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 to calm

expect me to act when I’m seeing my mother standing in front

are a little bit complicated.” I answered in a low tone, taking my eyes in

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voice was starting to get high, and it was not good. “My mother died when I

his head, and I

I asked, shifting closer

know, my head… hurts,” he responded, still

I held both of his shoulders. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll discuss all this later.”

to his room upstairs, not wanting to get things heated. He might just lose consciousness, stressing himself, and I wasn’t up

him to his room, I could feel the tension

him like waves of

were clear, and I knew I needed to handle the situation delicately.

I said softly, guiding him to sit

temples as if trying to ward off the pain that lingered in

In and out,”

breathing gradually evening out as

encouraged, reassuringly touching his

the minutes passed. The lines of strain

better?” I asked softly, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

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

there,” he murmured, his voice

is all a lot to process,” I

against the pillows with a weary sigh. “I just… I don’t understand any of this. How can my mom be here when she’s supposed to be gone?”

know it’s hard to wrap your head around,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “But sometimes, things aren’t always what they seem.”

me, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “Do you… do you

about. But not right now; you’re still too

me, his cast

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

rry, what now?”

I stood up

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

HOLDING ON TO

treaded downstairs, and Celine was standing right there, crossing her arms like

her