Chapter 183 Hundred And Eighty Three

• ARIEL’S POV
• The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the grand hall, and my pulse thundered louder than the engine. Five years. Five years since I had left this place, left him left behind everything I once thought I couldn’t live without. And now here I was, stepping back into the eye of the storm as if I hadn’t been broken, rebuilt, and renamed in that time.
• “Miss Thompson,” the driver murmured, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “We’ve arrived.”