Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 27

Chapter 17

Just as Ariana turned to leave, a loud thud stopped her mid step.

Turning back, she found Michael Luigi’s executive assistant–staring at her with shock etched across his face, his dropped briefcase scattered across the hospital floor.

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

Escape, it seemed, wouldn’t be so simple. Michael recovered quickly, positioning himself between Ariana and the exit with newfound determination.

“Please,” he implored, lowering his voice. “You can’t just disappear again. You have no idea what he’s been through since the fire. The man 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.”

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

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

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

tomorrow.”

“Third, I have zero interest in rekindling any connection with Luigi Maggiore. 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.

Luigi 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.

“Ariana!” The word escaped like a prayer.

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

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“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.

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

“What?” Confusion clouded his features.

“Ariana, please,” he begged, reaching for her. “It wasn’t–it started that way, but things changed–1 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.”

Realizing direct confrontation wouldn’t work, Ariana changed tactics. Her expression shifted subtly, taking on a weariness that penetrated his desperation.

“Luigi, the National Ballet has a sold–ou

ticket holders are counting on me to deliver.”