couldn’t escape my

head.

Still gazing at Luke, his profile was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting shadows across his features. He looked lost in thought, his brow furrowed in enthrallment, as if trying to piece together fragments of a puzzle that refused to fit.

I couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through his mind, the confusion and frustration that must be paddling around inside him. And yet, despite it all, he remained remarkably composed, a substantiation to his strength of character.

Turning my attention back to the road, I focused on the rhythmic pattern of the passing streetlights, each one a fleeting reminder of the miles we had yet to travel. The silence stretched on, heavy and apprehensible, filling the car with an unspoken tension that seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog.

But through the quiet, a sense of solidarity began to take root within me. Despite the doubt of our circumstances, I knew that we were in this together, bound by a shared history and a promise of

companionship that transcended memory.

And so, I drove on, the steady measure of the road beneath us a comforting reminder that no matter how twisted life may seem, there was always a path forward, waiting to be discovered.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Luke finally broke the silence, his voice soft and hesitant as he

spoke.

“Ariel…”

料

I turned to him, startled by the sound of my name on his lips. His eyes met mine, searching for something

I couldn’t quite name.

want to say… thank you,” he said,

words caught me off guard, a swell of emotion rising within me at the sincerity of his acknowledgement. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I managed

have to thank me, Luke,” I replied, smiling incompletely at him. “I’m just doing what any person in

a faint smile right at the corners of his lips. “Still… I appreciate it. Everything feels kind of strange, but I appreciate it. And once again, thank you.”

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smile grew

as the miles stretched out before us and the world outside faded into darkness, I knew that no matter what twists and turns lay ahead, we would face them together, bound

our story, heartbreaks that one could barely count. But still, the sun always shines brightly upon our lives, and the setting is in the positive

silence seemed to press heavier upon us. The cadenced hum of the engine provided the only constant in the otherwise still

to fade behind us as we approached the gated entrance of our mansion, a chandelier of familiarity, right there, and we might still be clouded with gloom, but we would overcome this eventually.

expectancy tingling in my veins as I awaited his reaction. But as his gaze swept over the grandeur of the estate, I

it?” Luke’s

disbelief.

“You… moved

brows furrowed in confusion, his mind undoubtedly struggling to reconcile the reality before fin with the fragmented memories of his past.

asked, his

of unspoken words. I knew that revealing the fate of his grandfather could unleash a tidal wave of grief and pain, emotions that he may not be ready to

a silent vow to protect him from

with deliberate caution.

in his brow remained, a silent voucher

mind.

don’t you think it’s time we leave the car?” I

He nodded and left. I burst out as

my house,” Luke vocalized as the

Luke. This is

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gate, and there was Marcus in

Marcus?” I greeted

miss,” Marcus greeted back, standing upright immediately.