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.

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

received the

HER?!” she shrieked, hurling a vase against the wall. “SHE’S NOTHING! NOTHING! I’M THE TALENTED ONE!”

have been MINE! I should have been

married man for 20 years. You’re the side

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your own

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

Someone doxxed her, leading to protesters outside her apartment

PROXY.”

I feel vindicated? Not particularly.

universe was simply balancing its ledger.

the Geneva clinic on my discharge day, looking

completely reconstructed face, they

had gone steel gray, his designer

He struggled visibly. “I’ve destroyed everything. I was blind. So fucking blind.”

from competing with Victoria. I swear to God, I never meant for you

Val, I never wanted this…”