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.

you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “For

within me at the sincerity of his acknowledgement. Swallowing past the

I replied, smiling incompletely at him. “I’m just doing what any person

right at the corners of his lips. “Still… I appreciate it. Everything feels kind of strange, but I appreciate it. And once again,

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grew

twists and turns lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by a bond that even the most twisted of paths could not

lot of terrible things had come right at us. Different villains in our story, heartbreaks that one could barely count. But still, the sun always shines brightly

journey, and the heaviness of our shared silence seemed to press heavier upon us. The cadenced hum of the

chandelier of familiarity, right

his reaction. But as his gaze swept over the grandeur of the estate, I noticed a change of perplexity in his eyes, a shadow of dubitation clouding

where I used to live, is it?” Luke’s voice broke

disbelief.

at the realization of his lost memories. “You… moved here. Currently, this is our home. Not the normal mansion you used

brows furrowed in confusion, his mind undoubtedly struggling to reconcile the reality before

about my grandfather?” he asked, his voice vibrating

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

a silent vow to protect him from unnecessary suffering,

not here right now, Luke,” I replied carefully, choosing my words with deliberate caution. “But let’s

his brow remained, a silent voucher to the turmoil raging

mind.

don’t you think it’s time we leave

sure.” He nodded and left.

now you’re telling me that this is my house,” Luke vocalized as the both of us moved forward.

is your

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and there was

Marcus?” I

miss,” Marcus greeted back, standing upright immediately. “Good evening, sir.”