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…”

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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.

to say… thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “For

emotion rising within me at the sincerity of his acknowledgement. Swallowing past the lump in my

incompletely at him. “I’m just

his lips. “Still… I appreciate it. Everything feels kind of strange, but I

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smile grew

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 by

barely count. But still,

heavier upon us. The cadenced hum of the engine provided the only constant

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.

to the imposing gates, I glanced over at Luke, expectancy tingling in my veins as I awaited his reaction. But as his gaze

it?” Luke’s

disbelief.

I replied softly, my heart aching at the realization of his lost memories. “You… moved here. Currently,

mind undoubtedly struggling to reconcile the reality before fin with

about my grandfather?” he asked, his

load 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 confront in

to protect him from unnecessary suffering, even if it meant withholding painful

deliberate caution. “But let’s focus on the present,

a silent voucher to

mind.

we leave the car?” I asked him.

nodded and left. I

my house,” Luke

is

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and there was Marcus

Marcus?” I greeted hirn.

standing upright