The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

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The day before my final audition for the School of American Ballet, I was dragged into a secluded part of Central Park by a group of thugs who tortured me for twenty–four hours.

When they found me, my legs were broken and my face was covered in blood.

Dad missed my frantic calls because he was “stuck in meetings.” When he finally saw me in the hospital, his tears seemed real enough.

Caspian called his friends at Columbia Medical Center, pulling strings for emergency surgery.

Drifting in and out of consciousness in the car ride from the hospital, I caught fragments of a whispered conversation.

“Dad, we went way too far with this Valentina situation,” Caspian muttered. “I get that you want to clear Victoria’s path to SAB, but having Valentina attacked? There had to be another way.”

Dad was cradling me in the backseat, his fingers mechanically brushing hair from my forehead as he replied.

“Victoria deserves that spot at SAB. Your sister has been outshining her for years, making Victoria

feel second–rate. With the limited spots available this year, we needed to make sure Val couldn’t

audition.”

“Still,” he added with chilling pragmatism, “making Valentina the Dagonet heir should make up for it, don’t you think?”

A violent tremor seized my body, my breath catching in raw, painful gasps. The world I thought I knew crumbled around me, replaced by a cold, terrifying reality.

The Dagonet family I thought I belonged to–the father who cheered at my recitals, the brother who threatened my first boyfriend–it was all a calculated lie…

“Patient’s condition is critical. The team is prepped and ready. Should we proceed with emergency surgery?” the doctor asked, looking directly at my father.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow,” Dad replied coolly.

The doctor’s jaw literally dropped. “Mr. Dagonet, both her legs have been severely fractured.

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the bones won’t align properly. She’ll

limp.”

a hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, seriously? Val’s only seventeen. We can’t let

certain Victoria’s audition goes off without a hitch. The only way Victoria won’t constantly feel threatened is if

have the doctor apply medication for now.”

until I tasted blood, but

throat.

my own practice studio in our Hamptons

devotion after Mom died wasn’t grief or

my future to pave the way for

Caspian–my protector, my confidant–cared more about Victoria

trusted with my life were brutally sacrificing me for the same

realization hit like a physical blow, and I broke into a painful coughing fit.

from my cheeks. “Nightmare, sweetheart? Don’t worry, Daddy’s right here,” he murmured, his voice honey–sweet.

from The Nutcracker

known exactly how to

audience.

the premium pain management package! My sister shouldn’t

concern seemed so real,

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they’d been orchestrating my downfall all along.

chest tightened painfully; dark spots swam at the edges of

with trauma shears to assess the damage underneath.

surgery. Wouldn’t it be better to wait for Dr. Leibowitz to fly in tomorrow? He’s the top orthopedic surgeon on

princess. Daddy promises you’ll dance

tear slid down my temple into