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 down.”

How in the world do you expect me to act when I’m seeing my mother standing in front of me, who apparently

complicated.” I answered in a low tone, taking my

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

his head, and

What’s wrong?” I asked,

I don’t know, my head… hurts,” he responded, still

his shoulders. “Let’s

get things heated. He

I took him to his room, I could feel

waves of heat. His

knew I

settled,” I said softly, guiding him to sit on the edge of

if trying to ward off the pain that lingered in his head.

out,” I coached

my lead, his breathing gradually evening out

encouraged, reassuringly touching

slowly melting away from Luke’s body as the minutes passed. The lines of strain on

better?” I asked softly, giving his shoulder

his gaze fixed on some

there,” he murmured, his voice

to process,” I reassured him, offering a sympathetic smile.

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

began, choosing my words

in his eyes. “Do you…

out a deep sigh. “Well, there are a lot of things to talk about. But not right now; you’re still too weak for this. Not weak, though, but you know what I’m

his brows at me, his cast dispelling the bewilderment.

his shoulder forthwith. “You take

rry, what now?”

I stood up

the room forthwith. After closing the door, I was

ON TO HOPE

and Celine was standing right there, crossing her arms like

my name, taking her back off the wall and getting