Chapter 382
The Love From Vengeance
382: TWISTED EXPRESSIONS ARIELâS POV I stepped out of the The Reynolds mansion, the cool morning air enveloping me, offering a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere within. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of expectation that still clung to my shoulders like a heavy cloak.
Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn, and there he was-
Luke, his expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and anger. He strode towards me, his steps filled with so much rage and I couldnât help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the intensity in his eyes.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he snapped, glaring at me.
âI was justâ¦â I stammered, unsure how to respond, since I had too much in my head right now.
Luke closed the distance between us in an instant, his grip on my arm tight as he pulled me towards him, his face contorted with rage. âYou think you can just walk into my life and ruin everything?â
I winced at the force of his words, feeling the sting of his accusation like a physical blow. âIâI didnât mean toâ¦â I trailed off, unable to form a coherent response amidst the torrent of emotions crashing over me.
His grip tightened even further, his eyes boring into mine with a fierce intensity. âYou have to change your mind, Ariel,â he growled, his voice low and menacing. âYou have to put an end to this marriage, or elseâ¦
His threat hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable, and I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.
Despite the anger burning within him, there was something else lurking beneath the surfaceâa vulnerability, a desperation that hinted at deeper turmoil beneath the facade of strength.
It was then that my senses finally came back, the soft side of me disappearing, and unfolding was the firm Ariel, who would speak her mind despite the consequences. But why wasnât this side helping me to make a decision against my parents?
âOr else what, huh?â I asked Luke, since he was just in silence, thinking about shit. To hell with whatever he was thinking. âWhat are you going to do, Luke Reynold?â
He quickly let go of me, his expression showed how frustrated he was. âWhy did you do it?â He asked, and right now, the two of us had our eyes fixed on each other.
He continued with his question, like he wanted an answer. âWhy did you decide to follow through with my grandfatherâs decision?
âI just did whatâs best,â I replied, taking my gaze to a different direction.
âYou want to know something?â he said, but I didnât glance at him. âWhen you said those things at the coffee shop, I had doubts.â
I set my eyes on him promptly, interested in what he had to say.
âI had doubts about my thoughts about you. You being a golddigger, only after my money. That was it, but you had to make me realize that I was a fool to have such doubts. I shouldnât even think of trusting you, because you are indeed a golddigger. All you want is money, you and your worthless ferratyâ
âYou can say anything you want. You can throw insults at me and my family. Those are just your thoughts, and honestly, they donât really matter I moved closer to him and continued, âMy family is going through crisis right now. And if I donât get married to you, by your grandfatherâs will, I wonât be able to take them out of it.â
âItâs the same thing here. You goddamn golddiggersâ
âI didnât want this marriage to take place, trust me. I do not love you and do not want to spend my with you.
www.donât âThen why are you still saying yes to everything?â He cut me off. âWhy donât you just disagree with all the decisions? Why canât you just go and leave me alone?â
âAs much as I want to do that, I canât,â I answered in a whisper.
Luke gave me a face that made me look like I was crazy. âAre you stupid, are you crazy? Why canât you?â
âWell, thatâs what your grandfather wants.â
âOh please, silly excuses!â
âSilly excuses? Okay, you tell me, Luke. If you donât want this marriage to take place, why donât you tell your grandfather about it? Why donât you disagree with his decisions?â
Luke fell speechless to my questions. He was just staring at me, and I bet the words were revolving in his head.
âI think I know why. Itâs because you cannot go against him, just as how I canât go against my parents This is something we donât want, but we both canât ruin the relationship with family. We canât break the bonds we have with our blood.â
Luke ran his hands through his hair, letting out a sigh that clearly showed his frustration. âThis is unbelievable.â
âWhat is unbelievable?â I asked him.
âThe fact that youâre making up dumb excuses.â
âI am not making up excuses, I am just telling you the truth.â
âAnd you think this is the truth?â He snapped immediately, with a high tone. âAnswer me, you think this is the truth?â
âI donât even get what youâre saying.â
âBecause you cannot hide it, Ariel! You cannot hide the fact that youâre nothing but a golddigger, and all you think about is money, power, fame, wealth.â
Lukeâs words hit me like a punch to the gut, each accusation slicing through me with surgical precision.
The anger in his voice was clear, his frustration radiating off him in waves.
I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my emotions in check despite the torrent of insults hurled my way.
âYou donât know anything about me,â I shot back. You donât know anything about my family. You have no idea what Iâve been through or what we have endured together. You donât know anything!â
Luke scoffed, his lip curling in disdain. âOh please, keep the fake shit to yourself. Iâve heard it all before.â
âYou think you know everything, donât you?â I retorted, my voice rising with each word. âWell, let me tell you something, Luke Reynold. You donât know the first thing about me, my family, or the sacrifices weâve made just to survive.
âAnd what sacrifices are those, huh? Please, put an end to this fake story. I donât want to hear another piece of nonsense from you. You and your goodâforânothing family have been golddiggers since the dawn of time. Donât say anything further.â
âThatâs a lie! And itâs so fucked up that you would spit such nonsense! My parents have worked themselves to the bone, just to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. Weâve faced hardships that you couldnât even begin to imagine, and yet you have the audacity to stand there and judge me based on your own misguided assumptions.â
âIâm not judging you, Ariel,â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâm just⦠frustrated.â
The vulnerability in his tone caught me off guard, momentarily disarming me in the midst of our heated exchange. âFrustrated?â I echoed, my anger giving way to confusion. âWhat do you mean?â