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

Chapter 17

Just as Ariana turned to leave, a loud thud stopped her mid step.

Turning back, she found Michael Luigi’s executive assistant–staring at her with shock etched across his face, his dropped briefcase scattered across the hospital floor.

“Mrs… Maggiore?” he stammered, face draining of color. “Is that really you?”

Escape, it seemed, wouldn’t be so simple. Michael recovered quickly, positioning himself between Ariana and the exit with newfound determination.

“Please,” he implored, lowering his voice. “You can’t just disappear again. You have no idea what he’s been through since the fire. The man hasn’t slept through a single night in a year. Even if you want nothing to do with him now, at least stay until he’s out of surgery. He literally just took a car impact for

you.”

Ariana regarded him coolly, her expression betraying nothing of the calculations happening behind it.

“First,” she stated with clinical precision, “I am not Mrs. Maggiore. That person died in a fire last year–a fact your boss publicly confirmed.”

“Second, I’ll stay until he’s stable, but I’m leaving immediately after. My company has a performance

tomorrow.”

“Third, I have zero interest in rekindling any connection with Luigi Maggiore. Our relationship ended the moment he orchestrated my death.”

With each statement, Michael’s professional facade cracked further, revealing genuine distress, but he eventually nodded in reluctant agreement to her terms.

They settled into the antiseptic waiting room chairs, silence stretching between them as surgery continued behind closed doors.

her phone for the twenty–first time–nearly three hours had elapsed–the operating room doors finally swung

conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the waiting area until it found

escaped

internal bleeding, Luigi reached for her the moment the medical staff departed, his trembling hands gripping hers with desperate

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“I was sure I’d hallucinated you. I kept telling them to make sure you were here when I woke

her closer, as if expecting her

his grasp, her voice devoid

Confusion clouded his features.

from his grip,

tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. “It

she continued. “Not many people could experience ninety–eight calculated humiliations from the person they trusted most and still remain standing in the same room with them without screaming. I consider it a personal achievement.”

struck with surgical precision. Luigi’s face drained of color as the

struggled upright, nearly tearing

her. “It wasn’t–it started that way,

performance tomorrow that requires my

grabbing her wrist. “I can’t lose you again. Not

Her voice

frantically, his

shifted subtly, taking on a weariness that penetrated

Twenty–eight dancers