The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Dr. Cullen visibly wilted under Luigi’s scorching glare, stammering an incoherent apology before practically fleeing the room.

Luigi stalked to Ariana’s bedside, his face twisted with harely contained rage: “When some random guy hits on you like that, you’re supposed to tell him you have a boyfriend. Is that so fucking hard? Or were you enjoying the attention?”

Ariana stared at him, finding his reaction darkly comical.

Just hours ago he’d sworn to his friends he’d never have feelings for her “in this lifetime,” yet here he was, bristling with jealousy like she was his prized possession. The hypocrisy was breathtaking.

When had he ever cared before? All those times she’d desperately wanted his attention, he’d been cold and distant. Now that she no longer cared, suddenly he was staking his claim? Too little, too late.

A few days after her discharge, Luigi unexpectedly suggested they attend a college reunion at The Box.

She knew he typically avoided such events, dismissing them as “pathetic nostalgia fests for people who peaked in college.” His sudden interest was transparent–this wasn’t about reconnecting with old classmates.

Sure enough, the moment they arrived, Ariana spotted Leila Brown across the room.

There she was–Miss Perfect herself. Designer dress, effortless beauty, commanding the attention of everyone around her without even trying. The woman Ariana had spent years unknowingly competing against, and losing to, all along.

On the surface, Luigi maintained a cool distance from Leila, acting as if they barely knew each other.

But Ariana recognized that look in his eyes now–the same one she’d given him for years. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his gaze followed Leila across the room, lingering a moment too long whenever she laughed or spoke. Love was impossible to disguise, especially when it was real.

Halfway through the evening, Ariana excused herself to use the restroom.

When she returned, the gathering had devolved into a drunken game of Truth or Dare, with her former classmates sprawled across couches, drinks in hand.

Leila had just lost a round and was being pressured to answer what appeared to be an embarrassing question.

Luigi stepped

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holder. “I’ll take the hit for her,” he announced, voice cutting

with exaggerated flair: “Who’s your ultimate sexual fantasy? Not

erupted in wolf whistles and catcalls.

grinning. “But easy for you, right? It’s gotta be

tell us how much you fantasize about Ariana!” Josh called out, winking at her mockingly.

then spoke clearly, not looking

air seemed to disappear from Ariana’s

L..B. Leila Brown.

hearing him announce it

another second of this farce. Without a word, she turned

she texted Luigi: “Not feeling

phone in hand to

⠀⠀ “Ariana! Wait!”

to see Luigi jogging toward her, actually looking

you leave?” she

“You said you weren’t feeling

moment, the concern in his eyes made her heart flutter traitorously. It looked so real–was it possible he actually cared? But then the memory of him sitting in that hospital room saying

head, keeping her voice level: “I’m fine, just a headache. Shouldn’t you be back inside? With

m

leaving, why the hell would I stay?” He reached out, pressing

tender it hurt. How many times had she dreamed of him caring for her like this? And

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