The Revenge of Ariana's Love

Elanor held a social gathering at her mansion, inviting socialites who, despite their age, still tried to look glamorous. Expensive dresses clad their bodies perfectly, diamond jewelry glittered in the light of crystal chandeliers, and their loud laughter echoed in the room, mingling with the scent of luxurious perfume. Meanwhile, in the corner of the house, Ariana was busy washing clothes in the back area. Her thin hands kneaded the cloths that were now submerged in the soapy water that had begun to turn cloudy. Every day, she went through this grueling routine without complaint. She was so busy with her work that she didn't even realize that her mother-in-law had been calling her over and over again. "Ariana! Make some food and drinks for my friends!" Elanor shouted from the living room. There was no answer. Elanor frowned, annoyed. "Ariana! Are you deaf?!" her voice rose, but there was still no response. Annoyance filled her chest. With quick steps, Elanor walked towards the la

Ariana stood transfixed, staring at Nathaniel who now wore an expression full of contempt. His words just now were still echoing in her head. A tramp? How inferior was she in the eyes of the man she had married five years ago? "I'd rather be homeless than live in this hell!" Ariana exclaimed, her voice filled with years of pent-up hurt. Nathaniel looked at her with a mocking grin. "Don't be ridiculous, Ariana. You have no one. You have no money. Without me, you're nothing." Ariana felt her heart sink. She knew Nathaniel had said that to break her confidence, to keep her under his control. But this time, she would not submit again. With trembling hands, Ariana took a deep breath. "I'd rather leave with some pride left than remain here as an unconsidered wife." Nathaniel approached, his tall body towering over Ariana. His eyes flashed sharply, full of dominance. "You want to leave? Try it, Ariana. See how far you can go without me." Ariana's throat went dry, but she would not show

Ariana stared at the man before her with shocked eyes. Her throat felt dry, and for a moment, she forgot how to speak. The man-the man who had filled her past-stood there, a look of disbelief in his piercing eyes. "Ariana?" the man's voice came back, softer this time. Ariana's chest rose and fell rapidly, her chest feeling tight. She wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. The night wind blew harder, making her already shivering body feel even colder. The man stepped closer, his expression turning more serious as his eyes caught the small suitcase beside Ariana. Ariana's messy clothes, pale face, and puffy eyes clearly illustrated that something had happened. "What happened to you?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. Ariana swallowed. "I..." Her voice trembled, her heart still filled with mixed feelings from her encounter with Nathaniel. "I left home." The man narrowed his eyes. "You left Nathaniel?" Ariana nodded slowly. She felt very embarr

Ariana sat on the edge of the sofa restlessly. Her hands were still shaking after receiving the call from Nathaniel. She stared at her phone, as if she could still feel the coldness of the man's voice penetrating her mind. Leonard observed Ariana's expression calmly. His eyes were understanding, but also sharp as if he was strategizing in his mind. "He won't shut up," Ariana's voice finally came through, almost a whisper. "I know." Leonard crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes sharp. "But you have nothing to fear. I won't let Nathaniel touch you." Ariana gave the man a doubtful look. "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?" Leonard was silent for a moment before finally answering, "Because I know what men like Nathaniel are like." His voice sounded deeper. "And I can't bear to see someone like you have to keep suffering." Ariana bit her lip. She wanted to believe, but her years of experience with Nathaniel had made it difficult for her to trust any man. However, bef

Amidst the sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the ballroom, Ariana kept a firm grip on Leonard's hand. She could feel the stares coming from all directions, including from Nathaniel who stood in the corner of the room with an unreadable expression. "Ignore him," Leonard's voice sounded soft in her ear. "We're here to change your life, not to bow to his threats." Ariana nodded slowly, even as her heartbeat quickened. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This was a moment they had carefully prepared for. If their plan went their way, Nathaniel would no longer have control over her. A woman in a black dress approached them, a friendly smile gracing her face. "Leonard, you finally showed up at this event." "Clara." Leonard replied with a brief nod. Clara turned her gaze to Ariana, her eyes scanning up and down. "And who is this beautiful woman?" Ariana smiled faintly. "Ariana." Clara raised her eyebrows. "Ariana... Nathaniel's wife?" Leonar