hapter 16 Finally , Ariana set down her cutlery with deliberate precision and picked up her phone . She typed quickly and turned the screen toward him Why do you keep staring at me like that ? Caught in his scrutiny , Luigi seemed to return from somewhere distant . Every gesture she made the particular way she tilted her head , how she held her fork , even how she dabbed her napkin at the corner of her mouth beneath the mask intensified his growing certainty . You remind me of someone I lost , he said , his voice barely audible Rather than typing , she gestured to a passing server for paper . When it arrived , she scrawled a single word Who ? Luigis fingers tightened around his water glass until his knuckles went white . His voice , when it finally came , held a rawness shed never heard before . Something in his expression a naked vulnerability utterly foreign to the man she had known seemed to break open a floodgate . Without prompting , words began pouring out of him . I never told her I loved her , he confessed , eyes fixed on the space just past her shoulder . Not once , not properly . I had this … this stupid idea that saying it would give her power over me . Now Id give everything I own just to say it to her once . Ariana remained perfectly still , pen hovering over paper , as he continued speaking to her or perhaps to the ghost he saw superimposed over her presence . She died thinking I hated her . Because of my pride and other peoples manipulation , I made choices that his voice cracked , that led directly to her death . There was a fire that should never have happened . That I helped create . His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his water . Every night , I have the same nightmare . Im always able to reach her in the flames , but the moment I think were safe , she deliberately pulls away and walks back into the fire . She chooses death over me , and I cant blame her . He laughed bitterly. Ive become the person I used to mock desperate enough to consult psychics , 1723 The Black Sawans Linal Revenge Pinuell The 11.5 % Chapter 16 : mediums , even flew to a monastery in Tibet . They all tell me the same thing : her spirit refuses contact . She wont forgive me . The composure that had defined Luigi Maggiore in boardrooms and business journals disintegrated completely . The man who had built his reputation on cold calculation covered his face with his hands , his shoulders shaking with silent , raw grief . Had Ariana been merely a sympathetic stranger, she might have been moved by this display of apparent remorse . She might have offered comfort , reassurance , absolution . But she knew exactly what he had conveniently omitted from his narrative the deliberate cruelty , the ninety eight humiliations , the calculated revenge for a crime she hadnt committed . His tears now seemed like too little , too late performance art for his own benefit rather than genuine repentance . The Ariana who had loved him had died in that fire , just as he believed . The woman sitting across from him now felt nothing beyond mild irritation at being trapped in this unexpected confession . Her continued silence eventually registered through his emotional breakdown . He quickly wiped his eyes , embarrassment replacing vulnerability as the mask of the businessman slid back into place . I apologize , he said stiffly . That was completely inappropriate . Please , let me walk you back . As they exited the restaurant into the hotels circular driveway , disaster struck without warning . A car swerved wildly toward the valet stand where they stood , its high beams momentarily blinding them both . Look out ! Luigi shouted . In a split second decision , he shoved her forcefully sideways , the momentum sending her sprawling across the pavement as the vehicle struck him instead . Her mask dislodged on impact , skidding across the concrete with a hollow clatter . Disoriented and scraped , she looked up just in time to see Luigi thrown several feet by the impact , his body crumpling against a decorative planter . Pandemonium erupted instantly screaming guests , running valets , the sharp wail of car alarms . But amid the chaos , Luigis focus remained singular . Despite the blood seeping through his shirt , his wide eyes fixed on her now exposed face with an expression of pure disbelief . Ariana ? he whispered , the name escaping like a prayer . In the hospital corridor thirty minutes later , Luigi refused to release her hand even as they wheeled him toward emergency surgery . Blood soaked through pressure bandages , his vitals dropping dangerously . The thi but he seemed oblivious to his physical condition . Dont disappear , he kept murmuring his grip painfully tight despite his weakening state . If this is another dream , Fll let them hit me again if it means I get to see you . For him , the impossibile resurrection of the woman he had mourned outweighed his multiple fractures . and internal bleeding . His fingers communicated what drugs and shock prevented him from articulating abject terror that if he let go , she would vanish like morning mist . Sir , you need to release her , a nurse insisted . We need to get you into surgery now . Promise youll be here , he pleaded , his eyes locked on Arianas face with desperate intensity . Swear you wont disappear again . But even Luigis legendary determination couldnt overcome severe blood loss and pre surgical sedation . As the medications took hold outside the operating room , his fingers finally slackened their death grip . Ariana massaged her reddened wrist , watching impassively as the surgical doors swung closed between them . This complication was the last thing she needed her carefully constructed new life now threatened by an unwanted resurrection . She glanced toward the exit , calculating how quickly she could pack her belongings at the hotel and book a flight back to London . Her obligations to the company were secondary to maintaining the freedom she had sacrificed so much to obtain . Later that evening , while the rest of the company excitedly departed for a night tour of Bostons historic waterfront , Ariana declined with a vague gesture toward her throat . As a former resident who had spent years intimately familiar with every cobblestone and hidden garden , she had no desire to revisit places now tainted with memories of a man who had used her love as a weapon against her . After bidding her colleagues goodnight , she settled into the town car headed back to their hotel , eager for the solitude of her room and a long , hot shower to wash away the days tension . The universe , however , seemed determined to stress test her resolve . As she stepped from the vehicle at the hotels entrance , she nearly collided with a small group of men in expensive suits exiting the lobby at their center , Luigi Maggiore himself , apparently concluding some business dinner . Her instinct was immediate flight , but before she could retreat , his voice carried across the short distance : Wait please . The unexpected please almost made her turn , but panic quickly overrode her surprise . She fumbled frantically in her bag , locating and securing her performance mask before reluctantly facing him . Chapter 16 By then , Luigi had dismissed his associates with a curt nod and approached her directly , studying her with that penetrating gaze she remembered too well . Youre off duty now , he observed , gesturing to her casual attire of jeans and an oversized sweater . Why are you still hiding behind that ? Ariana realized evasion was no longer possible , but she refused to risk him recognizing her voice . Instead , she pointed to her throat and made a negative gesture that any dancer would recognize as vocal rest . Pulling out her phone , she quickly typed : Doctors orders . Strained vocal cords . Luigi nodded with unexpected understanding . Common in your profession , I imagine . Fifth position is murder on the ankles , too , isnt it ? Especially for principals who spend so much time en pointe . The casual reference to ballet terminology surprised her she had spent countless evenings rambling about dance technique while he half listened , never expecting him to retain such specific knowledge . Before she could react , he continued with an apologetic tone shed rarely heard from him : I behaved inappropriately earlier . Let me make it up to you with dinner ? He gestured toward the hotels restaurant . You must be starving after that performance . All that glycogen depletion needs addressing Again , the specific physiological reference to a dancers nutrition needs caught her off guard . She had lectured him about proper post performance refueling dozens of times , usually while he scrolled through his phone . She hesitated , mentally calculating the risks of extended exposure versus the suspicion an outright refusal might create . As if to undermine her resolve , her traitorous stomach growled audibly . She pressed a hand against her abdomen , unable to hide the flush creeping up her neck . Luigis lips curved into a genuine smile one she hadnt seen directed at her in years . I promise not to interrogate you , he said , a warmth in his voice that seemed alien compared to the cold , calculating man she had fled . We can stay right here in the hotel . No pressure . This polite , considerate approach was so at odds with the arrogant , entitled Luigi she remembered that she almost laughed at the irony . Was this the same man who had orchestrated ninety eight humiliations ? Who had ordered his friends to trap her in a burning building ? His newfound courtesy seemed like the cruelest joke of all Recognizing that continued refusal would only intensify his interest , Ariana reluctantly nodded her greement . The sooner she could get through this meal , the sooner she could escape . Chapter 16 Ther The restaurants subdued lighting created an intimate atmosphere that did nothing to ease her discomfort . Despite claiming to be hungry himself , Luigi merely picked at his salmon , Instead attentively ensuring her water glass remained filled and even cutting her steak into precise , manageable pieces when he noticed her struggling to maintain her mask while eating . The fifth movement of your variation tonight , he commented casually as she ate , that arabesque penchée into the fouetté sequence that was extraordinary . Most dancers telegraph that transition , but you made it seem like water flowing . Ariana nearly choked on her water . She had choreographed that transition sequence herself , adapting a phrase she had once practiced endlessly in their apartment while he supposedly worked on his laptop . Shed never imagined he was actually watching , much less that he would remember it a year later with such specificity . single minded She kept her gaze firmly fixed on her plate , methodically working through her meal with single minded focus . The sooner she finished , the sooner she could escape this surreal dinner with the ghost of a relationship that had never truly existed . Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Title: A Princess? No! I'm the Female General! In "A Princess? No! I'm the Female General!" by CrushReel, Adela Taylor, a noble family's daughter, disguises herself as her brother to secure their Duke title by joining the army. Despite facing obstacles, she achieves remarkable success. 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