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 leftto

burn alive?”

Her voice remained controlled despite the fury building beneath. “Don’t bother with excuses. | gave you a

chance that night in the fire when | asked if you were coming back for me. | thought. If he turns around right now

if he pullsout-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 leftin the flames without a second thought,” Ariana concluded quietly. “So explain towhy you think

I'd stay with you now?”

She attempted to step around him, but this tLuigi'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 svestige 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.

“Every mistake | made, | acknowledge them all,” he said softly, as though speaking to a frightened animal. “I've

spent a year in hell without you. Why can’t we move forward together? | know you're angry-you have every right

to be. Just givethe chance to make amends. That's all I'm asking.”

“No.”

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

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

attempt?”

Her eyes met his directly. “Do | need to actually die before you finally leavein peace?”

Pain flashed across Luigi's face, quickly hardening into unnerving resolve. “I will never let you go again.

Not in this lifetime.”

Following that confrontation, Ariana found herself effectively held captive, albeit in the most opulent prison

imaginable

To legitimize her sudden reappearance to Boston society, Luigi orchestrated an elaborate press conference at the

Maggiore corporate headquarters.

He calmly explained to assembled media that Ariana had never actually died-she had merely staged her death

after a relationship dispute, needing space and tfor perspective. After more than a year of persistent

devotion on his part, he'd finally convinced her to return.

Throughout this performance, Ariana sat beside him on the stage, wearing a designer dress she hadn't

chosen.

She watched with clinical detachment as he delivered his romantic fiction with Oscar-worthy emotion.

the reporters hanging on every word of this epic reconciliation story.

For one fleeting moment, she considered grabbing the microphone and exposing everything-the calculated

revenge plot, the deliberate attempt on her life, her current imprisonment.

In the end, she 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 storybook reunion.

Following the press conference, Luigi seemed determined to rewrite their narrative through public displays of

devotion. For the next month, she accompanied him everywhere, a silent accessory to his

rehabilitation.

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

illuminating the entire harbor in a spectacle visible from three states.

At auction houses, he casually outbid collectors for items she had once mentioned admiring, dropping eight

figures without blinking.

In private shopping suites of flagship boutiques, entire collections were brought for her selection, price

never mentioned.

Standing before a three-way mirror in the most exclusive atelier in Boston, Ariana watched with empty eyes as

Luigi held up couture pieces against her reflection, seeking opinions she refused to give.

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Her confirmed silence didn’t anger him. He simply handed everything to the boutique director with Instructions

to purge it wil

The director had encountered wealthy clients before, but never someone who spent millions in a single visit

without hesitation or negotiation

Her professional smile transformed into genuine warmth. “What a blessing to witness such devotion,” she said to

Ariana. “In fifteen years in this business, I've rarely seen a man so completely in love.”

“Thope you enjoy decades of happiness together.”

Luigi had heard countless flattering remarks throughout his business career, but something about this sincere

sentiment penetrated his satisfaction.

In his elevated mood, he noticed Ariana’s gaze momentarily fixated on a particular jewelry display. Include that

collection as well,” he instructed without checking the price.

The boutique director's expression brightened further as she directed her staff before escorting Luigi to complete

the transaction.

Left momentarily alone, Ariana stirred from her statuesque stillness.

The thought that had been forming in her mind for weeks crystallized with new clarity.

It was tto escape-no matter the cost.

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