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

Chapter 20

Staring at the man before her, his expression hovering between devotion and derangement, Ariana felt nothing but bitter irony

“You stand there claiming you love me,” she said, each word razor sharp, “but where was this love when Leila accused me? Where was it during those ninety eight humiliations? Where was it when you literally left me to burn alive?”

Her voice remained controlled despite the fury building beneath. “Don’t bother with excuses. I gave you a chance that night in the fire when I asked if you were coming back for me. I thought. If he turns around right now if he pulls me out–I could forgive everything Every single thing you did to me.”

She held his gaze unflinchingly. “But what did you choose, Luig

Her accusations were met with uncomfortable silence. The fire had happened so long ago that Luigi struggled to recall the specifics.

Yet one memory remained crystal clear–that critical moment when he’d hesitated at the door, then walked away without looking back.

“You left me in the flames without a second thought,” Ariana concluded quietly. “So explain to me why you think I’d stay with you now?”

She attempted to step around him, but this time Luigi’s reflexes were faster.

“Block the gates,” he instructed the security team, his voice unnervingly calm.

Ariana spun back toward him, genuine shock registering on her face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She had actually believed that some vestige of basic human decency might prevent him from physically forcing her to stay.

Luigi approached slowly, his fingers finally making contact with her cheek in a gentle caress that made

her skin crawl.

Why can’t we move forward together? I know you’re angry–you have every right to be. Just give me the chance

“No.”

jerked away from his touch as if burned, disgust and disappointment making her voice

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destroyed my life once. Are you really so self absorbed that you want a second.

attempt?”

met his directly. “Do I need to actually die before you finally leave me in

hardening into unnerving resolve. “I will never let you go again.

in this

Ariana found herself effectively held captive,

Luigi orchestrated an elaborate press conference

relationship dispute, needing space and time for perspective. After more than a year of persistent devotion on

on the stage, wearing a designer dress

chosen.

detachment as he delivered his romantic fiction with

on every word

and exposing everything–the calculated revenge plot, the deliberate attempt on her life,

remained silent, recognizing the futility. After a year’s absence, her credibility was microscopic compared to the Maggiore empire’s influence. The press would interpret any outburst as evidence of their tumultuous passion, further proof of their

seemed determined to rewrite their narrative through public displays of devotion. For the next month,

rehabilitation.

his yacht, he celebrated her “homecoming” with custom fireworks that cost more than most people’s. homes, illuminating the

items she