Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Turning back, she found Michael–Lucas’s beta–staring at her with shock etched across his face, his

dropped briefcase scattered across the hospital floor.

“L… Luna?” he stammered, face draining of color. “Is that really you?”

Escape, it seemed, wouldn’t be so simple. Michael recovered quickly, positioning himself between

Aria and the exit with newfound determination.

“Please,” he implored, lowering his voice. “You can’t just disappear again. You have no idea what Alpha has been through since the fire. He hasn’t slept through a single night in a year. Even if you want nothing to do with him now, at least stay until he’s out of surgery. He literally just took a car impact for you.”

Aria regarded him coolly, her expression betraying nothing of the calculations happening behind it.

“First,” she stated with clinical precision, “I am not your Luna. That person died in a fire last year–a fact your Alpha publicly confirmed.”

“Second, I’ll stay until he’s stable, but I’m leaving immediately. My company has a performance

tomorrow.”

“Third, I have zero interest in rekindling any connection with your Alpha. Our relationship ended the moment he orchestrated my death.”

With each statement, Michael’s professional facade cracked further, revealing genuine distress, but he eventually nodded in reluctant agreement to her terms.

They settled into the antiseptic waiting room chairs, silence stretching between them as surgery continued behind closed doors.

After checking her phone for the twenty–first time–nearly three hours had elapsed–the operating room doors finally swung open.

Lucas emerged on a gurney, his head heavily bandaged, but surprisingly conscious. His unfocused gaze swept the waiting area until it found her, his eyes immediately sharpening with recognition.

“Aria!”

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Inside the private hospital suite, despite multiple fractures and internal bleeding, Lucas reached for her the moment the medical staff departed, his trembling hands gripping hers with desperate

intensity.

“You’re real,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I was sure I’d hallucinated you. I kept telling them to make sure you were here when I woke up, but they thought it was the concussion talking. You’re actually alive.”

He pulled her closer, as if expecting her to evaporate at any moment.

Aria remained perfectly still within his grasp, her voice devoid of emotion: “Your enthusiasm isn’t mutual.”

“What?” Confusion clouded his features.

She methodically extracted her hands from his grip, stepping back with deliberate precision.

“The best thing that ever happened to me, Lucas, was when everyone believed I died.” Her tone was conversational, as if discussing the weather. “It gave me the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder for your next ‘prank.”

She maintained unwavering eye contact as she continued. “Not many people could experience ninety–eight calculated humiliations from the person they trusted most and still remain standing in the same room with them without screaming. I consider it a personal achievement.”

Each measured word struck with surgical precision. Lucas’s face drained of color as the full implications registered–she had known.

All along, she had known everything.

Ignoring his injuries, he struggled upright, nearly tearing out his IV in panic.

“Aria, please,” he begged, reaching for her. “It wasn’t–it started that way, but things changed–I changed-”

“Save it,” she interrupted, glancing at her watch. “I have a performance tomorrow that requires my complete focus. This melodrama wasn’t on my schedule.”

“Don’t leave,” he pleaded, grabbing her wrist. “I can’t lose you again. Not when I’ve just found you.”

“Let go of me.” Her voice remained level.

“I can’t.” He shook his head frantically, his grip tightening. “Please, just listen ”

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