Chapter 18
For the next two weeks, Ariana immersed herself completely in the remaining performances, leaving no mental space to dwell on Luigi Maggiore or their unsettling reunion.
As the final curtain fell on their Boston engagement, she welcomed her first real break in months, planning a solo road trip along the New England coastline
Just as she was comparing rental cars on her phone, an unfamiliar number lit up her screen. Against her better judgment, she answered.
“Miss Collins,” Michael’s voice was tight with barely suppressed urgency. “There’s been an incident with Mr. Maggiore. He’s in a bad state. Please–if you could just come to the estate-”
Having survived three years of Luigi’s elaborate manipulations, Ariana immediately recognized the familiar pattern of another manufactured “emergency.”
“I’m not qualified to handle whatever crisis Luigi’s created for himself,” she replied evenly. “That stopped. being my job when he arranged my death.”
Before Michael could launch into whatever script he’d prepared, she ended the call and promptly blocked the number, dropping her phone into her bag with a mixture of irritation and finality.
Twenty minutes later, settled in the back seat of an Uber, Ariana gave the driver the address of the rental agency before closing her eyes for a much–needed power nap.
She awoke disoriented some time later to the driver announcing their arrival. Still groggy, she paid through the app and stepped out, only to find herself standing before the imposing iron gates of the Maggiore estate instead of the rental car office.
Realization hit with a jolt of anger. Either the driver had deliberately ignored her instructions, or someone had intercepted and changed her ride details remotely.
Just as she pulled out her phone to order another Uber, the estate’s massive entry doors swung open. Davis, the Maggiore family’s long–serving butler, emerged with several staff members, their faces lined
with evident relief.
hurried down the steps. “Thank God you’ve come. Please–it’s
could articulate her protest, she found herself efficiently escorted through the marble foyer she
hasty “death” had
Revenge
arm, even the half finished cup of tea she’d left on the mantle the morning of
was deeply unsettling, like walking through a museum exhibit dedicated to her former
explaining the situation as
staircase.
hushed tones. “He’s refused all food for days, fired his medical
right to bring you here under false pretenses, miss, but he’s been talking about-”
struggled to maintain her emotional detachment. Part of her insisted this was just another
that had once loved him beyond all reason–couldn’t help wondering if his apparent self–destruction might
orchestrated three years of methodical humiliation then? How could love and such calculated cruelty possibly coexist within the same person?
pushing the door open. Immediately,
sun. In the dim light, she could just make out a
to Davis with a coldly composed smile. “Well, he’s clearly still alive.
in alarm as she pivoted to leave. “Sir!” he called desperately
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