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

Chapter 77

After this public trial, Melody still had the guts to seek help. But I didn’t let them spew out any more nonsense. The police officers joined the scene pretty quickly, Henry had already called them to file a complaint.

The grim clouds of upcoming doom darkening Leo’s face washed a wave of mean pleasure over me, I laughed to see his mouth agape with shock. He dug his fingers painfully in the nearby chair’s back when the officer flashed the cuffs in front of Melody.

“Miss Melody, you are under arrest for attempted murder and blackmailing charges..

You have the right to remain silent…”

She struggled against the hold, crying out loud, but no one listened to her. Two officers. stepped forward to arrest Leo as well; however, his legal advisor saved him in time. Mr. Grant materialized out of thin air and said,

“Mr. Leo has no connection to this attack. You can’t arrest him!”

Due to lack of evidence about his direct indulgence in the attack, Leo was able to save his sorry ass. But the aftermath of the dramatic logo–reveal event balanced this

disappointment.

“Is Mr. Leo a Hockey star or a heartless beast?”

This news became a top trend on every social media platform, newspapers were full of articles against him. Some even dug up our past and published bizarre stories about our relationship, painting Leo as a Devil.

of my home, scrolling through the news all the time. My patience of five years has shown me this day. I waited and meticulously planned my revenge, outclassing the mastery of an evil man. It

these happy moments, Henry took me out for dinner, he was more thrilled

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than me.

fans have abandoned

in working with

pouring us drinks,

seen his so–called serious statements I am amazed that this man called it a

misunderstanding in

are right, brother!”

second glass, I agreed

resolving the issue? Ugh! Bite me!”

mean spirit. He would prefer to die instead of asking for forgiveness because there was no word like ‘mistake‘ in his dictionary. He was a perfectionist. So, his calm and composed demeanor was hard

weight of responsibilities. But a strange thing happened later. The topic of discussion, Leo, took a humanoid shape and appeared before our sight when we were eating

almost choked on my ice cream when that ice hockey star entered the glass doors and walked straight

Hello, Laura!”

“You!”

he chose to see us in public, avoiding any ugly confrontation. If we reacted violently,

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