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 . 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 . Todays excursion to Bostons 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 . But despite her best efforts , escape seemed impossible . Every exit was watched , every message monitored , every potential ally carefully screened . Was she truly going to be forced into marriage with the man who had methodically tortured her for years ? The legal implications seemed absurd in modern America , yet her reality suggested otherwise . Her hands tightened in her lap until her knuckles turned white from the pressure . As the wedding date approached , Arianas anxiety intensified visibly . The Black Swans Final Revenge Pirouette : The 99th Gua Chapter 21 Misinterpreting her distress as typical pre wedding jitters , Luigi had cleared his afternoon schedule to take her to dinner at an exclusive restaurant overlooking the harbor . Halfway to their destination , however , his phone lit up with what appeared to be a genuine corporate emergency . Reluctantly , he instructed the driver to continue to the restaurant as planned . Tll join you as soon as I can , he promised , already scrolling through urgent emails . Before exiting the car , Luigi leaned in for what had become a customary goodbye kiss . Ariana instinctively turned her head , causing his lips to land on her cheek instead of their intended target . Luigi paused , something darkening briefly in his expression before his practiced smile returned . Without comment , he exited the vehicle . purse for The moment the door closed , Arianas facade crumbled . She frantically dug through her antibacterial wipes , scrubbing at her cheek with such violence that the skin reddened and nearly broke . Only w when the area was raw and stinging did she finally discard the wipe with disgust . The restaurants private dining room stood nearly empty during the early dinner service , with Ariana seated alone by the panoramic windows . Security personnel positioned discreetly at each exit remained a constant reminder of her captivity . These men , supposedly protecting her , were in reality her jailers , ensuring she couldnt slip away . Once the door closed behind them , Ariana picked half heartedly at the multi course meal before her . Your blueberry mousse , miss , announced a server , placing an elegantly plated dessert on the table . Ariana paused , confused she hadnt ordered any dessert . Looking up to correct the mistake , she froze in recognition . The servers face was hauntingly familiar . Leila ? she whispered in disbelief . The woman tensed momentarily , then shook her head . Im not her . Im her sister , Layla . Noticing Arianas immediate defensive posture , Layla gave a dismissive laugh . Chill out . Unlike my sister , Im not interested in ruining your life . Cautiously , Ariana relaxed her grip on the steak knife . What do you want ? Layla slid into the seat opposite Ariana , drumming her fingers against the tablecloth with deliberate Chapter 21 casualness . Im here to clean up my sisters mess , the stated simply Title: A Princess? No! I'm the Female General! In "A Princess? No! 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