The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 4

Victoria’s eyes gleamed with venom as she leaned closer. “If I were you, I’d honestly just off myself. It would save everyone the trouble of looking at your fucked–up face.”

She waited eagerly for my reaction, desperate to see me crumble.

But I felt nothing. My heart was a dead thing in my chest. The Dagonet name meant nothing to me

now.

“I’ll leave. Take it all if you want it so badly.”

Victoria let out a high–pitched laugh. “God, you’re pathetic. While you’ve been getting your ass handed to you, I absolutely killed my SAB audition. Got my acceptance yesterday.” She tapped my wheelchair with her foot. “As for you… enjoy rolling around for the rest of your worthless life.”

Her voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “But that’s still not enough. I need them to hate you as much as

I do.”

Before I could process what was happening, she whipped out a small pocketknife and slashed her own cheek with practiced precision.

As she crumpled to the floor in a perfectly executed fall, Victoria hissed in my ear: “FYI, Daddy dearest only wanted those guys to rough you up a little. I’m the one who paid them extra to make sure you’d never dance again…”

Something cold and primal flashed in my eyes.

A heartbeat later, Victoria’s bloodcurdling screams echoed through the hospital.

Dad burst through the door, slamming my wheelchair aside as he rushed to Victoria’s side.

Christ, what

at my

the floor,

tears streaming down in perfect pathways,

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manufactured fear.

I just wanted to tell Val how s–sorry I was about everything! Please, Val, please forgive me! I’ll do anything, just please stop hurting me!” She cowered

expression transformed into

me? Victoria comes here out of the goodness of her heart, and you ATTACK her? What the hell is wrong with you?”

looked down at me with pure disgust. “You really are a psychotic bitch, aren’t you? Maybe those guys didn’t go far enough. If Victoria’s face scars, I

job.”

she were critically wounded,

Perfect.

nothing to

Victoria during examinations, only remembering I existed after confirming her superficial scratch

by Ladurée and grab some of those raspberry macarons Val likes. She’s probably

ten minutes later, Dad’s phone lit up.

Caspian’s voice cracked with panic. “Val’s gone. She left some kind of suicide note. And the major shareholders just simultaneously pulled their investments

security feed as Dad crashed into my empty room, face

her scrubs. “Where the

nurse wrenched his hand away,

That girl has suffered

heard

have the audacity to demand

heart out while you all coddled that