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

me at the sincerity of his acknowledgement. Swallowing past the

Luke,” I replied, smiling incompletely at him. “I’m just doing

faint smile right at the corners of his lips. “Still… I appreciate it. Everything feels kind of strange,

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smile grew wider.

this moment, as the miles stretched out before us and the world outside faded into darkness, I knew that no matter what twists and turns

come right at us. Different villains in our story, heartbreaks that one could barely count. But still, the sun always shines brightly upon our lives, and the setting

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

to fade behind us as we approached the gated entrance of our mansion, a chandelier of familiarity,

my veins as I awaited his reaction. But as his gaze swept over the grandeur of the

this isn’t where I used to live, is it?” Luke’s voice broke through the silence, his tone streaked with

disbelief.

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

to reconcile the reality before fin with the fragmented memories of

what about my grandfather?” he asked, his voice

my heart clenching with a 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

to protect him from unnecessary suffering, even if it meant withholding painful truths for the time being.

here right now, Luke,” I replied carefully, choosing my words with deliberate caution. “But let’s focus on the present, okay? We’re here together, and that’s

nodded, though the furrow in his brow remained, a silent voucher to

mind.

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

and left. I

my house,” Luke

Luke. This is your

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gate, and there

Marcus?” I greeted hirn.

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