The Love From Vengeance

394: HOLDING ON TO HOPE

ARIEL’S POV

Finally, Luke and I entered the mansion. The foyer’s familiar grandeur and opulent furnishings welcomed

Us.

“Welcome home, Luke,” I said softly, guiding him further into the expansive hallway.

Luke’s gaze wandered, taking in the elegant surroundings with a mixture of awe and confusion. I could sense his struggle to reconcile the unfamiliar with the fragments of memory that danced just beyond his

reach.

But as we walked, a wave of warmth enveloped us as the familiar faces of the household staff greeted Luke with genuine delight. Their smiles were infectious, banishing the shadows of doubt that lingered in

his eyes.

Mariam emerged from the sitting room, her face lighting up as she caught sight of her nephew.

“Luke, darling, you’re back!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to warmly embrace him.

And then, as if on cue, Celine appeared at the top of the staircase, her expression a mixture of relief and longing. “Luke!”

She went to hug him quickly, but Luke was just giving her a stupefied face.

He kept on with the expression as he brought out, “Mom, you’re alive?”

She gazed at him in confusion, and this was the part where I had to slap my face and say, ‘Oh my god.‘

“What is going on?” Luke inquired, demanding an answer from me or his mother. His eyes are not leaving mine. “My mother is dead. Why am I seeing her face around here?”

Celine’s eyes went to mine, and she, too, was confused. The look she was giving me could tell that she wanted an explanation for this whole drama.

“Ariel, what’s going on?” She queried.

“Okay, calm down, people. There’s no need for any of us to argue around here,” I said, trying to diffuse the

situation.

“No one’s arguing here; we’re just asking questions,” Celine told me.

“Ariel, I asked you something.“Can you please give me an answer to my question?” Luke inquired, staring

at me.

need

do you expect me to act when I’m

I answered in a low tone, taking my eyes

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get high, and it was not good. “My mother died when I was seven years old. Why am I seeing

immediately, holding his head, and I

asked, shifting

my head… hurts,” he responded,

held both of his shoulders. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll

upstairs, not wanting to get things heated. He might just lose consciousness, stressing himself, and I

room, I

waves of heat. His

knew I needed to handle the

I said softly, guiding him to sit

if trying to ward off the pain that lingered in his

out,” I

his breathing gradually evening out as he focused on the simple

relax,” I encouraged,

the minutes passed. The lines of strain on his face began to soften, replaced by a look of

giving his

nodded, albeit slightly, with his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls

for snapping back there,” he

lot to process,” I reassured him, offering

pillows with a weary sigh. “I just… I don’t understand any of this. How can my mom

it’s hard to wrap your head around,” I began, choosing

me, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “Do you… do you know what’s going

But not right now; you’re still too weak for this. Not weak, though, but you know

at me, his cast dispelling the

shoulder forthwith. “You take care, hun. I’ll be right

rry, what now?”

I stood up

the room forthwith. After closing the door, I was suspended. This situation was about to spiral out

ON TO HOPE

there, crossing her

my name, taking her back off