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.

of American Ballet maintains the highest standards of personal conduct. In light of recent revelations, we have revoked Ms. Winters‘ acceptance, effective

Victoria’s meltdown when she received

she shrieked, hurling a vase against the wall. “SHE’S NOTHING! NOTHING! I’M THE

unhinged pitch. “She stole everything from me! Everything that should have been MINE! I should have been Maxwell Dagonet’s daughter! I’LL FUCKING

a married man for 20

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“The father and brother are the real villains. Imagine TORTURING your own daughter/sister because your mistress’s kid was jealous? Electric chair for all of

of calculated destruction: anonymous bullying accounts, blackmail schemes, even a suspicious fire

target Camilla. Someone doxxed her, leading to protesters

PROXY.”

feel vindicated?

was simply balancing its

Caspian huddled outside the Geneva clinic on my discharge day,

completely reconstructed face, they

gone steel gray, his designer suit hanging off

destroyed everything. I was

to scare you a little. Just enough to keep you from competing with Victoria. I swear to God, I never meant for you

Christ, Val, I never