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

Over the

past month, Ariana had contemplated escape countless times.

But Luigi seemed to have installed some supernatural GPS in her DNA–no matter where she went, he materialized within minutes. The few times she had attempted to slip away had only resulted in even tighter restrictions,

As punishment for her last attempt, he had “temporarily suspended” her contract with the National Ballet. His explanation to the artistic director had been surprisingly tactful–they needed quality time after their lengthy separation. Once they were married, she could naturally return to dancing.

Yes. Married.

During that meticulously orchestrated press conference, Luigi had not only announced her miraculous resurrection but also unveiled their upcoming wedding, scheduled just four weeks later.

Ariana had known nothing about this until she watched it happen live on stage, resulting in a confrontation afterward that changed absolutely nothing about his plans.

Today’s excursion to Boston’s luxury district was supposedly to select wedding accessories. The gown itself was already being custom–designed by three separate ateliers competing for the privilege.

Having completed his transaction, Luigi returned to the private suite and gently took her hand. “Shall we?” he asked with that self–satisfied smile that made her skin crawl.

Ariana maintained her practiced silence, allowing him to lead her from the boutique to the waiting car without resistance.

As the vehicle navigated through downtown traffic, she watched the city blur past the tinted windows, her expression betraying the desperation she fought to contain.

She had no desire to marry Luigi Maggiore. The very thought made her physically ill.

despite her best efforts, escape seemed impossible. Every exit was watched,

the man who had methodically tortured her for years? The legal implications seemed absurd in modern America,

her lap until her knuckles turned white from

date approached,

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jitters, Luigi had cleared his afternoon schedule

phone lit up with what appeared to be

emergency.

to continue to the restaurant as planned. “T’ll join you as soon as I can,” he promised, already scrolling through

car, Luigi leaned in for what had become a customary goodbye kiss.

turned her head, causing his lips to land on her cheek

his expression before his practiced smile

purse for

moment the door closed, Ariana’s facade crumbled. She frantically dug through her antibacterial wipes, scrubbing at her cheek with such violence that the

Only w

stinging did she finally discard the wipe with

with Ariana seated alone by the panoramic windows. Security personnel positioned discreetly at each exit remained

her, were in reality her jailers, ensuring

the door closed behind them, Ariana picked half–heartedly at the multi–course