The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

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Chapter 8

[This girl is PSYCHO. How tf is she only 19?!?]

[Someone LOCK HER UP! This isn’t just bullying, it’s attempted MURDER!]

Under the tsunami of public pressure, Shane and his crew finally cracked. In a hastily arranged press conference, they admitted Victoria had paid them not just to traumatize me, but to ensure I “wouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

Her exact instructions: make it look like an accident.

This bombshell detonated across social media. Dozens of former classmates emerged from the woodwork, posting their own Victoria horror stories.

“Valentina helped me learn combinations when I first transferred,” one wrote. “Meanwhile, Victoria was putting thumbtacks in people’s pointe shoes.”

Far from being her victim, I’d been her obsession–she’d sabotaged auditions, slashed my costumes, and planted rumors with visiting choreographers that had cost me professional opportunities.

The backlash was merciless. #Victoria WintersIsOverParty trended for days.

afternoon, SAB released a terse statement: “The School of American Ballet maintains the highest standards of personal conduct. In

she received the

EVERYONE LOVE HER?!” she shrieked, hurling a vase against the wall. “SHE’S

that should have been MINE! I should have been Maxwell Dagonet’s daughter! I’LL FUCKING END HER! I SWEAR TO GOD

with vicious takedowns: “Honey, your mom was literally screwing a married man for 20 years. You’re the side

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the real villains. Imagine TORTURING your own daughter/sister because your mistress’s kid was

Victoria’s history of calculated destruction: anonymous bullying accounts, blackmail schemes, even a suspicious

Camilla. Someone doxxed her, leading to protesters outside

PROXY.”

vindicated? Not

was simply balancing

me was seeing Dad and Caspian huddled outside the Geneva

face,

His once–perfect hair had gone steel gray, his designer suit hanging off his frame like borrowed clothes.

“I’ve destroyed everything. I was blind. So fucking

scare you a little. Just enough to keep you from competing

Jesus Christ, Val, I never wanted