Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 24

Chapter 14

At this announcement, the younger dancers erupted in excited squeals and whispers.

“Oh my God, Luigi Maggiore is coming here?”

“I heard he hasn’t attended a social event in months!”

“Do you think he’s looking for new talent to sponsor?”

The company scattered to their dressing rooms, frantically touching up makeup and adjusting costumes, each hoping to catch the eye of Boston’s most eligible widower.

Only Ariana remained frozen in place, her mind racing with alarm.

Why would Luigi come backstage? Even during his most obsessive pursuit of her years ago, he had never once visited her behind the scenes–his assistants had simply delivered roses or arranged town cars.

Her thoughts spiraled into darker territory. Was this somehow connected to the revenge plots he’d schemed with his friends? Had he somehow recognized her despite the mask? Was he planning some new humiliation as punishment for deceiving him with her false death?

Her fingernails dug painfully into her palms as fragmented memories of the ninety–eight “pranks” flashed through her mind.

“Ariana,” Margaret’s concerned voice cut through her panic. “You’ve gone completely white.”

“I just-” she managed, her usual composure crumbling.

“You don’t look well at all. Perhaps you should return to the hotel before he arrives. I’ll make your excuses–some diplomatic nonsense about vocal rest affecting your breathing. Don’t worry about Maggiore–we’ve got plenty of donors without him.”

Ariana nodded gratefully, not trusting her voice. With a quick pivot, she headed for the stage door, not even pausing to remove her performance mask or change from her costume.

avy velvet curtain,

Just as she reached the exit corridor, approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the heavy accompanied by the theater director’s sycophantic voice.

“Right this way, Mr. Maggiore. The company is absolutely thrilled you’ve joined us tonight. Your support of the arts is legendary.”

As the curtain began to part, Ariana’s heart nearly stopped. She quickly ducked into a shadowed alcove used for quick costume changes, pressing herself against the wall as Luigi entered the backstage area.

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Female dancers in various stages of cosy

flame, voices overlapping as they introduced the

“Mr. Maggiore, I danced the second variation

“-such an honor to meet you-

“-would love to show you around Boston sometimes

He endured their attention with practiced stoicism, his eyes methodically teasing the sear Something–someone–had drawn him here, and it wasrt these eager young women with their cons