The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 7

"What's the issue now, Luigi?" Tyler's voice dripped with irritation. "I thought you were dying to wrap this shit up. We swear she won't actually die! We'll open the doors right before she starts, like, convulsing or whatever."

Luigi's voice remained granite-hard: "It's too fucking risky. Nothing happens to her. Find another way."

"Are you serious right now?" Blake jumped in, openly hostile. "You ghosted Leila tonight to chase after that nobody! She's been crying her eyes out all evening—took you fifty texts to calm her down. You promised we'd plan the grand finale tonight to prove you're still team Leila. Now suddenly you're getting cold feet? Have you forgotten who actually matters here? Dump the charity case already and get back to the girl you've been obsessed with since kindergarten."

Luigi's breathing quickened audibly, like he was about to launch into an argument, when a delicate voice cut through the call:

"Luigi." Leila's soft, hurt tone immediately silenced everyone. "I heard what you guys were discussing. So I'll just ask you directly—I need this to be the final punishment for what she did to me. Are you with me... or with her?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

"You promised you'd do anything for me," Leila's voice trembled with perfectly calibrated vulnerability. "I thought I was the one who mattered to you."

After a lengthy pause, he finally answered, his voice rough with resignation: "Fine. Whatever you want, Leila."

Her tone instantly brightened. "That's my Luigi."

The guys whooped in the background: "Epic finale, here we come!"

"Just make absolute sure nothing actually happens to her," Luigi insisted once more, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Ariana stood frozen in the shadows, her entire body going numb as the truth crystallized with devastating clarity. No matter what conflicted feelings he might have, when pushed to choose, he would always choose Leila.

She slipped back to the bedroom, picked up her phone, and sent the final message she'd been waiting to send.

...

On their anniversary, Luigi executed the plan flawlessly. "I've got a surprise for you today," he said, his voice uncharacteristically warm. "Close your eyes and let me take you somewhere special."

Ariana studied his face for a long moment—memorizing each feature, each line—then closed her eyes without protest.

Luigi's lips curved into a slight smile as he secured a silk blindfold over her eyes and guided her carefully to his car.

After they arrived, he helped her navigate into the abandoned house, his hand firm against the small of her back. "Wait here for a minute," he whispered close to her ear. "I need to get your gift ready. I'll be right back."

Ariana stood perfectly still, listening as his footsteps retreated toward the door.