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.

terse statement: “The School of American Ballet maintains the highest standards of personal conduct. In light of

when she received the news. The leaked video spread like wildfire.

hurling a vase against the wall.

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

married man for 20

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your own daughter/sister because your mistress’s kid was jealous? Electric chair for all

bullying accounts, blackmail schemes, even a suspicious fire at a competitor’s

beyond Victoria to target Camilla. Someone doxxed her, leading to protesters outside her apartment building with

PROXY.”

feel vindicated? Not particularly.

was simply balancing its

and Caspian huddled outside the Geneva clinic on my discharge

completely reconstructed face, they recognized me

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

struggled visibly. “I’ve destroyed everything. I was

to… to scare you a little. Just enough to keep you from competing with Victoria. I swear to God, I never meant for you to get hurt like that.”

Christ, Val, I never