Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 20

Chapter 10

A crowd had gradually formed around them.

Tyler, Blake, Derek, and Josh stood nearby, faces etched with horror and genuine remorse. Leila hovered at the edge, her eyes flickering with jealousy and bitter resentment.

Countless others watched with sorrowful gazes.

Luigi acknowledged none of them.

A single devastating fire had transformed Boston overnight.

Within forty–eight hours, every family connected to the “prank” found themselves under brutal attack from the Maggiore empire. Their businesses raided, their reputations destroyed, their futures obliterated.

Their sons–Luigi’s former friends–now locked in the soundproofed basement of his family’s estate, subjected to his unrelenting rage.

Luigi had become something feral, something primal, delivering blow after merciless blow to the ment cowering on the concrete floor.

“WHY THE FUCK WERE THERE GAS CANS IN THAT HOUSE?” he roared, his knuckles split and bleeding. voice barely recognizable. “ANSWER ME!”

“Why did your pussy–ass security run without her?” Another devastating punch landed on Tyler’s already disfigured face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU GET HER OUT? WHY IS SHE DEAD WHILE YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT ARE ESS PIECES OF SHIT ARE STILL BREATHING?”

Each question punctuated with violence, as i

hurting them might somehow lessen his own guilt–as if avenging Ariana could absolve him of being the one who ultimately led her to her death.

According to their original “hilarious prank,” Ariana was never supposed to be in actual danger.

As a precaution, they had stationed men inside to protect her. If the fire got out of control, those men

were supposed to rescue her immediately.

But somehow, the abandoned house had been rigged with gasoline containers they hadn’t put there.

Somehow, the security they’d hired had prioritized saving themselves.

Somehow, in their panic to escape the unexpected intensity of the blaze, they had forgotten Ariana

entirely.

The men on the ground were barely recognizalde, their fares pelverized by Longe rage, barely able to form coherent words through swollen lips and broken teeth

“Please, L. Luigi,” Hake sobbed, blood pouring from his nose. We fucked up we know we forked up.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Derek whimpered, curled into a protective ball. The fire it was Just supposed to scare her…”

“We’ll do anything.” Tyler groaned, one eye swollen completely shut “Anything you want, man just don’t kill us…”

“My dad will pay whatever you want,” Josh begged, dragging himself across the floor. “Please, please we’ve been friends since kindergarten…”

More than a dozen bloodied men knelt before him, pathetic in their terror, foreheads pressed to the concrete in supplication.

But the man standing over them seemed beyond reason, beyond humanity. When he finally spoke, his voice was terrifyingly flat–the calm of a predator who has already decided the fate of its prey.

“Friends?” Luigi almost laughed, the sound hollow and chilling “You want me to spare you because we were friend Did you spare her? Did any of you worthless fuckers think about her for one second?”

He moved toward the door.

“L–Luigi, PLEASE!” They scrambled after him, leaving bloody handprints on the floor.

“Go explain yourselves to Ariana in hell.”

When Luigi emerged upstairs, covered in their blood, Leila rose quickly from the Italian leather sofa where she’d been waiting.

“Leila,” he said, each word precise and final, “my wife is not you. It’s Ariana.”

“What kind of wife was that pathetic nobody? Have you forgotten who she was–some scholarship charity case who stole what was rightfully mine? Don’t tell me you actually fell for that basic bitch!”

Leila should have seen this coming. Since Ariana’s death, Luigi had transformed completely.

He had unleashed ruthless vengeance on everyone involved in harming her, while shutting himself away, refusing to let authorities take Ariana’s remains, keeping her with him day and night.

At first, she hadn’t taken it seriously, assuming he was simply processing the shock.

After all, people develop attachments even to dogs they’ve owned for years–it made sense he might need time to adjust after losing someone he’d lived with, regardless of his true feelings.

But after being repeatedly blocked from entering the Maggiore estate, genuine panic had set in.

She searched his face desperately now, hoping he would reveal this was all some elaborate new game.

But Luigi merely regarded her with those dead eyes, his expression devoid of any warmth she’d once imagined was reserved for her.

Her heart plummeted as angry tears began to well up.

“You actually fell for her, didn’t you?” Her voice rose hysterically. “After everything I did for you?”

“What about ME? I waited for you all this time! You promised after 99 acts of revenge, we could finally be together. I waited THREE FUCKING YEARS, and now you’re in love with that worthless little bitch who-”

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!”

Luigi’s thunderous roar echoed through the mansion. “Say one more word about my wife and I swear to Christ I’ll forget you’re a woman.”

Leila, who had been in the middle of her tirade, froze in absolute shock.

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“You… you just screamed at me?” Her voice was small with disbelief.

Her shock quickly morphed into outrage. “How fucking DARE you speak to me like that!”

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